Death In A London Lodging Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBBCDE FFGFFDHIFFJFKBLFDD M JBNFOPHQRHSFTUVFWXMS YFF ZBA2WZB2C2FVD2JFFE2F 2G2AZFKH2FK VI2DJ2K2L2M2N2FO2I2X FFP2H

'Yes Sir she's gone at last 'twas only five minutes agoA
We heard her sigh from her corner she sat in the kitchen you knowA
We were all just busy on breakfast John cleaning the boots and IB
Had just gone into the larder but you could have heard that sighB
Right up in the garret sir for it seemed to pass one byB
Like a puff of wind may be 'twas her soul who knowsC
And we all looked up and ran to her just in time to see her headD
Was sinking down on her bosom and she's gone at last I said 'E
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So Mrs Pownceby meeting on the stairsF
Her second floor lodger me bound citywardsF
Told of her sister's death doing her bestG
To match her face's colour with the newsF
While I in listening made a running glossF
Beneath her speech of all she left unsaidD
As 'in the kitchen ' rather in the wayH
Poor thing 'busy on breakfast ' awkward timeI
Indeed for one must live and lodgers' mealsF
You know must be attended to what comesF
Or goes I added for her yes indeedJ
' She's gone at last I said ' and better perhapsF
For what had life for her but sufferingK
And then we're only poor sir John and IB
And she indeed was somewhat of a strainL
O yes it's for the best for all of usF
And still beneath all else methought I readD
'What will the lodgers think having the deadD
Within the house how inconvenient '-
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What did the lodgers think Well I repliedM
In grief's set phrase but 'the first floor '-
I fancy frowned at first as though indeedJ
Landladies' sisters had no right to dieB
And taint the air for nervous lodger folkN
Then smoothed his brow out into decencyF
And said 'how sad ' and presently inquiredO
The day of burial ending with the hopeP
His lunch would not be late like yesterdayH
The maiden lady living near the roofQ
Quoted Isaiah may be or perhaps JobR
How the Lord gives and likewise takes awayH
And how exceeding blessed is the LordS
For she has pious features while downstairsF
Two 'medicals' both 'decent' lads enoughT
Hearkened the story out like gentlemenU
And said the right thing almost looked it tooV
Though all the while within them laughed a seaF
Of student mirth which for full half an hourW
They stifled well but then could hold no moreX
As soon their mad piano testifiedM
While in the kitchen dinner was towardS
With hiss and bubble from the cooking stoveY
And now a laugh from John ran up the stairsF
And a voice called aloud of boiling pansF
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'So soon ' reflected I 'the waters of lifeZ
Close o'er the sunken head ' Reflected IB
Not that in truth I was more pitifulA2
To the poor dead than those about me wereW
Nay but a trick of thinking much on LifeZ
And Death i' the piece giveth each little strandB2
More deep significance love for the wholeC2
Must make us tender for the parts methinksF
As in some souls the equal law holds trueV
Sorrow for one makes sorrow for the worldD2
A fallen leaf or a dead flower indeedJ
Has made me just as sad or some poor beeF
Dead in the early summer what's the oddsF
Death was at ' ' and yet what signE2
Who seemed to know who could have known that calledF2
For not a blind was lower than its wontG2
'The lodgers would not like them down ' you knowA
And in all rooms save one the boisterous lifeZ
Blazed like the fires within the several gratesF
Save one where lay the poor dead silent thingK
A closest chill as who hath sat at nightH2
With love beside the ingle knows the ashesF
In the morningK
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Death was at ' '-
Yet Life and Love and Sunlight were there tooV
I ate and slept and morning came at lengthI2
And brought my Lady's letter to my bedD
Thrice read and thirty kisses came a thoughtJ2
As the sweet morning laughed about the roomK2
Of the poor face downstairs the sunshine thereL2
Playing about it like a wakeful childM2
Whose weary mother sleepeth in the dawnN2
Pressing soft fingers round about the eyesF
To make them open then with laughing shoutO2
Making a gambol all her body's lengthI2
Ah me poor eyes that never open moreX
And mine as blithe to meet the morning's glanceF
As thirsty lips to close on thirsty lipsF
Poor limbs no sun could ever warm againP2
And mine so eager for the coming dayH

Richard Le Gallienne



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