A Salem Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBC DCDCDC EFEFEF A CACAGEGHGH A IJJ KAA LMM CNCNON CPCPAP CFCFQFI | A |
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They whisper at my very gate | B |
These clacking gossips every one | C |
We saw them in the wood of late | B |
Her and the widow's son | C |
The horses at the forge may wait | B |
The wool may go unspun | C |
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I spread the food he loves the best | D |
I light the lamp when day is done | C |
Yet still he stays another's guest | D |
Oh my one son my son | C |
I would it burned in mine own breast | D |
The spell he may not shun | C |
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She hath bewitched him with her eyes | E |
No goodly maid hath eyes as bright | F |
Pale in the morn I watch him rise | E |
As one who wanders far by night | F |
The gossips whisper and surmise | E |
I hide me from the light | F |
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II | A |
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Her hair is yellow as the corn | C |
Her eyes are bluer than the sky | A |
Behind the casement yester morn | C |
I watched her passing by | A |
My son not yet had broken bread | G |
Yet from the table did he rise | E |
She said no word nor turned her head | G |
What then the spell that bade him stir | H |
Nor heeding any word I said | G |
Put by my hands and follow her | H |
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III | A |
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He was so strong and wise and good | I |
Was there no other she might take | J |
Nor other mothers' hearts to break | J |
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What though she bade the harvest fail | K |
What though she willed the cattle die | A |
So my son's soul was spared thereby | A |
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My cattle fill the pasture land | L |
The ripe fruit thickens on the tree | M |
My son my son is lost to me | M |
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IV | - |
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They burned a witch in our town | C |
On hangman's hill to day | N |
And black the ashes drifted down | C |
Ashes black and grey | N |
Not white like those o' martyred folk | O |
Whose souls are clean as they | N |
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They burned a witch in our town | C |
Upon a windy hill | P |
For that she made the wells sink down | C |
And wrought a young man ill | P |
The smoke rose black against the sky | A |
And hangs before it still | P |
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They burned a witch in our town | C |
And sure they did but right | F |
And yet I would the rain could drown | C |
That blackened hill from sight | F |
And some great wind might drive that cloud | Q |
'Twixt God and me this night | F |
Theodosia Garrison
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