The Son In Old Age Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKALMNJOJPQ RSTUVWX

Thy noble face Regina calls to mindA
My poor lost little one my latest bornB
He was a gift from God a sign of pardonC
That child vouchsafed me in my eightieth yearD
I to his little cradle went and wentE
And even while 'twas sleeping talked to itF
For when one's very old one is a childG
Then took it up and placed it on my kneesH
And with both hands stroked down its soft light hairI
Thou wert not born then and he would stammerJ
Those pretty little sounds that make one smileK
And though not twelve months old he had a mindA
He recognized me nay knew me right wellL
And in my face would laugh and that child laughM
Oh poor old man 'twas sunlight to my heartN
I meant him for a soldier ay a conquerorJ
And named him George One day oh bitter thoughtO
The child played in the fields When thou art motherJ
Ne'er let thy children out of sight to playP
The gypsies took him from me oh for whatQ
Perhaps to kill him at a witch's riteR
I weep now after twenty years I weepS
As if 'twere yesterday I loved him soT
I used to call him 'my own little king 'U
I was intoxicated with my joyV
When o'er my white beard ran his rosy handsW
Thrilling me all throughX

Victor Marie Hugo



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