My Treasures Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH

These nuts that I keep in the back of the nestA
Where all my tin soldiers are lying at restA
Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and meB
In a wood with a well by the side of the seaB
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This whistle we made and how clearly it soundsC
By the side of a field at the end of the groundsC
Of a branch of a plane with a knife of my ownD
It was nursie who made it and nursie aloneD
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The stone with the white and the yellow and greyE
We discovered I cannot tell HOW far awayE
And I carried it back although weary and coldF
For though father denies it I'm sure it is goldF
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But of all my treasures the last is the kingG
For there's very few children possess such a thingG
And that is a chisel both handle and bladeH
Which a man who was really a carpenter madeH

Robert Louis Stevenson



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