The Blind And The Dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEE EGHG EIEI JEJE BEBE| She lay like a saint on her copper couch | A |
| Like an angel asleep she lay | B |
| In the stare of the ghoulish folks that slouch | A |
| Past the Dead and sneak away | B |
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| Then came old Jules of the sightless gaze | C |
| Who begged in the streets for bread | D |
| Each day he had come for a year of days | C |
| And groped his way to the Dead | D |
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| What's the Devil's Harvest to day he cried | E |
| A wanton with eyes of blue | F |
| I've known too many a such he sighed | E |
| Maybe I know this mon Dieu | E |
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| He raised the head of the heedless Dead | E |
| He fingered the frozen face | G |
| Then a deathly spell on the watchers fell | H |
| God it was still that place | G |
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| He raised the head of the careless Dead | E |
| He fumbled a vagrant curl | I |
| And then with his sightless smile he said | E |
| It's only my little girl | I |
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| Dear my dear did they hurt you so | J |
| Come to your daddy's heart | E |
| Aye and he held so tight you know | J |
| They were hard to force apart | E |
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| No Paris isn't always gay | B |
| And the morgue has its stories too | E |
| You are a writer of tales you say | B |
| Then there is a tale for you | E |
Robert William Service
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