The Sewing-girl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FGFGHEHE IJIJKEKE LJLJMNMN OEOEPQLQ RERESTST DEDEUEUE| The humble garret where I dwell | A |
| Is in that Quarter called the Latin | B |
| It isn't spacious truth to tell | A |
| There's hardly room to swing a cat in | C |
| But what of that It's there I fight | D |
| For food and fame my Muse inviting | E |
| And all the day and half the night | D |
| You'll find me writing writing writing | E |
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| Now it was in the month of May | F |
| As wrestling with a rhyme rheumatic | G |
| I chanced to look across the way | F |
| And lo within a neighbor attic | G |
| A hand drew back the window shade | H |
| And there a picture glad and glowing | E |
| I saw a sweet and slender maid | H |
| And she was sewing sewing sewing | E |
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| So poor the room so small so scant | I |
| Yet somehow oh so bright and airy | J |
| There was a pink geranium plant | I |
| Likewise a very pert canary | J |
| And in the maiden's heart it seemed | K |
| Some fount of gladness must be springing | E |
| For as alone I sadly dreamed | K |
| I heard her singing singing singing | E |
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| God love her how it cheered me then | L |
| To see her there so brave and pretty | J |
| So she with needle I with pen | L |
| We slaved and sang above the city | J |
| And as across my streams of ink | M |
| I watched her from a poet's distance | N |
| She stitched and sang I scarcely think | M |
| She was aware of my existence | N |
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| And then one day she sang no more | O |
| That put me out there's no denying | E |
| I looked she labored as before | O |
| But bless me she was crying crying | E |
| Her poor canary chirped in vain | P |
| Her pink geranium drooped in sorrow | Q |
| Of course said I she'll sing again | L |
| Maybe I sighed she will to morrow | Q |
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| Poor child 'twas finished with her song | R |
| Day after day her tears were flowing | E |
| And as I wondered what was wrong | R |
| She pined and peaked above her sewing | E |
| And then one day the blind she drew | S |
| Ah though I sought with vain endeavor | T |
| To pierce the darkness well I knew | S |
| My sewing girl had gone for ever | T |
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| And as I sit alone to night | D |
| My eyes unto her room are turning | E |
| I'd give the sum of all I write | D |
| Once more to see her candle burning | E |
| Once more to glimpse her happy face | U |
| And while my rhymes of cheer I'm ringing | E |
| Across the sunny sweep of space | U |
| To hear her singing singing singing | E |
Robert William Service
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