The Thorn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCDCEFGGFHH HIJIKLMMLNN OPQPRSTT UU HVJVSHUUH S UVWVJSXXSUU HJYJKXZZXS VA2B2A2C2XD2D2XS VHIHH D2D2 X E2XF2X CG2G2CU X IHX HCD2D2CH2I2 X CJ2K2J2L2MCCMM2M2 X XHHHN2HO2O2HP2Q2 X BEHEXHR2R2HS2S2 T2U2EU2HV2W2W2V2YY VX2Y2X2Z2W2NUW2XX HU2ZU2A3VB3B3VXX HNXNXHHHHLL XX HHC3C3H X TNX XXTTXUU X W2D3XE2H XX HH X XH| A | |
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| I | - |
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| 'There is a Thorn it looks so old | B |
| In truth you'd find it hard to say | C |
| How it could ever have been young | D |
| It looks so old and grey | C |
| Not higher than a two years' child | E |
| It stands erect this aged Thorn | F |
| No leaves it has no prickly points | G |
| It is a mass of knotted joints | G |
| A wretched thing forlorn | F |
| It stands erect and like a stone | H |
| With lichens is it overgrown | H |
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| 'Like rock or stone it is o'ergrown | H |
| With lichens to the very top | I |
| And hung with heavy tufts of moss | J |
| A melancholy crop | I |
| Up from the earth these mosses creep | K |
| And this poor Thorn they clasp it round | L |
| So close you'd say that they are bent | M |
| With plain and manifest intent | M |
| To drag it to the ground | L |
| And all have joined in one endeavour | N |
| To bury this poor Thorn for ever | N |
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| 'High on a mountain's highest ridge | O |
| Where oft the stormy winter gale | P |
| Cuts like a scythe while through the clouds | Q |
| It sweeps from vale to vale | P |
| Not five yards from the mountain path | R |
| This Thorn you on your left espy | S |
| And to the left three yards beyond | T |
| You see a little muddy pond | T |
| Of water never dry | - |
| Though but of compass small and bare | U |
| To thirsty suns and parching air | U |
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| 'And close beside this aged Thorn | H |
| There is a fresh and lovely sight | V |
| A beauteous heap a hill of moss | J |
| Just half a foot in height | V |
| All lovely colours there you see | S |
| All colours that were ever seen | H |
| And mossy network too is there | U |
| As if by hand of lady fair | U |
| The work had woven been | H |
| And cups the darlings of the eye | - |
| So deep is their vermilion dye | - |
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| V | S |
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| 'Ah me what lovely tints are there | U |
| Of olive green and scarlet bright | V |
| In spikes in branches and in stars | W |
| Green red and pearly white | V |
| This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss | J |
| Which close beside the Thorn you see | S |
| So fresh in all its beauteous dyes | X |
| Is like an infant's grave in size | X |
| As like as like can be | S |
| But never never any where | U |
| An infant's grave was half so fair | U |
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| 'Now would you see this aged Thorn | H |
| This pond and beauteous hill of moss | J |
| You must take care and choose your time | Y |
| The mountain when to cross | J |
| For oft there sits between the heap | K |
| So like an infant's grave in size | X |
| And that same pond of which I spoke | Z |
| A Woman in a scarlet cloak | Z |
| And to herself she cries | X |
| 'Oh misery oh misery | S |
| Oh woe is me oh misery ' | - |
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| 'At all times of the day and night | V |
| This wretched Woman thither goes | A2 |
| And she is known to every star | B2 |
| And every wind that blows | A2 |
| And there beside the Thorn she sits | C2 |
| When the blue daylight's in the skies | X |
| And when the whirlwind's on the hill | D2 |
| Or frosty air is keen and still | D2 |
| And to herself she cries | X |
| 'Oh misery oh misery | S |
| Oh woe is me oh misery '' | - |
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| 'Now wherefore thus by day and night | V |
| In rain in tempest and in snow | H |
| Thus to the dreary mountain top | I |
| Does this poor Woman go | H |
| And why sits she beside the Thorn | H |
| When the blue daylight's in the sky | - |
| Or when the whirlwind's on the hill | D2 |
| Or frosty air is keen and still | D2 |
| And wherefore does she cry | - |
| O wherefore wherefore tell me why | - |
| Does she repeat that doleful cry ' | - |
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| 'I cannot tell I wish I could | E2 |
| For the true reason no one knows | X |
| But would you gladly view the spot | F2 |
| The spot to which she goes | X |
| The hillock like an infant's grave | - |
| The pond and Thorn so old and grey | C |
| Pass by her door 'tis seldom shut | G2 |
| And if you see her in her hut | G2 |
| Then to the spot away | C |
| I never heard of such as dare | U |
| Approach the spot when she is there ' | - |
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| 'But wherefore to the mountain top | I |
| Can this unhappy Woman go | H |
| Whatever star is in the skies | X |
| Whatever wind may blow ' | - |
| 'Full twenty years are past and gone | H |
| Since she her name is Martha Ray | C |
| Gave with a maiden's true good will | D2 |
| Her company to Stephen Hill | D2 |
| And she was blithe and gay | C |
| While friends and kindred all approved | H2 |
| Of him whom tenderly she loved | I2 |
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| XI | X |
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| 'And they had fixed the wedding day | C |
| The morning that must wed them both | J2 |
| But Stephen to another Maid | K2 |
| Had sworn another oath | J2 |
| And with this other Maid to church | L2 |
| Unthinking Stephen went | M |
| Poor Martha on that woeful day | C |
| A pang of pitiless dismay | C |
| Into her soul was sent | M |
| A fire was kindled in her breast | M2 |
| Which might not burn itself to rest | M2 |
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| XII | X |
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| 'They say full six months after this | X |
| While yet the summer leaves were green | H |
| She to the mountain top would go | H |
| And there was often seen | H |
| What could she seek or wish to hide | N2 |
| Her state to any eye was plain | H |
| She was with child and she was mad | O2 |
| Yet often was she sober sad | O2 |
| From her exceeding pain | H |
| O guilty Father would that death | P2 |
| Had saved him from that breach of faith | Q2 |
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| XIII | X |
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| Sad case for such a brain to hold | B |
| Communion with a stirring child | E |
| Sad case as you may think for one | H |
| Who had a brain so wild | E |
| Last Christmas eve we talked of this | X |
| And grey haired Wilfred of the glen | H |
| Held that the unborn infant wrought | R2 |
| About its mother's heart and brought | R2 |
| Her senses back again | H |
| And when at last her time drew near | S2 |
| Her looks were calm her senses clear | S2 |
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| 'More know I not I wish I did | T2 |
| And it should all be told to you | U2 |
| For what became of this poor child | E |
| No mortal ever knew | U2 |
| Nay if a child to her was born | H |
| No earthly tongue could ever tell | V2 |
| And if 'twas born alive or dead | W2 |
| Far less could this with proof be said | W2 |
| But some remember well | V2 |
| That Martha Ray about this time | Y |
| Would up the mountain often climb | Y |
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| 'And all that winter when at night | V |
| The wind blew from the mountain peak | X2 |
| 'Twas worth your while though in the dark | Y2 |
| The churchyard path to seek | X2 |
| For many a time and oft were heard | Z2 |
| Cries coming from the mountain head | W2 |
| Some plainly living voices were | N |
| And others I've heard many swear | U |
| Were voices of the dead | W2 |
| I cannot think whate'er they say | X |
| They had to do with Martha Ray | X |
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| 'But that she goes to this old Thorn | H |
| The Thorn which I described to you | U2 |
| And there sits in a scarlet cloak | Z |
| I will be sworn is true | U2 |
| For one day with my telescope | A3 |
| To view the ocean wide and bright | V |
| When to this country first I came | B3 |
| Ere I had heard of Martha's name | B3 |
| I climbed the mountain's height | V |
| A storm came on and I could see | X |
| No object higher than my knee | X |
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| ''Twas mist and rain and storm and rain | H |
| No screen no fence could I discover | N |
| And then the wind in sooth it was | X |
| A wind full ten times over | N |
| I looked around I thought I saw | X |
| A jutting crag and off I ran | H |
| Head foremost through the driving rain | H |
| The shelter of the crag to gain | H |
| And as I am a man | H |
| Instead of jutting crag I found | L |
| A Woman seated on the ground | L |
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| 'I did not speak I saw her face | X |
| Her face it was enough for me | X |
| I turned about and heard her cry | - |
| 'Oh misery oh misery ' | - |
| And there she sits until the moon | H |
| Through half the clear blue sky will go | H |
| And when the little breezes make | C3 |
| The waters of the pond to shake | C3 |
| As all the country know | H |
| She shudders and you hear her cry | - |
| 'Oh misery oh misery '' | - |
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| XIX | X |
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| 'But what's the Thorn and what the pond | T |
| And what the hill of moss to her | N |
| And what the creeping breeze that comes | X |
| The little pond to stir ' | - |
| 'I cannot tell but some will say | X |
| She hanged her baby on the tree | X |
| Some say she drowned it in the pond | T |
| Which is a little step beyond | T |
| But all and each agree | X |
| The little Babe was buried there | U |
| Beneath that hill of moss so fair | U |
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| 'I've heard the moss is spotted red | W2 |
| With drops of that poor infant's blood | D3 |
| But kill a new born infant thus | X |
| I do not think she could | E2 |
| Some say if to the pond you go | H |
| And fix on it a steady view | - |
| The shadow of a babe you trace | X |
| A baby and a baby's face | X |
| And that it looks at you | - |
| Whene'er you look on it 'tis plain | H |
| The baby looks at you again | H |
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| XXI | X |
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| 'And some had sworn an oath that she | X |
| Should be to public justice broug | H |
William Wordsworth
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