Room 7: The Coco-fiend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBDEDEDDED CFCFCCFGGHIHIHIDJJD KLKLMNONADAD PQPQRSTUVPWPDD PPXXNNNNYZYZWA2ZA2 B2B2BBFFDDBBC2C2 BBNNPPYYNNNNNND2D2NN NNE2E2JDNN NNNN F2NF2F2NG2G2H2H2 WWWWWDWWD| I look at no one me | A |
| I pass them on the stair | B |
| Shadows I don't see | A |
| Shadows everywhere | B |
| Haunting taunting staring glaring | C |
| Shadows I don't care | B |
| Once my room I gain | D |
| Then my life begins | E |
| Shut the door on pain | D |
| How the Devil grins | E |
| Grin with might and main | D |
| Grin and grin in vain | D |
| Here's where Heav'n begins | E |
| Cocaine Cocaine | D |
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| A whiff Ah that's the thing | C |
| How it makes me gay | F |
| Now I want to sing | C |
| Leap laugh play | F |
| Ha I've had my fling | C |
| Mistress of a king | C |
| In my day | F |
| Just another snuff | G |
| Oh the blessed stuff | G |
| How the wretched room | H |
| Rushes from my sight | I |
| Misery and gloom | H |
| Melt into delight | I |
| Fear and death and doom | H |
| Vanish in the night | I |
| No more cold and pain | D |
| I am young again | J |
| Beautiful again | J |
| Cocaine Cocaine | D |
| - | |
| Oh I was made to be good to be good | K |
| For a true man's love and a life that's sweet | L |
| Fireside blessings and motherhood | K |
| Little ones playing around my feet | L |
| How it all unfolds like a magic screen | M |
| Tender and glowing and clear and glad | N |
| The wonderful mother I might have been | O |
| The beautiful children I might have had | N |
| Romping and laughing and shrill with glee | A |
| Oh I see them now and I see them plain | D |
| Darlings Come nestle up close to me | A |
| You comfort me so and you're just Cocaine | D |
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| It's Life that's all to blame | P |
| We can't do what we will | Q |
| She robes us with her shame | P |
| She crowns us with her ill | Q |
| I do not care because | R |
| I see with bitter calm | S |
| Life made me what I was | T |
| Life makes me what I am | U |
| Could I throw back the years | V |
| It all would be the same | P |
| Hunger and cold and tears | W |
| Misery fear and shame | P |
| And then the old refrain | D |
| Cocaine Cocaine | D |
| - | |
| A love child I so here my mother came | P |
| Where she might live in peace with none to blame | P |
| And how she toiled Harder than any slave | X |
| What courage patient hopeful tender brave | X |
| We had a little room at Lavilette | N |
| So small so neat so clean I see it yet | N |
| Poor mother sewing sewing late at night | N |
| Her wasted face beside the candlelight | N |
| This Paris crushed her How she used to sigh | Y |
| And as I watched her from my bed I knew | Z |
| She saw red roofs against a primrose sky | Y |
| And glistening fields and apples dimmed with dew | Z |
| Hard times we had We counted every sou | W |
| We sewed sacks for a living I was quick | A2 |
| Four busy hands to work instead of two | Z |
| Oh we were happy there till she fell sick | A2 |
| - | |
| My mother lay her face turned to the wall | B2 |
| And I a girl of sixteen fair and tall | B2 |
| Sat by her side all stricken with despair | B |
| Knelt by her bed and faltered out a prayer | B |
| A doctor's order on the table lay | F |
| Medicine for which alas I could not pay | F |
| Medicine to save her life to soothe her pain | D |
| I sought for something I could sell in vain | D |
| All all was gone The room was cold and bare | B |
| Gone blankets and the cloak I used to wear | B |
| Bare floor and wall and cupboard every shelf | C2 |
| Nothing that I could sell except myself | C2 |
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| I sought the street I could not bear | B |
| To hear my mother moaning there | B |
| I clutched the paper in my hand | N |
| 'Twas hard You cannot understand | N |
| I walked as martyr to the flame | P |
| Almost exalted in my shame | P |
| They turned who heard my voiceless cry | Y |
| For Sale a virgin who will buy | Y |
| And so myself I fiercely sold | N |
| And clutched the price a piece of gold | N |
| Into a pharmacy I pressed | N |
| I took the paper from my breast | N |
| I gave my money how it gleamed | N |
| How precious to my eyes it seemed | N |
| And then I saw the chemist frown | D2 |
| Quick on the counter throw it down | D2 |
| Shake with an angry look his head | N |
| Your louis d'or is bad he said | N |
| - | |
| Dazed crushed I went into the night | N |
| I clutched my gleaming coin so tight | N |
| No no I could not well believe | E2 |
| That any one could so deceive | E2 |
| I tried again and yet again | J |
| Contempt suspicion and disdain | D |
| Always the same reply I had | N |
| Get out of this Your money's bad | N |
| - | |
| Heart broken to the room I crept | N |
| To mother's side All still she slept | N |
| I bent I sought to raise her head | N |
| Oh God have pity she was dead | N |
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| That's how it all began | F2 |
| Said I Revenge is sweet | N |
| So in my guilty span | F2 |
| I've ruined many a man | F2 |
| They've groveled at my feet | N |
| I've pity had for none | G2 |
| I've bled them every one | G2 |
| Oh I've had interest for | H2 |
| That worthless louis d'or | H2 |
| - | |
| But now it's over see | W |
| I care for no one me | W |
| Only at night sometimes | W |
| In dreams I hear the chimes | W |
| Of wedding bells and see | W |
| A woman without stain | D |
| With children at her knee | W |
| Ah how you comfort me | W |
| Cocaine | D |
Robert William Service
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