Her Death And After Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'TWAS a death bed summons and forth I wentA
By the way of the Western Wall so drearB
On that winter night and sought a gateC
The home by FateC
Of one I had long held dearB
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And there as I paused by her tenementD
And the trees shed on me their rime and hoarB
I thought of the man who had left her loneE
Him who made her his ownE
When I loved her long beforeB
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The rooms within had the piteous shineF
The home things wear which the housewife missG
From the stairway floated the rise and fallH
Of an infant's callH
Whose birth had brought her to thisG
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Her life was the price she would pay for that whineF
For a child by the man she did not loveI
But let that rest forever I saidJ
And bent my treadJ
To the chamber up aboveI
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She took my hand in her thin white ownE
And smiled her thanks though nigh too weakK
And made them a sign to leave us thereB
Then faltered ereB
She could bring herself to speakK
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'Twas to see you before I go he'll condoneE
Such a natural thing now my time's not muchL
When Death is so near it hustles henceM
All passioned senseM
Between woman and man as suchL
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My husband is absent As heretoforeB
The City detains him But in truthN
He has not been kind I will speak no blameO
But the child is lameO
O I pray she may reach his ruthN
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Forgive past days I can say no moreB
Maybe if we'd wedded you'd now repineE
But I treated you ill I was punished FarewellP
Truth shall I tellP
Would the child were yours and mineE
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As a wife I was true But such my uneaseQ
That could I insert a deed back in TimeR
I'd make her yours to secure your careB
And the scandal bearB
And the penalty for the crimeR
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When I had left and the swinging treesQ
Rang above me as lauding her candid sayS
Another was I Her words were enoughT
Came smooth came roughT
I felt I could live my dayS
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Next night she died and her obsequiesS
In the Field of Tombs by the Via renownedU
Had her husband's heed His tendance spentA
I often wentA
And pondered by her moundU
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All that year and the next year whiledU
And I still went thitherward in the gloamV
But the Town forgot her and her nookW
And her husband tookW
Another Love to his homeV
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And the rumor flew that the lame lone childU
Whom she wished for its safety child of mineE
Was treated ill when offspring cameO
Of the new made dameO
And marked a more vigorous lineE
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A smarter grief within me wroughtU
Than even at loss of her so dearB
Dead the being whose soul my soul suffusedU
Her child ill usedU
I helpless to interfereB
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One eve as I stood at my spot of thoughtU
In the white stoned Garth brooding thus her wrongX
Her husband neared and to shun his viewY
By her hallowed mewY
I went from the tombs amongZ
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To the Cirque of the Gladiators which facedU
That haggard mark of Imperial RomeV
Whose Pagan echoes mock the chimeR
Of our Christian timeR
It was void and I inward clombR
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Scarce had night the sun's gold touch displacedU
From the vast Rotund and the neighboring deadU
When her husband followed bowed half passedU
With lip upcastU
Then halting sullenly saidU
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It is noised that you visit my first wife's tombR
Now I gave her an honored name to bearB
While living when dead So I've claim to askA2
By what right you taskA2
My patience by vigiling thereB
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There's decency even in death I assumeR
Preserve it sir and keep awayS
For the mother of my first born youY
Show mind undueY
Sir I've nothing more to sayS
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A desperate stroke discerned I thenE
God pardon or pardon not the lieB2
She had sighed that she wished lest the child should pineE
Of slights 'twere mineE
So I said But the father IB2
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That you thought it yours is the way of menE
But I won her troth long ere your dayS
You learnt how in dying she summoned meR
'Twas in fealtyR
Sir I've nothing more to sayS
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Save that if you'll hand me my little maidU
I'll take her and rear her and spare you toilC2
Think it more than a friendly act none canE
I'm a lonely manE
While you've a large pot to boilC2
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If not and you'll put it to ball or bladeU
To night to morrow night anywhenE
I'll meet you here But think of itU
And in season fitU
Let me hear from you againE
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Well I went away hoping but nought I heardU
Of my stroke for the child till there greeted meR
A little voice that one day cameR
To my window frameR
And babbled innocentlyR
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My father who's not my own sends wordU
I'm to stay here sir where I belongX
Next a writing came Since the child was the fruitU
Of your passions bruteU
Pray take her to right a wrongX
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And I did And I gave the child my loveI
And the child loved me and estranged us noneE
But compunctions loomed for I'd harmed the deadU
By what I'd saidU
For the good of the living oneE
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Yet though God wot I am sinner enoughT
And unworthy the woman who drew me soS
Perhaps this wrong for her darling's goodU
She forgives or wouldU
If only she could knowS

Thomas Hardy



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