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 houseA
Sweet Lettice from her lattice looking downB
Wondered what man he was so curiousC
His black hair dangled on his tattered gownB
Then lifts he up his face with glittering eyesD
'What will you buy sweetheart Here's honeycombE
And mottled pippins and sweet mulberry piesD
Comfits and peaches snowy cherry bloomF
To keep in water for to make night sweetG
All that you want sweetheart come taste and eat 'H
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Ev'n with his sugared words returned to herI
The clear remembrance of a gentle voiceJ
'And O my child should ever a flattererI
Tap with his wares and promise of all joysK
And vain sweet pleasures that on earth may beL
Seal up your ears sing some old happy songM
Confuse his magic who is all mockeryL
His sweets are death ' Yet still how she doth longM
But just to taste then shut the lattice tightN
And hide her eyes from the delicious sightN
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'What must I pay ' she whispered 'Pay ' says heL
'Pedlar I am who through this wood do roamE
One lock of hair is gold enough for meL
For apple peach comfit or honeycomb '-
But from her bough a drowsy squirrel criedO
'Trust him not Lettice trust oh trust him not '-
And many another woodland tongue besideO
Rose softly in the silence 'Trust him not '-
Then cried the Pedlar in a bitter voiceJ
'What in the thicket is this idle noise '-
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A late harsh blackbird smote him with her wingsP
As through the glade dark in the dim she flewQ
Yet still the Pedlar his old burden singsP
'What pretty sweetheart shall I show to youQ
Here's orange ribands here's a string of pearlsR
Here's silk of buttercup and pansy gloveS
A pin of tortoiseshell for windy curlsR
A box of silver scented sweet with cloveS
Come now ' he says with dim and lifted faceT
'I pass not often such a lonely place '-
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'Pluck not a hair ' a hidden rabbit criedO
'With but one hair he'll steal thy heart awayU
Then only sorrow shall thy lattice hideO
Go in all honest pedlars come by day '-
There was dead silence in the drowsy woodV
'Here's syrup for to lull sweet maids to sleepW
And bells for dreams and fairy wine and foodX
All day thy heart in happiness to keep'W
And now she takes the scissors on her thumbY
'O then no more unto my lattice come '-
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O sad the sound of weeping in the woodV
Now only night is where the Pedlar wasZ
And bleak as frost upon a too sweet budA2
His magic steals in darkness O alasB2
Why all the summer doth sweet Lettice pineC2
And ere the wheat is ripe why lies her goldD2
Hid 'neath fresh new pluckt sprigs of eglantineC2
Why all the morning hath the cuckoo tolledD2
Sad to and fro in green and secret waysE2
With lonely bells the burden of his daysE2
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And in the market place what man is thisF2
Who wears a loop of gold upon his breastG2
Stuck heartwise and whose glassy flatteriesF2
Take all the townsfolk ere they go to restG2
Who come to buy and gossip Doth his eyeH2
Remember a face lovely in a woodV
O people hasten hasten do not buyH2
His woful wares the bird of grief doth broodX
There where his heart should be and far awayU
Dew lies on grave flowers this selfsame dayU

Walter De La Mare



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