Eclogue Iii. The Funeral Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The coffin as I past across the lane	A
Came sudden on my view It was not here	B
A sight of every day as in the streets	C
Of the great city and we paus'd and ask'd	D
Who to the grave was going It was one	E
A village girl they told us who had borne	F
An eighteen months strange illness and had pined	G
With such slow wasting that the hour of death	H
Came welcome to her We pursued our way	I
To the house of mirth and with that idle talk	J
That passes o'er the mind and is forgot	K
We wore away the time But it was eve	L
When homewardly I went and in the air	M
Was that cool freshness that discolouring shade	N
That makes the eye turn inward Then I heard	O
Over the vale the heavy toll of death	H
Sound slow it made me think upon the dead	P
I questioned more and learnt her sorrowful tale	Q
She bore unhusbanded a mother's name	R
And he who should have cherished her far off	S
Sail'd on the seas self exil'd from his home	T
For he was poor Left thus a wretched one	E
Scorn made a mock of her and evil tongues	U
Were busy with her name She had one ill	V
Heavier neglect forgetfulness from him	W
Whom she had loved so dearly Once he wrote	X
But only once that drop of comfort came	R
To mingle with her cup of wretchedness	U
And when his parents had some tidings from him	W
There was no mention of poor Hannah there	M
Or 'twas the cold enquiry bitterer	M
Than silence So she pined and pined away	I
And for herself and baby toil'd and toil'd	Y
Nor did she even on her death bed rest	Z
From labour knitting with her outstretch'd arms	U
Till she sunk with very weakness Her old mother	M
Omitted no kind office and she work'd	A2
Hard and with hardest working barely earn'd	B2
Enough to make life struggle and prolong	C2
The pains of grief and sickness Thus she lay	I
On the sick bed of poverty so worn	F
With her long suffering and that painful thought	D2
That at her heart lay rankling and so weak	E2
That she could make no effort to express	U
Affection for her infant and the child	F2
Whose lisping love perhaps had solaced her	M
With a strange infantine ingratitude	F2
Shunn'd her as one indifferent She was past	F2
That anguish for she felt her hour draw on	G2
And 'twas her only comfoft now to think	H2
Upon the grave Poor girl her mother said	F2
Thou hast suffered much aye mother there is none	E
Can tell what I have suffered she replied	F2
But I shall soon be where the weary rest	F2
And she did rest her soon for it pleased God	F2
To take her to his mercy	U

Robert Southey

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