The Satin Shoes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEDE FGFG HEIE J JK L LL ELEL EME LLLL ENE EOE PLP QLQL ELE LHLH LELE

'If ever I walk to church to wedA
As other maidens useB
And face the gathered eyes ' she saidA
'I'll go in satin shoes 'C
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She was as fair as early dayD
Shining on meads unmownE
And her sweet syllables seemed to playD
Like flute notes softly blownE
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The time arrived when it was meetF
That she should be a brideG
The satin shoes were on her feetF
Her father was at her sideG
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They stood within the dairy doorH
And gazed across the greenE
The church loomed on the distant moorI
But rain was thick betweenE
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'The grass path hardly can be steppedJ
The lane is like a pool '-
Her dream is shown to be ineptJ
Her wish they overruleK
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'To go forth shod in satin softL
A coach would be required '-
For thickest boots the shoes were doffedL
Those shoes her soul desiredL
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All day the bride as overborneE
Was seen to brood apartL
And that the shoes had not been wornE
Sat heavy on her heartL
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From her wrecked dream as months flew onE
Her thought seemed not to rangeM
'What ails the wife ' they said anonE
'That she should be so strange '-
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Ah what coach comes with furtive glideL
A coach of closed up kindL
It comes to fetch the last year's brideL
Who wanders in her mindL
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She strove with them and fearfully ranE
Stairward with one low screamN
'Nay coax her ' said the madhouse manE
'With some old household theme '-
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'If you will go dear you must fainE
Put on those shoes the pairO
For your marriage which the rainE
Forbade you then to wear '-
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She clapped her hands flushed joyous huesP
'O yes I'll up and rideL
If I am to wear my satin shoesP
And be a proper bride '-
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Out then her little foot held sheQ
As to depart with speedL
The madhouse man smiled pleasantlyQ
To see the wile succeedL
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She turned to him when all was doneE
And gave him her thin handL
Exclaiming like an enraptured oneE
'This time it will be grand '-
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She mounted with a face elateL
Shut was the carriage doorH
They drove her to the madhouse gateL
And she was seen no moreH
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Yet she was fair as early dayL
Shining on meads unmownE
And her sweet syllables seemed to playL
Like flute notes softly blownE

Thomas Hardy



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