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 ago | A |
| We heard her sigh from her corner she sat in the kitchen you know | A |
| We were all just busy on breakfast John cleaning the boots and I | B |
| Had just gone into the larder but you could have heard that sigh | B |
| Right up in the garret sir for it seemed to pass one by | B |
| Like a puff of wind may be 'twas her soul who knows | C |
| And we all looked up and ran to her just in time to see her head | D |
| 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 stairs | F |
| Her second floor lodger me bound citywards | F |
| Told of her sister's death doing her best | G |
| To match her face's colour with the news | F |
| While I in listening made a running gloss | F |
| Beneath her speech of all she left unsaid | D |
| As 'in the kitchen ' rather in the way | H |
| Poor thing 'busy on breakfast ' awkward time | I |
| Indeed for one must live and lodgers' meals | F |
| You know must be attended to what comes | F |
| Or goes I added for her yes indeed | J |
| ' She's gone at last I said ' and better perhaps | F |
| For what had life for her but suffering | K |
| And then we're only poor sir John and I | B |
| And she indeed was somewhat of a strain | L |
| O yes it's for the best for all of us | F |
| And still beneath all else methought I read | D |
| 'What will the lodgers think having the dead | D |
| Within the house how inconvenient ' | - |
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| What did the lodgers think Well I replied | M |
| In grief's set phrase but 'the first floor ' | - |
| I fancy frowned at first as though indeed | J |
| Landladies' sisters had no right to die | B |
| And taint the air for nervous lodger folk | N |
| Then smoothed his brow out into decency | F |
| And said 'how sad ' and presently inquired | O |
| The day of burial ending with the hope | P |
| His lunch would not be late like yesterday | H |
| The maiden lady living near the roof | Q |
| Quoted Isaiah may be or perhaps Job | R |
| How the Lord gives and likewise takes away | H |
| And how exceeding blessed is the Lord | S |
| For she has pious features while downstairs | F |
| Two 'medicals' both 'decent' lads enough | T |
| Hearkened the story out like gentlemen | U |
| And said the right thing almost looked it too | V |
| Though all the while within them laughed a sea | F |
| Of student mirth which for full half an hour | W |
| They stifled well but then could hold no more | X |
| As soon their mad piano testified | M |
| While in the kitchen dinner was toward | S |
| With hiss and bubble from the cooking stove | Y |
| And now a laugh from John ran up the stairs | F |
| And a voice called aloud of boiling pans | F |
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| 'So soon ' reflected I 'the waters of life | Z |
| Close o'er the sunken head ' Reflected I | B |
| Not that in truth I was more pitiful | A2 |
| To the poor dead than those about me were | W |
| Nay but a trick of thinking much on Life | Z |
| And Death i' the piece giveth each little strand | B2 |
| More deep significance love for the whole | C2 |
| Must make us tender for the parts methinks | F |
| As in some souls the equal law holds true | V |
| Sorrow for one makes sorrow for the world | D2 |
| A fallen leaf or a dead flower indeed | J |
| Has made me just as sad or some poor bee | F |
| Dead in the early summer what's the odds | F |
| Death was at ' ' and yet what sign | E2 |
| Who seemed to know who could have known that called | F2 |
| For not a blind was lower than its wont | G2 |
| 'The lodgers would not like them down ' you know | A |
| And in all rooms save one the boisterous life | Z |
| Blazed like the fires within the several grates | F |
| Save one where lay the poor dead silent thing | K |
| A closest chill as who hath sat at night | H2 |
| With love beside the ingle knows the ashes | F |
| In the morning | K |
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| Death was at ' ' | - |
| Yet Life and Love and Sunlight were there too | V |
| I ate and slept and morning came at length | I2 |
| And brought my Lady's letter to my bed | D |
| Thrice read and thirty kisses came a thought | J2 |
| As the sweet morning laughed about the room | K2 |
| Of the poor face downstairs the sunshine there | L2 |
| Playing about it like a wakeful child | M2 |
| Whose weary mother sleepeth in the dawn | N2 |
| Pressing soft fingers round about the eyes | F |
| To make them open then with laughing shout | O2 |
| Making a gambol all her body's length | I2 |
| Ah me poor eyes that never open more | X |
| And mine as blithe to meet the morning's glance | F |
| As thirsty lips to close on thirsty lips | F |
| Poor limbs no sun could ever warm again | P2 |
| And mine so eager for the coming day | H |
Richard Le Gallienne
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