A Worldly Death-bed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHJKLK MNONPQRQ SDTDUVWV XYCYZA2B2A2 C2D2E2D2F2G2A2G2 MH2I2H2J2YK2Y ML2K2L2VA2M2A2| Hush speak in accents soft and low | A |
| And treat with careful stealth | B |
| Thro' that rich curtained room which tells | C |
| Of luxury and wealth | B |
| Men of high science and of skill | D |
| Stand there with saddened brow | E |
| Exchanging some low whispered words | F |
| What can their art do now | E |
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| Follow their gaze to yonder couch | G |
| Where moans in fitful pain | H |
| The mistress of this splendid home | I |
| With aching heart and brain | H |
| The fever burning in her veins | J |
| Tinges with carmine bright | K |
| That sunken cheek alas she needs | L |
| No borrowed bloom to night | K |
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| The masses of her raven hair | M |
| Fall down on either side | N |
| In tangled richness it has been | O |
| Through life her care and pride | N |
| And those small perfect hands on which | P |
| Her gaze complacent fell | Q |
| Now clenched within her pillow's lace | R |
| Of anguish only tell | Q |
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| Sad was her restless fev'rish sleep | S |
| More sad her waking still | D |
| As with wild start she looks around | T |
| Her chamber darkened still | D |
| Its silence and the mournful looks | U |
| Of those who stand apart | V |
| Some awful fear seem to suggest | W |
| To that poor worldly heart | V |
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| Doctor I'm better am I not | X |
| She gasps with failing breath | Y |
| Alas the answer sternly tells | C |
| That she is ill to death | Y |
| What dying and her eyes gleam forth | Z |
| A flashing fearful ray | A2 |
| I young rich lovely from this earth | B2 |
| To pass so soon away | A2 |
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| No no it must not cannot be | C2 |
| Surely your skill can save | D2 |
| Can stand between me and the gloom | E2 |
| The horrors of the grave | D2 |
| Breathless she listens but no word | F2 |
| Breaks that dull pause of grief | G2 |
| Her pitying listeners turn away | A2 |
| They cannot give relief | G2 |
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| Tossing aloft in fierce despair | M |
| Her arms with frenzied cry | H2 |
| She gasps forth Save me help O help | I2 |
| I must not will not die | H2 |
| But One can grant that wild appeal | J2 |
| Can stay her failing breath | Y |
| Of Him she never thought in life | K2 |
| Nor thinks she now in death | Y |
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| Without one prayer one contrite tear | M |
| For past faults to atone | L2 |
| For wasted talents misspent life | K2 |
| She's gone before God's throne | L2 |
| Prying that wilful wayward heart | V |
| That leaned on gods of clay | A2 |
| For calmer holier death than hers | M2 |
| With solemn heart we pray | A2 |
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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