In The Factory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGD HGGGIJKJ GLELEDGD AMGNIOAO PGIGEGGG IGEGGGQG IAEAARGR HGEGADOD| Oh here in the shop the machines roar so wildly | A |
| That oft unaware that I am or have been | B |
| I sink and am lost in the terrible tumult | C |
| And void is my soul I am but a machine | D |
| I work and I work and I work never ceasing | E |
| Create and create things from morning till e'en | F |
| For what and for whom Oh I know not Oh ask not | G |
| Who ever has heard of a conscious machine | D |
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| No here is no feeling no thought and no reason | H |
| This life crushing labor has ever supprest | G |
| The noblest and finest the truest and richest | G |
| The deepest the highest and humanly best | G |
| The seconds the minutes they pass out forever | I |
| They vanish swift fleeting like straws in a gale | J |
| I drive the wheel madly as tho' to o'ertake them | K |
| Give chase without wisdom or wit or avail | J |
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| The clock in the workshop it rests not a moment | G |
| It points on and ticks on Eternity Time | L |
| And once someone told me the clock had a meaning | E |
| Its pointing and ticking had reason and rhyme | L |
| And this too he told me or had I been dreaming | E |
| The clock wakened life in one forces unseen | D |
| And something besides I forget what Oh ask not | G |
| I know not I know not I am a machine | D |
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| At times when I listen I hear the clock plainly | A |
| The reason of old the old meaning is gone | M |
| The maddening pendulum urges me forward | G |
| To labor and labor and still labor on | N |
| The tick of the clock is the Boss in his anger | I |
| The face of the clock has the eyes of a foe | O |
| The clock Oh I shudder dost hear how it drives me | A |
| It calls me Machine and it cries to me Sew | O |
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| At noon when about me the wild tumult ceases | P |
| And gone is the master and I sit apart | G |
| And dawn in my brain is beginning to glimmer | I |
| The wound comes agape at the core of my heart | G |
| And tears bitter tears flow ay tears that are scalding | E |
| They moisten my dinner my dry crust of bread | G |
| They choke me I cannot eat no no I cannot | G |
| Oh horrible toil I born of Need and of Dread | G |
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| The sweatshop at mid day I'll draw you the picture | I |
| A battlefield bloody the conflict at rest | G |
| Around and about me the corpses are lying | E |
| The blood cries aloud from the earth's gory breast | G |
| A moment and hark The loud signal is sounded | G |
| The dead rise again and renewed is the fight | G |
| They struggle these corpses for strangers for strangers | Q |
| They struggle they fall and they sink into night | G |
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| I gaze on the battle in bitterest anger | I |
| And pain hellish pain wakes the rebel in me | A |
| The clock now I hear it aright It is crying | E |
| An end to this bondage An end there must be | A |
| It quickens my reason each feeling within me | A |
| It shows me how precious the moments that fly | R |
| Oh worthless my life if I longer am silent | G |
| And lost to the world if in silence I die | R |
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| The man in me sleeping begins to awaken | H |
| The thing that was slave into slumber has passed | G |
| Now up with the man in me Up and be doing | E |
| No misery more Here is freedom at last | G |
| When sudden a whistle the Boss an alarum | A |
| I sink in the slime of the stagnant routine | D |
| There's tumult they struggle oh lost is my ego | O |
| I know not I care not I am a machine | D |
Morris Rosenfeld
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