The Widow's Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLADMNOPQR ST PUVUWXSYZA2 B2C2SAD2E2F2G2C2H2I2 J2K2L2M2UN2O2P2Q2R2S 2ITDAITT2U2V2W2X2AR2 Y2UZ2A3B3Q2C3CD3PE3B 2F3C2E3CG3E2H3I3J3DK 3L3M3N3Z2O3ADM3BJU2P 3Z2SZEDPQ3G2

Close on the margin of a brawling brookA
That bathes the low dell's bosom stands a CotB
O'ershadow'd by broad Alders At its doorC
A rude seat with an ozier canopyD
Invites the weary traveller to restE
'Tis a poor humble dwelling yet withinF
The sweets of joy domestic oft have madeG
The long hour not unchearly while the MoorH
Was covered with deep snow and the bleak blastI
Swept with impetuous wing the mountain's browJ
On ev'ry tree of the near shelt'ring woodK
The minstrelsy of Nature shrill and wildL
Welcomes the stranger guest and carollingA
Love songs spontaneous greets him merrilyD
The distant hills empurpled by the dawnM
And thinly scatter'd with blue mists that floatN
On their bleak summits dimly visibleO
Skirt the domain luxuriant while the airP
Breathes healthful fragrance On the Cottage roofQ
The gadding Ivy and the tawny VineR
Bind the brown thatch the shelter'd winter hutS
Of the tame Sparrow and the Red breast boldT
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There dwells the Soldier's Widow young and fairP
Yet not more fair than virtuous Every dayU
She wastes the hour glass waiting his returnV
And every hour anticipates the dayU
Deceiv'd yet cherish'd by the flatt'rer hopeW
When she shall meet her Hero On the EveX
Of Sabbath rest she trims her little hutS
With blossoms fresh and gaudy still herselfY
The queen flow'r of the garland The sweet RoseZ
Of wood wild beauty blushing thro' her tearsA2
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One little Son she has a lusty BoyB2
The darling of her guiltless mourning heartC2
The only dear and gay associateS
Of her lone widowhood His sun burnt cheekA
Is never blanch'd with fear though he will climbD2
The broad oak's branches and with brawny armE2
Sever the limpid wave In his blue eyeF2
Beams all his mother's gentleness of soulG2
While his brave father's warm intrepid heartC2
Throbs in his infant bosom 'Tis a wightH2
Most valourous yet pliant as the stemI2
Of the low vale born lily when the dewJ2
Presses its perfum'd head Eight years his voiceK2
Has chear'd the homely hut for he could lispL2
Soft words of filial fondness ere his feetM2
Could measure the smooth path wayU
On the hillsN2
He watches the wide waste of wavy greenO2
Tissued with orient lustre till his eyesP2
Ache with the dazzling splendour and the mainQ2
Rolling and blazing seems a second SunR2
And if a distant whitening sail appearsS2
Skimming the bright horizon while the mastI
Is canopied with clouds of dappled goldT
He homeward hastes rejoicing An old TreeD
Is his lone watch tow'r 'tis a blasted OakA
Which from a vagrant Acorn ages pastI
Sprang up to triumph like a Savage boldT
Braving the Season's warfare There he sitsT2
Silent and musing the long Evening hourU2
'Till the short reign of Sunny splendour fadesV2
At the cold touch of twilight Oft he singsW2
Or from his oaten pipe untiring poursX2
The tune mellifluous which his father sungA
When HE could only listenR2
On the sandsY2
That bind the level sea shore will he strayU
When morn unlocks the East and flings afarZ2
The rosy day beam There the boy will stopA3
To gather the dank weeds which ocean leavesB3
On the bleak strand while winter o'er the mainQ2
Howls its nocturnal clamour There againC3
He chaunts his Father's ditty Never moreC
Poor mountain minstrel shall thy bosom throbD3
To the sweet cadence never more thy tearP
Fall as the dulcet breathings give each wordE3
Expression magical Thy Father BoyB2
Sleeps on the bed of death His tongue is muteF3
His fingers have forgot their pliant artC2
His oaten pipe will ne'er again be heardE3
Echoing along the valley Never moreC
Will thy fond mother meet the balmy smileG3
Of peace domestic or the circling armE2
Of valour temper'd by the milder joysH3
Of rural merriment His very nameI3
Is now forgotten for no trophied tombJ3
Tells of his bold exploits such heraldryD
Befits not humble worth For pomp and praiseK3
Wait in the gilded palaces of PrideL3
To dress Ambition's Slaves Yet on his graveM3
The unmark'd resting place of Valour's SonsN3
The morning beam shines lust'rous The meek flow'rZ2
Still drops the twilight tear and the night breezeO3
Moans melancholy musicA
Then to MED
O dearer far is the poor Soldier's graveM3
The Widow's lone and unregarded CotB
The brawling Brook and the wide Alder boughJ
The ozier Canopy and plumy choirU2
Hymning the Morn's return than the rich DomeP3
Of gilded Palaces and sweeter farZ2
O far more graceful far more exquisiteS
The Widow's tear bathing the living roseZ
Than the rich ruby blushing on the breastE
Of guilty greatness Welcome then to meD
The WIDOW'S LOWLY HOME The Soldier's HEIRP
The proud inheritor of Heav'n's best giftsQ3
The mind unshackled and the guiltless SoulG2

Mary Darby Robinson



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