Sam's Three Wishes; Or Life's Little Whirligig Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BBBCCDDEEFFFGGDD HH IIDDJK LLMMNN OOAADDPPQR OOOOOOPPPPRR SSSSPPOOPPTTOOOOUUVV DDPPOOWWOOSSOO XXWWDDYZLL YZPPOOA2A2PPOOB2B2C2 D2E2E2 NNOOF2F2 G2G2PP H2H2OOI2I2OODDB2B2PP LLLWWZQJ2J2K2K2QQDDD DL2M2 N2N2K2K2OOYZ OOGGPPPP OOAADDLLNN O2O2OOI2I2P2P2DDOOF2 E2DDNND2D2 DDQ2Q2D2D2 OODDR2R2L2M2DDOOA OOS2S2UU| I'm thinking and thinking said old Sam Shore | A |
| 'Twere somebody knocking I heard at the door | A |
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| From the clock popped the cuckoo and cuckooed out eight | B |
| As there in his chair he wondering sate | B |
| There's no one I knows on would come so late | B |
| A clicking the latch of an empty house | C |
| With nobbut inside 'un but me and a mouse | C |
| Maybe a waking in sleep I be | D |
| And 'twere out of a dream came that tapping to me | D |
| At length he cautiously rose and went | E |
| And with thumb upon latch awhile listening bent | E |
| Then slowly drew open the door And behold | F |
| There stood a Fairy all green and gold | F |
| Mantled up warm against dark and cold | F |
| And smiling up into his candle shine | G |
| Lips like wax and cheeks like wine | G |
| As saucy and winsome a thing to see | D |
| As are linden buds on a linden tree | D |
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| Stock still in the doorway stood simple Sam | H |
| A ducking his head with Good e'en to 'ee Ma'am | H |
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| Dame Fairy she nods and cries clear and sweet | I |
| 'Tis a very good e'en sir when such folks meet | I |
| I know thee Sam thou though wist not of me | D |
| And I'm come in late gloaming to speak with thee | D |
| Though my eyes do dazzle at glint of your rush | J |
| All under this pretty green fuchsia bush | K |
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| Sam ducked once more smiling simple and slow | L |
| Like the warbling of birds her words did flow | L |
| And she laughed very merry to see how true | M |
| Shone the old man's kindness his courtesy through | M |
| And she nodded her head and the stars on high | N |
| Sparkled down on her smallness from out of the sky | N |
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| A friend is a friend Sam and wonderful pleasant | O |
| And I'm come for old sake's sake to bring thee a present | O |
| Three wishes three wishes are thine Sam Shore | A |
| Just three wishes and wish no more | A |
| All for because ruby ripe to see | D |
| The pixy pears burn in yon hawthorn tree | D |
| And your old milch cow wheresoever she goes | P |
| Never crops over the fairy knowes | P |
| Ay Sam thou art old and thy house is lone | Q |
| But there's Potencies round thee and here is one | R |
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| Poor Sam he stared and the star o'erhead | O |
| A shimmering light on the elm tops shed | O |
| Like rilling of water her voice rang sweet | O |
| And the night wind sighed at the sound of it | O |
| He frowned glanced back at the empty grate | O |
| And shook very slowly his grey old pate | O |
| Three wishes my dear Why I scarcely knows | P |
| Which be my crany and which my toes | P |
| But I thank 'ee Ma'am kindly and this I'd say | P |
| That the night of your passing is Michaelmas Day | P |
| And if it were company come on a sudden | R |
| Why I'd ax for a fat goose to fry in the oven | R |
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| And lo and forsooth as the words he was uttering | S |
| A rich puff of air set his candle a guttering | S |
| And there rose in the kitchen a sizzling and sputtering | S |
| With a crackling of sparks and of flames a great fluttering | S |
| And of which here could not be two opinions | P |
| A smoking hot savour of sage and onions | P |
| Beam wall and flagstones the kitchen was lit | O |
| Every dark corner and cranny of it | O |
| With the blaze from the hearthstone Copper and brass | P |
| Winked back the winking of platter and glass | P |
| And a wonderful squeaking of mice went up | T |
| At the smell of a Michaelmas supper to sup | T |
| Unctuous odours that wreathed and swirled | O |
| Where'er frisked a whisker or mouse tail twirled | O |
| While out of the chimney up into the night | O |
| That ne'er to be snuffed too much smoke took flight | O |
| That's one says the Fairy finger on thumb | U |
| So now Mister Sam there's but two to come | U |
| She leaned her head sidelong she lifted her chin | V |
| With a twinkling of eye from the radiance within | V |
| Poor Sam stood astounded he says says he | D |
| I wish my old Mother was back with me | D |
| For if there was one thing she couldn't refuse | P |
| 'Twas a sweet thick slice from the breast of a goose | P |
| But his cheek grew stiff and his eyes stared bright | O |
| For there on her stick pushing out of the night | O |
| Tap tapping along herself and no other | W |
| Came who but the shape of his dear old Mother | W |
| Straight into the kitchen she hastened and went | O |
| Her breath coming quick as if all but spent | O |
| Why Sam says she the bird be turning | S |
| For my nose tells I that the skin's a burning | S |
| And down at the oven the ghost of her sat | O |
| And basted the goose with the boiling fat | O |
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| Oho cries the Fairy sweet and small | X |
| Another wish gone will leave nothing at all | X |
| And Sam sighs Bless 'ee Ma'am keep the other | W |
| There's nowt that I want now I have my Mother | W |
| But the Fairy laughs softly and says says she | D |
| There's one wish left Sam I promised 'ee three | D |
| Hasten your wits the hour creeps on | Y |
| There's calling afield and I'm soon to be gone | Z |
| Soon as haps midnight the cocks will crow | L |
| And me to the gathering and feasting must go | L |
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| Sam gazed at his Mother withered and wan | Y |
| The rose in her cheek her bright hair gone | Z |
| And her poor old back bent double with years | P |
| And he scarce could speak for the salt salt tears | P |
| Well well he says I'm unspeakable glad | O |
| But it bain't quite the same as when I was a lad | O |
| There's joy and there's joy Ma'am but to tell 'ee the truth | A2 |
| There's none can compare with the joy of one's youth | A2 |
| And if it was possible how could I choose | P |
| But be back in boy's breeches to eat the goose | P |
| And all the old things and my Mother the most | O |
| To shine again real as my own gatepost | O |
| What wouldn't I give too to see again wag | B2 |
| The dumpity tail of my old dog Shag | B2 |
| Your kindness Ma'am but all wishing was vain | C2 |
| Unless us can both be young again | D2 |
| A shrill faint laughter from nowhere came | E2 |
| Empty the dark in the candle flame | E2 |
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| And there stood our Sam about four foot high | N |
| Snub nose shock hair and round blue eye | N |
| Breeches and braces and coat of him too | O |
| Shirt on his back and each clodhopping shoe | O |
| Had shrunk to a nicety button and hem | F2 |
| To fit the small Sammie tucked up into them | F2 |
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| There was his Mother too smooth dear cheek | G2 |
| Lips as smooth as a blackbird's beak | G2 |
| Pretty arched eyebrows the daintiest nose | P |
| While the smoke of the baking deliciously rose | P |
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| Come Sammie she cries your old Mammikin's joy | H2 |
| Climb up on your stool supper's ready my boy | H2 |
| Bring in the candle and shut out the night | O |
| There's goose baked taties and cabbage to bite | O |
| Why bless the wee lamb he's all shiver and shake | I2 |
| And you'd think from the look of him scarcely awake | I2 |
| If 'ee glour wi' those eyes Sam so dark and round | O |
| The elves will away with 'ee I'll be bound | O |
| So Sam and his Mother by wishes three | D |
| Were made just as happy as happy can be | D |
| And there with a bumpity tail to wag | B2 |
| Sat laughing with tongue out their old dog Shag | B2 |
| To clatter of patter bones giblets and juice | P |
| Between them they ate up the whole of the goose | P |
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| But time is a river for ever in flow | L |
| The weeks went by as the weeks must go | L |
| Soon fifty two to a year did grow | L |
| The long years passed one after another | W |
| Making older and older our Sam and his Mother | W |
| And alas and alack with nine of them gone | Z |
| Poor Shag lay asleep again under a stone | Q |
| And a sorrowful dread would sometimes creep | J2 |
| Into Sam's dreams as he lay asleep | J2 |
| That his Mother was lost and away he'd fare | K2 |
| Calling her calling her everywhere | K2 |
| In dark in rain by roads unknown | Q |
| Under echoing hills and alone alone | Q |
| What bliss in the morning to wake and see | D |
| The sun shining green in the linden tree | D |
| And out of that dream's dark shadowiness | D |
| To slip in on his Mother and give her a kiss | D |
| And go whistling off in the dew to hear | L2 |
| The thrushes all mocking him sweet and clear | M2 |
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| Still moon after moon from heaven above | N2 |
| Shone on Mother and son and made light of love | N2 |
| Her roses faded her pretty brown hair | K2 |
| Had sorrowful grey in it everywhere | K2 |
| And at last she died and was laid to rest | O |
| Her tired hands crossed on her shrunken breast | O |
| And Sam now lonely lived on and on | Y |
| Till most of his workaday life seemed gone | Z |
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| Yet spring came again with its green and blue | O |
| And presently summer's wild roses too | O |
| Pinks Sweet William and sops in wine | G |
| Blackberry lavender eglantine | G |
| And when these had blossomed and gone their way | P |
| 'Twas apples and daisies and Michaelmas Day | P |
| Yes spider webs dew and haws in the may | P |
| And seraphs singing in Michaelmas Day | P |
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| Sam worked all morning and couldn't get rest | O |
| For a kind of a feeling of grief in his breast | O |
| And yet not grief but something more | A |
| Like the thought that what happens has happened before | A |
| He fed the chickens he fed the sow | D |
| On a three legged stool sate down to the cow | D |
| With a pail 'twixt his legs in the green in the meadow | L |
| Under the elm trees' lengthening shadow | L |
| And woke at last with a smile and a sigh | N |
| To find he had milked his poor Jingo dry | N |
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| As dusk set in even the birds did seem | O2 |
| To be calling and calling from out of a dream | O2 |
| He chopped up kindling shut up his shed | O |
| In a bucket of well water soused his head | O |
| To freshen his eyes up a little and make | I2 |
| The drowsy old wits of him wider awake | I2 |
| As neat as a womanless creature is able | P2 |
| He swept up his hearthstone and laid the table | P2 |
| And then o'er his platter and mug if you please | D |
| Sate gloomily gooming at loaf and cheese | D |
| Gooming and gooming as if the mere sight | O |
| Of his victuals could satisfy appetite | O |
| And the longer and longer he looked at them | F2 |
| The slimmer slimmed upward his candle flame | E2 |
| Blue in the air And when squeaked a mouse | D |
| 'Twas loud as a trump in the hush of the house | D |
| Then sudden a soft little wind puffed by | N |
| 'Twixt the thick thatched roof and the star sown sky | N |
| And died And then | D2 |
| That deep dead wonderful silence again | D2 |
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| Then soft as a rattle a counting her seeds | D |
| In the midst of a tangle of withered up weeds | D |
| Came a faint faint knocking a rustle like silk | Q2 |
| And a breath at the keyhole as soft as milk | Q2 |
| Still as the flit of a moth And then | D2 |
| That infinitesimal knocking again | D2 |
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| Sam lifted his chin from his fists He listened | O |
| His wandering eyes in the candle glistened | O |
| Then slowly slowly rolled round by degrees | D |
| And there sat a mouse on the top of his cheese | D |
| He stared at this Midget and it at him | R2 |
| Over the edge of his mug's round rim | R2 |
| And as if it were Christian he says Did 'ee hear | L2 |
| A faint little tap tap tap tapping my dear | M2 |
| You was at supper and me in a maze | D |
| 'Tis dark for a caller in these lone days | D |
| There's nowt in the larder We're both of us old | O |
| And all of my loved ones sleep under the mould | O |
| And yet and yet as I've told 'ee before | A |
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| But if Sam's story you'd read to the end | O |
| Turn back to page and press onward dear friend | O |
| Yes if you would stave the last note of this song | S2 |
| Turn back to page primus and warble along | S2 |
| For all sober records of life come to write 'em | U |
| Are bound to continue well ad infinitum | U |
Walter De La Mare
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