The Homicide

Read 'The Homicide' by 'Robert William Service' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

The Homicide by Robert William Service

 They say she speeded wanton wild
 When she was warm with wine;
And so she killed a little child,
 (Could have been yours or mine).
The Judge's verdict was not mild,
 And heavy was the fine.

And yet I see her driving still,
 But maybe with more care . . .
Oh I should hate a child to kill
 With vine leaves in my hair;
I think that I should grieve until
 Life was too bleak to bear.

I think that I would see each day
 That child in beauty grow.
How she would haunt me in her play.
 And I would watch her go
To School a-dancing on her way,
 With gladness all aglow!

And then one day I might believe,
 With angel eyes ashine,
She'd say to me: 'Please do not grieve,
 Maybe the fault was mine.
Take heart,--to Heaven's comfort cleave,
 For am I not divine!'

I think I know how I would feel
 If I a child should slay;
The rest of living I would kneel
 And for God's pity pray . . .
Madam, I saw you at the wheel
 Of your new car today.

Form: Ballad

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