The Scissors-grinder Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHGIJKJ BLMLNOPOQRSRTGUGVWXW YZA2Z B2JC2J| What the Tramp Said | A |
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| The old man had his box and wheel | B |
| For grinding knives and shears | C |
| No doubt his bell in village streets | D |
| Was joy to children's ears | E |
| And I bethought me of my youth | F |
| When such men came around | G |
| And times I asked them in quite sure | H |
| The scissors should be ground | G |
| The old man turned and spoke to me | I |
| His face at last in view | J |
| And then I thought those curious eyes | K |
| Were eyes that once I knew | J |
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| The moon is but an emery wheel | B |
| To whet the sword of God | L |
| He said And here beside my fire | M |
| I stretch upon the sod | L |
| Each night and dream and watch the stars | N |
| And watch the ghost clouds go | O |
| And see that sword of God in Heaven | P |
| A waving to and fro | O |
| I see that sword each century friend | Q |
| It means the world war comes | R |
| With all its bloody wicked chiefs | S |
| And hate inflaming drums | R |
| Men talk of peace but I have seen | T |
| That emery wheel turn round | G |
| The voice of Abel cries again | U |
| To God from out the ground | G |
| The ditches must flow red the plague | V |
| Go stark and screaming by | W |
| Each time that sword of God takes edge | X |
| Within the midnight sky | W |
| And those that scorned their brothers here | Y |
| And sowed a wind of shame | Z |
| Will reap the whirlwind as of old | A2 |
| And face relentless flame | Z |
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| And thus the scissors grinder spoke | B2 |
| His face at last in view | J |
| And there beside the railroad bridge | C2 |
| I saw the wandering Jew | J |
Vachel Lindsay
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