Madala Goes By The Orphanage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBDDDCEFEGHIJAAAK AKKDDLDADMDNDOMPDQRS QTETEUUVSWWXXYZYA2B2 YLLSYB2UYQQXC2XD2E2C 2E2E2D2DE2B2 DF2G2BG2BBBSBRBH2DI2 H2I2| Unaware of its terror | A |
| And but half aware | B |
| Of the world's beauty near her | A |
| Of sunlight on the stones | C |
| And trembling birds in the square | B |
| Lightly went Madala | D |
| A rose blown suddenly | D |
| From Spring's gay mouth part of the Spring was she | D |
| Warmed to her delicate bones | C |
| Cool in its linen her skin | E |
| her hair up combed and circled | F |
| Lightly she flowered on the sin | E |
| And pain of the Spring struck world | G |
| Down the street went crazy men | H |
| The winter misery of their blood | I |
| Budding in new pain | J |
| While beggars whined beside her | A |
| While the street's daughters eyed her | A |
| Poor flowers that kept midsummer | A |
| With desperate bloom and thrust | K |
| Stale rose at each newcomer | A |
| And crime and hunger and lust | K |
| Raged in the noisy dust | K |
| Lightly went Madala | D |
| Unshaken still of that spell | D |
| Coral beads and jade to buy | L |
| While her thoughts roamed easily | D |
| Thoughts like bees in lavender | A |
| Thoughts gay and fragile as a robin's shell | D |
| Till suddenly she had come | M |
| To grim age stubborned wall | D |
| Behind whose mask of bars | N |
| Starts up in shame the Foundling's Hospital | D |
| At the gates to watch her pass | O |
| A caged thing eyed her dumb | M |
| Most mercifully unaware of | P |
| Its own hurt but Madala | D |
| Stopped short of Spring that day | Q |
| The air grew pinched and wan | R |
| A hand came over the sun | S |
| Birds huddled stones went grey | Q |
| Her lace and linen white | T |
| Seemed but her body's sin | E |
| her flesh unscarred and bright | T |
| Burnt like a leper's skin | E |
| Her mouth was stale with bread | U |
| Flung her by strangers she was fed | U |
| Housed fathered by the State and she had grown | V |
| A thing belonged to and loved by none | S |
| Though the shut mouth said no word | W |
| from the caged thing she heard | W |
| 'Who has wronged me that this Spring | X |
| 'Gives me nothing and you everything | X |
| 'Who alike were made | Y |
| 'Who beckon the same dream | Z |
| 'You buy coral and jade | Y |
| 'I sew long hungry seams | A2 |
| 'To pay for charity ' | B2 |
| Then Madala's heart afraid | Y |
| Cried the first selfish cry | L |
| 'Is it my fault Can I | L |
| 'Help what the world has done | S |
| 'Can the flower in the shade | Y |
| 'Blame the flower in the sun ' | B2 |
| Then quick the caged thing said | U |
| As if to ask pardon that its words had made | Y |
| Madala's Spring so spoiled for her that day | Q |
| 'But there's a way a way | Q |
| 'If flowers would share their Spring | X |
| 'There's be sunshine enough for all the flowers | C2 |
| 'Such sunshine you could bring | X |
| 'Such joy that swings and flies | D2 |
| 'With posies your hours through | E2 |
| 'So just beyond my hours | C2 |
| 'If I could walk with you | E2 |
| 'Not in pitiful two by two | E2 |
| Flayed by free children's eyes | D2 |
| Your sister for an hour to be | D |
| It would double joy and woo | E2 |
| Spring back to you and more than Spring to me ' | B2 |
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| Then something quaked in Madala | D |
| Quaked with magic quaked with awe | F2 |
| Love quickening She became a part | G2 |
| Of this caged thing she was aware | B |
| Of strange lips tugging at her heart | G2 |
| So clear the way was Tenderer | B |
| Grew her eyes and as they grew | B |
| Back to the flowers rushed the dew | B |
| The earth filled out with the sun | S |
| The cold birds in the square | B |
| Unbunched and preened upon | R |
| Their twigs in the softening air | B |
| The cold wind dwindled and dropped | H2 |
| Nearer drew Madala | D |
| At the dumb thing she smiled | I2 |
| And Spring that a child had stopped | H2 |
| Came back from the eyes of a child | I2 |
Muriel Stuart
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