A Servant To Servants Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


I didn't make you know how glad I wasA
To have you come and camp here on our landB
I promised myself to get down some dayC
And see the way you lived but I don't knowD
With a houseful of hungry men to feedE
I guess you'd find It seems to meF
I can't express my feelings any moreG
Than I can raise my voice or want to liftH
My hand oh I can lift it when I have toI
Did ever you feel so I hope you neverJ
It's got so I don't even know for sureK
Whether I am glad sorry or anythingL
There's nothing but a voice like left insideM
That seems to tell me how I ought to feelN
And would feel if I wasn't all gone wrongO
You take the lake I look and look at itP
I see it's a fair pretty sheet of waterJ
I stand and make myself repeat out loudQ
The advantages it has so long and narrowD
Like a deep piece of some old running riverJ
Cut short off at both ends It lies five milesR
Straight away through the mountain notchS
From the sink window where I wash the platesT
And all our storms come up toward the houseU
Drawing the slow waves whiter and whiter and whiterJ
It took my mind off doughnuts and soda biscuitV
To step outdoors and take the water dazzleW
A sunny morning or take the rising windX
About my face and body and through my wrapperJ
When a storm threatened from the Dragon's DenY
And a cold chill shivered across the lakeZ
I see it's a fair pretty sheet of waterJ
Our Willoughby How did you hear of itP
I expect though everyone's heard of itP
In a book about ferns Listen to thatA2
You let things more like feathers regulateB2
Your going and coming And you like it hereC2
I can see how you might But I don't knowD
It would be different if more people cameD2
For then there would be business As it isE2
The cottages Len built sometimes we rent themF2
Sometimes we don't We've a good piece of shoreG
That ought to be worth something and may yetG2
But I don't count on it as much as LenY
He looks on the bright side of everythingL
Including me He thinks I'll be all rightH2
With doctoring But it's not medicineI2
Lowe is the only doctor's dared to say soD
It's rest I want there I have said it outJ2
From cooking meals for hungry hired menY
And washing dishes after them from doingL
Things over and over that just won't stay doneI2
By good rights I ought not to have so muchK2
Put on me but there seems no other wayC
Len says one steady pull more ought to do itP
He says the best way out is always throughI
And I agree to that or in so farL2
As that I can see no way out but throughI
Leastways for me and then they'll be convincedM2
It's not that Len don't want the best for meF
It was his plan our moving over inN2
Beside the lake from where that day I showed youI
We used to live ten miles from anywhereO2
We didn't change without some sacrificeP2
But Len went at it to make up the lossQ2
His work's a man's of course from sun to sunI2
But he works when he works as hard as I doI
Though there's small profit in comparisonsR2
Women and men will make them all the sameD2
But work ain't all Len undertakes too muchK2
He's into everything in town This yearS2
It's highways and he's got too many menY
Around him to look after that make wasteT2
They take advantage of him shamefullyW
And proud too of themselves for doing soD
We have four here to board great good for nothingsU2
Sprawling about the kitchen with their talkV2
While I fry their bacon Much they careO2
No more put out in what they do or sayC
Than if I wasn't in the room at allW
Coming and going all the time they areL2
I don't learn what their names are let aloneW2
Their characters or whether they are safeX2
To have inside the house with doors unlockedY2
I'm not afraid of them though if they're notZ2
Afraid of me There's two can play at thatA2
I have my fancies it runs in the familyW
My father's brother wasn't right They kept himA3
Locked up for years back there at the old farmB3
I've been away once yes I've been awayC
The State Asylum I was prejudicedC3
I wouldn't have sent anyone of mine thereO2
You know the old idea the only asylumD3
Was the poorhouse and those who could affordE3
Rather than send their folks to such a placeF3
Kept them at home and it does seem more humanI2
But it's not so the place is the asylumD3
There they have every means proper to do withG3
And you aren't darkening other people's livesH3
Worse than no good to them and they no goodI3
To you in your condition you can't knowD
Affection or the want of it in that stateB2
I've heard too much of the old fashioned wayC
My father's brother he went mad quite youngJ3
Some thought he had been bitten by a dogK3
Because his violence took on the formL3
Of carrying his pillow in his teethM3
But it's more likely he was crossed in loveN3
Or so the story goes It was some girlW
Anyway all he talked about was loveN3
They soon saw he would do someone a mischiefO3
If he wa'n't kept strict watch of and it endedP3
In father's building him a sort of cageQ3
Or room within a room of hickory polesR3
Like stanchions in the barn from floor to ceilingL
A narrow passage all the way aroundS3
Anything they put in for furnitureJ
He'd tear to pieces even a bed to lie onT3
So they made the place comfortable with strawU3
Like a beast's stall to ease their consciencesE2
Of course they had to feed him without dishesV3
They tried to keep him clothed but he paradedW3
With his clothes on his arm all of his clothesX3
Cruel it sounds I 'spose they did the bestY3
They knew And just when he was at the heightH2
Father and mother married and mother cameD2
A bride to help take care of such a creatureJ
And accommodate her young life to hisE2
That was what marrying father meant to herJ
She had to lie and hear love things made dreadfulW
By his shouts in the night He'd shout and shoutJ2
Until the strength was shouted out of himA3
And his voice died down slowly from exhaustionI2
He'd pull his bars apart like bow and bow stringL
And let them go and make them twang untilW
His hands had worn them smooth as any ox bowZ3
And then he'd crow as if he thought that child's playC
The only fun he had I've heard them say thoughD
They found a way to put a stop to itP
He was before my time I never saw himA3
But the pen stayed exactly as it wasA
There in the upper chamber in the ellW
A sort of catch all full of attic clutterJ
I often think of the smooth hickory barsA4
It got so I would say you know half foolingL
It's time I took my turn upstairs in jailW
Just as you will till it becomes a habitV
No wonder I was glad to get awayC
Mind you I waited till Len said the wordB4
I didn't want the blame if things went wrongO
I was glad though no end when we moved outJ2
And I looked to be happy and I wasA
As I said for a while but I don't knowD
Somehow the change wore out like a prescriptionI2
And there's more to it than just window viewsC4
And living by a lake I'm past such helpD4
Unless Len took the notion which he won'tE4
And I won't ask him it's not sure enoughO3
I 'spose I've got to go the road I'm goingL
Other folks have to and why shouldn't IF4
I almost think if I could do like youI
Drop everything and live out on the groundS3
But it might be come night I shouldn't like itP
Or a long rain I should soon get enoughO3
And be glad of a good roof overheadG4
I've lain awake thinking of you I'll warrantH4
More than you have yourself some of these nightsI4
The wonder was the tents weren't snatched awayC
From over you as you lay in your bedsJ4
I haven't courage for a risk like thatA2
Bless you of course you're keeping me from workK4
But the thing of it is I need to be keptL4
There's work enough to do there's always thatA2
But behind's behind The worst that you can doI
Is set me back a little more behindX
I sha'n't catch up in this world anywayC
I'd rather you'd not go unless you mustC3

Robert Frost


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