The Lacking Sense Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBBB CBCDD BBBBB BBBBB EBEFF DBDGG| SCENE A sad coloured landscape Waddon Vale | A |
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| O Time whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours | B |
| As of one who all unwittingly has wounded where she loves | B |
| Why weaves she not her world webs to according lutes and tabors | B |
| With nevermore this too remorseful air upon her face | B |
| As of angel fallen from grace | B |
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| Her look is but her story construe not its symbols keenly | C |
| In her wonderworks yea surely has she wounded where she loves | B |
| The sense of ills misdealt for blisses blanks the mien most queenly | C |
| Self smitings kill self joys and everywhere beneath the sun | D |
| Such deeds her hands have done | D |
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| And how explains thy Ancient Mind her crimes upon her creatures | B |
| These fallings from her fair beginnings woundings where she loves | B |
| Into her would be perfect motions modes effects and features | B |
| Admitting cramps black humours wan decay and baleful blights | B |
| Distress into delights | B |
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| Ah know'st thou not her secret yet her vainly veiled deficience | B |
| Whence it comes that all unwittingly she wounds the lives she loves | B |
| That sightless are those orbs of hers which bar to her omniscience | B |
| Brings those fearful unfulfilments that red ravage through her zones | B |
| Whereat all creation groans | B |
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| She whispers it in each pathetic strenuous slow endeavour | E |
| When in mothering she unwittingly sets wounds on what she loves | B |
| Yet her primal doom pursues her faultful fatal is she ever | E |
| Though so deft and nigh to vision is her facile finger touch | F |
| That the seers marvel much | F |
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| Deal then her groping skill no scorn no note of malediction | D |
| Not long on thee will press the hand that hurts the lives it loves | B |
| And while she dares dead reckoning on in darkness of affliction | D |
| Assist her where thy creaturely dependence can or may | G |
| For thou art of her clay | G |
Thomas Hardy
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