The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGAGH IJIJKLKLMNMNOA H PQRQSJSJTUTVWKWK

The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window paneA
Peered through the window pane that glowed like beacon in the nightB
For oh the sky was desolate and wild with wind and rainA
And how the little room was crammed with coziness and lightB
Except the flirting of the fire there was no sound at allC
The Woman sat beside the hearth her knitting on her kneeD
The shadow of her husband's head was dancing on the wallC
She looked with staring eyes at it she looked yet did not seeD
She only saw a childish face that topped the table rimE
A little wistful ghost that smiled and vanished quick awayF
And then because her tender eyes were flooding to the brimE
She lowered her head Don't sorrow dear she heard him softly sayF
It's over now We'll try to be as happy as beforeG
Ah they who little children have grant hostages to painA
We gave Life chance to wound us once but never never moreG
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe fled through the night againH
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The Spirit of the Unborn Babe went wildered in the darkI
Like termagants the winds tore down and whirled it with the snowJ
And then amid the writhing storm it saw a tiny sparkI
A window broad a spacious room all goldenly aglowJ
A woman slim and Paris gowned and exquisitely fairK
Who smiled with rapture as she watched her jewels catch the blazeL
A man in faultless evening dress young handsome debonnaireK
Who smoked his cigarette and looked with frank admiring gazeL
Oh we are happy sweet said he youth health and wealth are oursM
What if a thousand toil and sweat that we may live at easeN
What if the hands are worn and torn that strew our path with flowersM
Ah well we did not make the world let us not think of theseN
Let's seek the beauty spots of earth Dear Heart just you and IO
Let other women bring forth life with sorrow and with painA
Above our door we'll hang the sign 'No children need apply '-
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe sped through the night againH
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The Spirit of the Unborn Babe went whirling on and onP
It soared above a city vast it swept down to a slumQ
It saw within a grimy house a light that dimly shoneR
It peered in through a window pane and lo a voice said ComeQ
And so a little girl was born amid the dirt and dinS
And lived in spite of everything for life is ordered soJ
A child whose eyes first opened wide to swinishness and sinS
A child whose love and innocence met only curse and blowJ
And so in due and proper course she took the path of shameT
And gladly died in hospital quite old at twenty yearsU
And when God comes to weigh it all ah whose shall be the blameT
For all her maimed and poisoned life her torture and her tearsV
For oh it is not what we do but what we have not doneW
And on that day of reckoning when all is plain and clearK
What if we stand before the Throne blood guilty every oneW
Maybe the blackest sins of all are Selfishness and FearK

Robert Service



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