The Orphan's Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DDEA FGBG HHEA IJJI KCKC HHEA LBMB NAAN OPQP RSRS TAAU ANANRPQP BVWV VVDEA XYYX ZAZA NYYJ JINI NYA2Y YB2B2Y GC2GC2 D2E2F2S G2EEG2 SEES NH2H2N I2PJ2P BVWVVVDEA

I had a little birdA
I took it from the nestB
I prest it and blest itC
And nurst it in my breastB
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I set it on the groundD
I danced round and roundD
And sang about it so cheerlyE
With 'Hey my little bird and ho my little birdA
And oh but I love thee dearly '-
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I make a little feastF
Of food soft and sweetG
I hold it in my breastB
And coax it to eatG
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I pit and I patH
I call it this and thatH
And sing about it so cheerlyE
With 'Hey my little bird and ho my little birdA
And ho but I love thee dearly '-
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I may kiss I may singI
But I can't make it feedJ
It taketh no heedJ
Of any pleasant thingI
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I scolded and I sockedK
But it minded not a whitC
Its little mouth was lockedK
And I could not open itC
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Tho' with pit and with patH
And with this and with thatH
I sang about it so cheerlyE
And 'Hey my little bird and ho my little birdA
And ho but I love thee dearly '-
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But when the day was doneL
And the room was at restB
And I sat all aloneM
With my birdie in my breastB
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And the light had fledN
And not a sound was heardA
Then my little birdA
Lifted up its headN
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And the little mouthO
Loosed its sullen prideP
And it opened it openedQ
With a yearning strong and wideP
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Swifter than I speakR
I brought it food once moreS
But the poor little beakR
Was locked as beforeS
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I sat down againT
And not a creature stirredA
I laid the little birdA
Again where it had lainU
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And again when nothing stirredA
And not a word I saidN
Then my little birdA
Lifted up its headN
And the little beakR
Loosed its stubborn prideP
And it opened it openedQ
With a yearning strong and wideP
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It lay in my breastB
It uttered no cryV
'Twas famished 'twas famishedW
And I couldn't tell whyV
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I couldn't tell whyV
But I saw that it would dieV
For all that I kept dancing round and roundD
And singing above it so cheerlyE
With 'Hey my little bird and ho my little birdA
And ho but I love thee dearly '-
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I never look sadX
I hear what people sayY
I laugh when they are gayY
And they think I am gladX
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My tears never startZ
I never say a wordA
But I think that my heartZ
Is like that little birdA
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Every day I readN
And I sing and I playY
But thro' the long dayY
It taketh no heedJ
-
It taketh no heedJ
Of any pleasant thingI
I know it doth not readN
I know it doth not singI
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With my mouth I readN
With my hands I playY
My shut heart is shutA2
Coax it how you mayY
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You may coax it how you mayY
While the day is broad and brightB2
But in the dead nightB2
When the guests are gone awayY
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And no more the music sweetG
Up the house doth passC2
Nor the dancing feetG
Shake the nursery glassC2
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And I've heard my auntD2
Along the corridorE2
And my uncle gauntF2
Lock his chamber doorS
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And upon the stairG2
All is hushed and stillE
And the last wheelE
Is silent in the squareG2
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And the nurses snoreS
And the dim sheets rise and fallE
And the lamplight's on the wallE
And the mouse is on the floorS
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And the curtains of my bedN
Are like a heavy cloudH2
And the clock ticks loudH2
And sounds are in my headN
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And little Lizzie sleepsI2
Softly at my sideP
It opens it opensJ2
With a yearning strong and wideP
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It yearns in my breastB
It utters no cryV
'Tis famished 'tis famishedW
And I feel that I shall dieV
I feel that I shall dieV
And none will know whyV
Tho' the pleasant life is dancing round and roundD
And singing about me so cheerlyE
With 'Hey my little bird and ho my little birdA
And ho but I love thee dearly '-

Sydney Thompson Dobell



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