The Sailor's Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDECC FEF G DHDHII JKLKMM EDEDN

ONE morning raw it was and wetA
A foggy day in winter timeB
A Woman on the road I metA
Not old though something past her primeB
Majestic in her person tall and straightC
And like a Roman matron's was her mien and gaitC
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The ancient spirit is not deadD
Old times thought I are breathing thereE
Proud was I that my country bredD
Such strength a dignity so fairE
She begged an alms like one in poor estateC
I looked at her again nor did my pride abateC
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When from these lofty thoughts I wokeF
'What is it ' said I 'that you bearE
Beneath the covert of your CloakF
Protected from this cold damp air '-
She anwered soon as she the question heardG
'A simple burthen Sir a little Singing bird '-
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And thus continuing she saidD
'I had a Son who many a dayH
Sailed on the seas but he is deadD
In Denmark he was cast awayH
And I have travelled weary miles to seeI
If aught which he had owned might still remain for meI
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The bird and cage they both were hisJ
'Twas my Son's bird and neat and trimK
He kept it many voyagesL
The singing bird had gone with himK
When last he sailed he left the bird behindM
From bodings as might be that hung upon his mindM
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He to a fellow lodger's careE
Had left it to be watched and fedD
And pipe its song in safety thereE
I found it when my Son was deadD
And now God help me for my little witN
I bear it with me Sir he took so much delight in it '-

William Wordsworth



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