The Old Herb-man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBC DDEEF GGHHI JJKKC LLMME

On the barren hillside lone he satA
On his head he wore a tattered hatA
In his hand he bore a crooked staffB
Never heard I laughter like his laughB
On the barren hillside thistle hoarC
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Cracked his laughter sounded harsh as woeD
As the croaking thinned of a crowD
At his back hung pinned a wallet oldE
Bulged with roots and simples caked with mouldE
On the barren hillside in the windF
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Roots of twisted twin leaf sassafrasG
Bloodroot tightly whipped 'round with grassG
Adder's tongue and tipped brown and blackH
Yellowroot and snakeroot filled his packH
On the barren hillside winter strippedI
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There is nothing sadder than old ageJ
Nothing saddens more than that stageJ
When forlornly poor bent with toilK
One must starve or wring life from the soilK
From the barren hillside wild and hoarC
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Down the barren hillside slow he wentL
Cursing at the cold bowed and bentL
With his bag of mould herbs and rootsM
In his clay stained garments clay caked bootsM
Down the barren hillside poor and oldE

Madison Julius Cawein



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