The Healer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII BABAJJTuberculosis should not be | A |
The old professor said | B |
If folks would hearken unto me | A |
'Twould save a million dead | B |
Nay no consumptive needs to die | C |
A cure have I | C |
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From blood of turtle I've distilled | D |
An elixir of worth | E |
Let every sufferer be thrilled | D |
And sing for joy of earth | E |
Yet every doctor turns his back | F |
And calls me quack | F |
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Alas They do not want to cure | G |
For sickness is their meat | H |
So persecution I endure | G |
And die in dark defeat | H |
Ye lungers listen to my call | I |
I'll save you all | I |
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The old Professor now is dead | B |
And turtles of the sea | A |
Knowing their blood they need not shed | B |
Are festive in their glee | A |
While sanitoriums are crammed | J |
With legions dammed | J |
Robert William Service
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