The Chimney-sweeper (songs Of Experience ) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CADA EFEF

A little black thing among the snowA
Crying weep weep in notes of woeA
Where are thy father mother sayB
They are both gone up to the church to prayB
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Because I was happy upon the heathC
And smil'd among the winters snowA
They clothed me in the clothes of deathD
And taught me to sing the notes of woeA
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And because I am happy dance singE
They think they have done me no injuryF
And are gone to praise God his Priest KingE
Who made up a heaven of our miseryF

William Blake



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