The Foster Mother's Tale. A Dramatic Fragment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHDIJKLMJNOPJQ RSMTUJVWXYJZA2TJB2C2 CD2CE2F2G2H2CI2J2AK2 DL2M2N2O2JP2Q2TR2DG2 S2VT2U2V2DW2X2

Ter But that entrance SelmaA
Sel Can no one hear It is a perilous taleB
Ter No oneC
Sel My husband's father told it meD
Poor old Sesina angels rest his soulE
He was a woodman and could fell and sawF
With lusty arm You know that huge round beamG
Which props the hanging wall of the old chapelH
Beneath that tree while yet it was a treeD
He found a baby wrapped in mosses linedI
With thistle beards and such small locks of woolJ
As hang on brambles Well he brought him homeK
And reared him at the then Lord Valdez' costL
And so the babe grew up a pretty boyM
A pretty boy but nost unteachableJ
And never learn'd a prayer nor told a beadN
But knew the names of birds and mocked their notesO
And whistled as he were a bird himselfP
And all the autumn 'twas his only playJ
To gather seeds of wild flowers and to plant themQ
With earth and water on the stumps of treesR
A Friar who gathered simples in the woodS
A gray haired man he loved this little boyM
The boy loved him and when the Friar taught himT
He soon could write with the pen and from that timeU
Lived chiefly at the convent or the castleJ
So he became a rare and learned youthV
But O poor wretch he read and read and readW
Till his brain turned and ere his twentieth yearX
He had unlawful thoughts of many thingsY
And though he prayed he never loved to prayJ
With holy men nor in a holy placeZ
But yet his speech it was so soft and sweetA2
The late Lord Valdez ne'er was wearied with himT
And once as by the north side of the chapelJ
They stood together chained in deep discourseB2
The earth heaved under them with such a groanC2
That the wall tottered and had well nigh fallenC
Right on their heads My Lord was sorely frightenedD2
A fever seized him and he made confessionC
Of all the heretical and lawless talkE2
Which brought this judgement so the youth was seizedF2
And cast into that hole My husband's fatherG2
Sobbed like a child it almost broke his heartH2
And once as he was working near this dungeonC
He heard a voice distinctly 'twas the youth'sI2
Who sung a doleful song about green fieldsJ2
How sweet it were on lake or wide savannaA
To hunt for food and be a naked manK2
And wander up and down at libertyD
He always doted on the youth and nowL2
His love grew desperate and defying deathM2
He made that cunning entrance I describedN2
And the young man escapedO2
Ter 'Tis a sweet taleJ
Such as would lull a listening child to sleepP2
His rosy face besoiled with unwiped tearsQ2
And what became of himT
Sel He went on shipboardR2
With those bold voyagers who made discoveryD
Of golden lands Sesina's younger brotherG2
Went likewise and when he returned to SpainS2
He told Sesina that the poor mad youthV
Soon after they arrived in that new worldT2
In spite of his dissuasion seized a boatU2
And all alone set sail by silent moonlightV2
Up a great river great as any seaD
And ne'er was heard of more but 'tis supposedW2
He lived and died among the savage menX2

Samuel Taylor Coleridge



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