The Pedlar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDFGH IJIKLMLMNN LEL O O J PQPQRSRST OUO VWXWY VZA2B2C2D2C2D2E2E2 F2G2F2G2H2VH2XUU| There came a Pedlar to an evening house | A |
| Sweet Lettice from her lattice looking down | B |
| Wondered what man he was so curious | C |
| His black hair dangled on his tattered gown | B |
| Then lifts he up his face with glittering eyes | D |
| 'What will you buy sweetheart Here's honeycomb | E |
| And mottled pippins and sweet mulberry pies | D |
| Comfits and peaches snowy cherry bloom | F |
| To keep in water for to make night sweet | G |
| All that you want sweetheart come taste and eat ' | H |
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| Ev'n with his sugared words returned to her | I |
| The clear remembrance of a gentle voice | J |
| 'And O my child should ever a flatterer | I |
| Tap with his wares and promise of all joys | K |
| And vain sweet pleasures that on earth may be | L |
| Seal up your ears sing some old happy song | M |
| Confuse his magic who is all mockery | L |
| His sweets are death ' Yet still how she doth long | M |
| But just to taste then shut the lattice tight | N |
| And hide her eyes from the delicious sight | N |
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| 'What must I pay ' she whispered 'Pay ' says he | L |
| 'Pedlar I am who through this wood do roam | E |
| One lock of hair is gold enough for me | L |
| For apple peach comfit or honeycomb ' | - |
| But from her bough a drowsy squirrel cried | O |
| 'Trust him not Lettice trust oh trust him not ' | - |
| And many another woodland tongue beside | O |
| Rose softly in the silence 'Trust him not ' | - |
| Then cried the Pedlar in a bitter voice | J |
| 'What in the thicket is this idle noise ' | - |
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| A late harsh blackbird smote him with her wings | P |
| As through the glade dark in the dim she flew | Q |
| Yet still the Pedlar his old burden sings | P |
| 'What pretty sweetheart shall I show to you | Q |
| Here's orange ribands here's a string of pearls | R |
| Here's silk of buttercup and pansy glove | S |
| A pin of tortoiseshell for windy curls | R |
| A box of silver scented sweet with clove | S |
| Come now ' he says with dim and lifted face | T |
| 'I pass not often such a lonely place ' | - |
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| 'Pluck not a hair ' a hidden rabbit cried | O |
| 'With but one hair he'll steal thy heart away | U |
| Then only sorrow shall thy lattice hide | O |
| Go in all honest pedlars come by day ' | - |
| There was dead silence in the drowsy wood | V |
| 'Here's syrup for to lull sweet maids to sleep | W |
| And bells for dreams and fairy wine and food | X |
| All day thy heart in happiness to keep' | W |
| And now she takes the scissors on her thumb | Y |
| 'O then no more unto my lattice come ' | - |
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| O sad the sound of weeping in the wood | V |
| Now only night is where the Pedlar was | Z |
| And bleak as frost upon a too sweet bud | A2 |
| His magic steals in darkness O alas | B2 |
| Why all the summer doth sweet Lettice pine | C2 |
| And ere the wheat is ripe why lies her gold | D2 |
| Hid 'neath fresh new pluckt sprigs of eglantine | C2 |
| Why all the morning hath the cuckoo tolled | D2 |
| Sad to and fro in green and secret ways | E2 |
| With lonely bells the burden of his days | E2 |
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| And in the market place what man is this | F2 |
| Who wears a loop of gold upon his breast | G2 |
| Stuck heartwise and whose glassy flatteries | F2 |
| Take all the townsfolk ere they go to rest | G2 |
| Who come to buy and gossip Doth his eye | H2 |
| Remember a face lovely in a wood | V |
| O people hasten hasten do not buy | H2 |
| His woful wares the bird of grief doth brood | X |
| There where his heart should be and far away | U |
| Dew lies on grave flowers this selfsame day | U |
Walter De La Mare
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