Son Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDEE FFGG HHIJ AAGG KKLLHe hurried away young heart of joy under our Devon sky | A |
And I watched him go my beautiful boy and a weary woman was I | A |
For my hair is grey and his was gold he'd the best of his life to live | B |
And I'd loved him so and I'm old I'm old and he's all I had to give | C |
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Ah yes he was proud and swift and gay but oh how my eyes were dim | D |
With the sun in his heart he went away but he took the sun with him | D |
For look How the leaves are falling now and the winter won't be long | E |
Oh boy my boy with the sunny brow and the lips of love and of song | E |
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How we used to sit at the day's sweet end we two by the firelight's gleam | F |
And we'd drift to the Valley of Let's Pretend on the beautiful river of Dream | F |
Oh dear little heart All wealth untold would I gladly gladly pay | G |
Could I just for a moment closely hold that golden head to my grey | G |
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For I gaze in the fire and I'm seeing there a child and he waves to me | H |
And I run and I hold him up in the air and he laughs and shouts with glee | H |
A little bundle of love and mirth crying Come Mumsie dear | I |
Ah me If he called from the ends of the earth I know that my heart would hear | J |
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Yet the thought comes thrilling through all my pain how worthier could he die | A |
Yea a loss like that is a glorious gain and pitiful proud am I | A |
For Peace must be bought with blood and tears and the boys of our hearts must pay | G |
And so in our joy of the after years let us bless them every day | G |
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And though I know there's a hasty grave with a poor little cross at its head | K |
And the gold of his youth he so gladly gave yet to me he'll never be dead | K |
And the sun in my Devon lane will be gay and my boy will be with me still | L |
So I'm finding the heart to smile and say Oh God if it be Thy Will | L |
Robert Service
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