My Cancer Cure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBB CCDEEE FFFGGG HIHBBB JJKLLL BBBA year to live the Doctor said | A |
There is no cure and shook his head | A |
Ah me I felt as good as dead | A |
Yet quite resigned to fate was I | B |
Thinking Well since I have to die | B |
'Twill be beneath the open sky | B |
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And so I sought a wildsome wood | C |
Wherein a lonely cabin stood | C |
And doomed myself to solitude | D |
And there was no one I would see | E |
Each morn a farmer brought to me | E |
My food and hung it on a tree | E |
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Six eggs he brought and milk a quart | F |
Enough for wretches of my sort | F |
Whose life is fated to be short | F |
At night I laid me on the round | G |
In robe of buffalo wrapped round | G |
'Twas strange that I should sleep so sound | G |
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The farmer man I seldom saw | H |
I pierced my eggs and sucked them raw | I |
Sweet mil refreshed my ravaged maw | H |
So slowly days and weeks went by | B |
And always I would wonder why | B |
I did not die I did not die | B |
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Thus brooding on my grievous lot | J |
The world of men I fast forgot | J |
And in the wildwood friends I sought | K |
The brook bright melodies would sing | L |
The groves with feathered rapture ring | L |
And bring me strange sweet comforting | L |
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Then all at once I knew that I | B |
Miraculously would not die | B |
When doctors fail let Nature try | B |
Robert Service
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