The Little Girl's Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCADE EFGHGGE AIJIIJJKJL LDE ELGLMMKGKGLLDE ELLNANLLDE OPPGQG RRLQPLPLRLESESETTAGS GSSES EAEBCADE

Do not mind my crying Papa I am not crying for painA
Do not mind my shaking Papa I am not shaking with fearB
Tho' the wild wild wind is bideous to hearC
And I see the snow and the rainA
When will you come back againD
Papa PapaE
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Somebody else that you love PapaE
Somebody else that you dearly loveF
Is weary like me because you're awayG
Sometimes I see her lips tremble and moveH
And I seem to know what they're going to sayG
And every day and all the long dayG
I long to cry 'Oh Mamma MammaE
When will Papa come back again '-
But before I can say it I see the painA
Creeping up on her white white cheekI
As the sweet sad sunshine creeps up the white wallJ
And then I am sorry and fear to speakI
And slowly the pain goes out of her cheekI
As the sad sweet sunshine goes from the wallJ
Oh I wish I were grown up wise and tallJ
That I might throw my arms round her neckK
And say 'Dear Mamma oh what is it allJ
That I see and see and do not seeL
In your white white face all the livelong day '-
But she hides her grief from a child like meL
When will you come back againD
Papa PapaE
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Where were you going Papa PapaE
All this long while have you been on the seaL
When she looks as if she saw far awayG
Is she thinking of you and what does she seeL
Are the white sails blowingM
And the blue men rowingM
And are you standing on the high deckK
Where we saw you stand till the ship grew grayG
And we watched and watched till the ship was a speckK
And the dark came first to you far awayG
I wish I could see what she can seeL
But she hides her grief from a child like meL
When will you come back againD
Papa PapaE
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Don't you remember Papa PapaE
How we used to sit by the fire all threeL
And she told me tales while I sat on her kneeL
And heard the winter winds roar down the streetN
And knock like men at the window paneA
And the louder they roared oh it seemed more sweetN
To be warm and warm as we used to beL
Sitting at night by the fire all threeL
When will you come back againD
Papa PapaE
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Papa I like to sit by the fireO
Why does she sit far away in the coldP
If I had but somebody wise and oldP
That every day I might cry and sayG
'Is she changed do you think or do I forgetQ
Was she always as white as she is to dayG
Did she never carry her head up higher '-
Papa Papa if I could but knowR
Do you think her voice was always so lowR
Did I always see what I seem to seeL
When I wake up at night and her pillow is wetQ
You used to say her hair it was goldP
It looks like silver to meL
But still she tells the same tale that she toldP
She sings the same songs when I sit on her kneeL
And the house goes on as it went long agoR
When we lived together all threeL
Sometimes my heart seems to sink PapaE
And I feel as if I could be happy no moreS
Is she changed do you think PapaE
Or did I dream she was brighter beforeS
She makes me remember my snowdrop PapaE
That I forgot in thinking of youT
The sweetest snowdrop that ever I knewT
But I put it out of the sun and the rainA
It was green and white when I put it awayG
It had one sweet bell and green leaves fourS
It was green and white when I found it that dayG
It had one pale bell and green leaves fourS
But I was not glad of it any moreS
Was it changed do you think PapaE
Or did I dream it was brighter beforeS
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Do not mind my crying PapaE
I am not crying for painA
Do not mind my shaking PapaE
I am not shaking for fearB
Tho' the wild wild wind is hideous to hearC
And I see the snow and the rainA
When will you come back againD
Papa PapaE

Sydney Thompson Dobell



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