The Telegraph Operator Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFGFHIJI KLKLMLNO PQPQRSRS TUTUVWVR XYXYZA2ZA2 B2C2B2C2D2LD2L ZPZPE2F2E2F2 G2FG2FRDRD| I will not wash my face | A |
| I will not brush my hair | B |
| I pig around the place | A |
| There's nobody to care | B |
| Nothing but rock and tree | C |
| Nothing but wood and stone | D |
| Oh God it's hell to be | C |
| Alone alone alone | D |
| - | |
| Snow peaks and deep gashed draws | E |
| Corral me in a ring | F |
| I feel as if I was | G |
| The only living thing | F |
| On all this blighted earth | H |
| And so I frowst and shrink | I |
| And crouching by my hearth | J |
| I hear the thoughts I think | I |
| - | |
| I think of all I miss | K |
| The boys I used to know | L |
| The girls I used to kiss | K |
| The coin I used to blow | L |
| The bars I used to haunt | M |
| The racket and the row | L |
| The beers I didn't want | N |
| I wish I had 'em now | O |
| - | |
| Day after day the same | P |
| Only a little worse | Q |
| No one to grouch or blame | P |
| Oh for a loving curse | Q |
| Oh in the night I fear | R |
| Haunted by nameless things | S |
| Just for a voice to cheer | R |
| Just for a hand that clings | S |
| - | |
| Faintly as from a star | T |
| Voices come o'er the line | U |
| Voices of ghosts afar | T |
| Not in this world of mine | U |
| Lives in whose loom I grope | V |
| Words in whose weft I hear | W |
| Eager the thrill of hope | V |
| Awful the chill of fear | R |
| - | |
| I'm thinking out aloud | X |
| I reckon that is bad | Y |
| The snow is like a shroud | X |
| Maybe I'm going mad | Y |
| Say wouldn't that be tough | Z |
| This awful hush that hugs | A2 |
| And chokes one is enough | Z |
| To make a man go bugs | A2 |
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| There's not a thing to do | B2 |
| I cannot sleep at night | C2 |
| No wonder I'm so blue | B2 |
| Oh for a friendly fight | C2 |
| The din and rush of strife | D2 |
| A music hall aglow | L |
| A crowd a city life | D2 |
| Dear God I miss it so | L |
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| Here you have moped enough | Z |
| Brace up and play the game | P |
| But say it's awful tough | Z |
| Day after day the same | P |
| I've said that twice I bet | E2 |
| Well there's not much to say | F2 |
| I wish I had a pet | E2 |
| Or something I could play | F2 |
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| Cheer up don't get so glum | G2 |
| And sick of everything | F |
| The worst is yet to come | G2 |
| God help you till the Spring | F |
| God shield you from the Fear | R |
| Teach you to laugh not moan | D |
| Ha ha it sounds so queer | R |
| Alone alone alone | D |
Robert Service
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