Poet Thomas Hardy

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The Workbox Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DED FGFH IJIJ KLKL DMD NON PQP RSR TUTU

See here's the workbox little wifeA
That I made of polished oak 'B
He was a joiner of village lifeA
She came of borough folkC
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He holds the present up to herD
As with a smile she nearsE
And answers to the proffererD
''Twill last all my sewing years '-
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'I warrant it will And longer tooF
'Tis a scantling that I gotG
Off poor John Wayward's coffin whoF
Died of they knew not whatH
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'The shingled pattern that seems to ceaseI
Against your box's rimJ
Continues right on in the pieceI
That's underground with himJ
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'And while I worked it made me thinkK
Of timber's varied doomL
One inch where people eat and drinkK
The next inch in a tombL
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'But why do you look so white my dearD
And turn aside your faceM
You knew not that good lad I fearD
Though he came from your native place '-
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'How could I know that good young manN
Though he came from my native townO
When he must have left there earlier thanN
I was a woman grown '-
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'Ah no I should have understoodP
It shocked you that I gaveQ
To you one end of a piece of woodP
Whose other is in a grave '-
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'Don't dear despise my intellectR
Mere accidental thingsS
Of that sort never have effectR
On my imaginings '-
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Yet still her lips were limp and wanT
Her face still held asideU
As if she had known not only JohnT
But known of what he diedU

Thomas Hardy



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