The Song Of The Women Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDECE AFAGHH CCCCEE EEEEAA IEJEEE KEKEEE EEEELE

How shall she know the worship we would do herA
The walls are high and she is very farB
How shall the woman's message reach unto herA
Above the tumult of the packed bazaarB
Free wind of March against the lattice blowingC
Bear thou our thanks lest she depart unknowingC
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Go forth across the fields we may not roam inD
Go forth beyond the trees that rim the cityE
To whatsoe'er fair place she hath her home inD
Who dowered us with walth of love and pityE
Out of our shadow pass and seek her singingC
quot I have no gifts but Love alone for bringing quotE
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Say that we be a feeble folk who greet herA
But old in grief and very wise in tearsF
Say that we being desolate entreat herA
That she forget us not in after yearsG
For we have seen the light and it were grievousH
To dim that dawning if our lady leave usH
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By life that ebbed with none to stanch the failingC
By Love's sad harvest garnered in the springC
When Love in ignorance wept unavailingC
O'er young buds dead before their blossomingC
By all the grey owl watched the pale moon viewedE
In past grim years declare our gratitudeE
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By hands uplifted to the Gods that heard notE
By fits that found no favor in their sightE
By faces bent above the babe that stirred notE
By nameless horrors of the stifling nightE
By ills foredone by peace her toils discoverA
Bid Earth be good beneath and Heaven above herA
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If she have sent her servants in our painI
If she have fought with Death and dulled his swordE
If she have given back our sick againJ
And to the breast the wakling lips restoredE
Is it a little thing that she has wroughtE
Then Life and Death and Motherhood be noughtE
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Go forth O wind our message on thy wingsK
And they shall hear thee pass and bid thee speedE
In reed roofed hut or white walled home of kingsK
Who have been helpen by ther in their needE
All spring shall give thee fragrance and the wheatE
Shall be a tasselled floorcloth to thy feetE
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Haste for our hearts are with thee take no restE
Loud voiced ambassador from sea to seaE
Proclaim the blessing mainfold confessedE
Of those in darkness by her hand set freeE
Then very softly to her presence moveL
And whisper quot Lady lo they know and love quotE

Rudyard Kipling



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