'the Old Leaven' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDEDEFGFGHIHJIKL K MNONO APQPQ MRSRSTUTU AVWVW MAXAY AZA2ZA2 MGB2GB2C2BD2B AE2F2E2F2 MG2H2A2H2I2J2I2J2J2K 2J2K2J2L2J2L2M2N2M2N 2J2O2J2O2P2J2P2J2J2K 2J2K2J2 OOOO MQ2OQ2O AR2S2R2T2 MBJ2BJ2 AU2V2 MU2V2 AJ2YJ2XJ2J2J2J2J2K2J 2K2J2E2J2E2J2J2J2J2W 2X2W2X2 MJ2Y2J2Y2J2WJ2WZ2YZ2 XA3J2A3J2B3N2B3N2 AC3UC3UD3J2D3J2J2E3J 2E3 UF3A2F3A2| Mark | A |
| So Maurice you sail to morrow you say | B |
| And you may or may not return | C |
| Be sociable man for once in a way | B |
| Unless you're too old to learn | C |
| The shadows are cool by the water side | D |
| Where the willows grow by the pond | E |
| And the yellow laburnum's drooping pride | D |
| Sheds a golden gleam beyond | E |
| For the blended tints of the summer flowers | F |
| For the scents of the summer air | G |
| For all nature's charms in this world of ours | F |
| 'Tis little or naught you care | G |
| Yet I know for certain you haven't stirred | H |
| Since noon from your chosen spot | I |
| And you've hardly spoken a single word | H |
| Are you tired or cross or what | J |
| You're fretting about those shares you bought | I |
| They were to have gone up fast | K |
| But I heard how they fell to nothing in short | L |
| They were given away at last | K |
| - | |
| Maurice | M |
| No Mark I'm not so easily cross'd | N |
| 'Tis true that I've had a run | O |
| Of bad luck lately indeed I've lost | N |
| Well somebody else has won | O |
| - | |
| Mark | A |
| The glass has fallen perhaps you fear | P |
| A return of your ancient stitch | Q |
| That souvenir of the Lady's Mere | P |
| Park palings and double ditch | Q |
| - | |
| Maurice | M |
| You're wrong I'm not in the least afraid | R |
| Of that If the truth be told | S |
| When the stiffness visits my shoulder blade | R |
| I think on the days of old | S |
| It recalls the rush of the freshening wind | T |
| The strain of the chestnut springing | U |
| And the rolling thunder of hoofs behind | T |
| Like the Rataplan chorus ringing | U |
| - | |
| Mark | A |
| Are you bound to borrow or loth to lend | V |
| Have you purchased another screw | W |
| Or backed a bill for another friend | V |
| Or had a bad night at loo | W |
| - | |
| Maurice | M |
| Not one of those you're all in the dark | A |
| If you choose you can guess again | X |
| But you'd better give over guessing Mark | A |
| It's only labour in vain | Y |
| - | |
| Mark | A |
| I'll try once more does it plague you still | Z |
| That trifle of lead you carry | A2 |
| A guest that lingers against your will | Z |
| Unwelcome yet bound to tarry | A2 |
| - | |
| Maurice | M |
| Not so That burden I'm used to bear | G |
| 'Tis seldom it gives me trouble | B2 |
| And to earn it as I did then and there | G |
| I'd carry a dead weight double | B2 |
| A shock like that for a splintered rib | C2 |
| Can a thousand fold repay | B |
| As the swallow skims through the spider's web | D2 |
| We rode through their ranks that day | B |
| - | |
| Mark | A |
| Come Maurice you sha'n't escape me so | E2 |
| I'll hazard another guess | F2 |
| That girl that jilted you long ago | E2 |
| You're thinking of her confess | F2 |
| - | |
| Maurice | M |
| Tho' the blue lake flush'd with a rosy light | G2 |
| Reflected from yonder sky | H2 |
| Might conjure a vision of Aphrodite | A2 |
| To a poet's or painter's eye | H2 |
| Tho' the golden drop with its drooping curl | I2 |
| Between the water and wood | J2 |
| Hangs down like the tress of a wayward girl | I2 |
| In her dreamy maidenhood | J2 |
| Such boyish fancies seem out of date | J2 |
| To one half inclined to censure | K2 |
| Their folly and yet your shaft flew straight | J2 |
| Though you drew your bow at a venture | K2 |
| I saw my lady the other night | J2 |
| In the crowded opera hall | L2 |
| When the boxes sparkled with faces bright | J2 |
| I knew her amongst them all | L2 |
| Tho' little for these things now I reck | M2 |
| I singled her from the throng | N2 |
| By the queenly curves of her head and neck | M2 |
| By the droop of her eyelash long | N2 |
| Oh passionless placid and calm and cold | J2 |
| Does the fire still lurk within | O2 |
| That lit her magnificent eyes of old | J2 |
| And coloured her marble skin | O2 |
| For a weary look on the proud face hung | P2 |
| While the music clash'd and swell'd | J2 |
| And the restless child to the silk skirt clung | P2 |
| Unnoticed tho' unrepelled | J2 |
| They've paled those rosebud lips that I kist | J2 |
| That slim waist has thickened rather | K2 |
| And the cub has the sprawling mutton fist | J2 |
| And the great splay foot of the father | K2 |
| May the blight | J2 |
| - | |
| Mark Hold hard there Maurice my son | O |
| Let her rest since her spell is broken | O |
| We can neither recall deeds rashly done | O |
| Nor retract words hastily spoken | O |
| - | |
| Maurice | M |
| Time was when to pleasure her girlish whim | Q2 |
| In my blind infatuation | O |
| I've freely endangered life and limb | Q2 |
| Aye perilled my soul's salvation | O |
| - | |
| Mark | A |
| With the best intentions we all must work | R2 |
| But little good and much harm | S2 |
| Be a Christian for once not a Pagan Turk | R2 |
| Nursing wrath and keeping it warm | T2 |
| - | |
| Maurice | M |
| If our best intentions pave the way | B |
| To a place that is somewhat hot | J2 |
| Can our worst intentions lead us say | B |
| To a still more sultry spot | J2 |
| - | |
| Mark | A |
| 'Tis said that charity makes amends | U2 |
| For a multitude of transgressions | V2 |
| - | |
| Maurice | M |
| But our perjured loves and our faithless friends | U2 |
| Are entitled to no concessions | V2 |
| - | |
| Mark | A |
| Old man these many years side by side | J2 |
| Our parallel paths have lain | Y |
| Now in life's long journey diverging wide | J2 |
| They can scarcely unite again | X |
| And tho' from all that I've seen and heard | J2 |
| You're prone to chafe and to fret | J2 |
| At the least restraint not one angry word | J2 |
| Have we two exchanged as yet | J2 |
| We've shared our peril we've shared our sport | J2 |
| Our sunshine and gloomy weather | K2 |
| Feasted and flirted and fenced and fought | J2 |
| Struggled and toiled together | K2 |
| In happier moments lighter of heart | J2 |
| Stouter of heart in sorrow | E2 |
| We've met and we've parted and now we part | J2 |
| For ever perchance to morrow | E2 |
| She's a matron now when you knew her first | J2 |
| She was but a child and your hate | J2 |
| Fostered and cherished nourished and nursed | J2 |
| Will it never evaporate | J2 |
| Your grievance is known to yourself alone | W2 |
| But Maurice I say for shame | X2 |
| If in ten long years you haven't outgrown | W2 |
| Ill will to an ancient flame | X2 |
| - | |
| Maurice | M |
| Well Mark you're right if I spoke in spite | J2 |
| Let the shame and the blame be mine | Y2 |
| At the risk of a headache we'll drain this night | J2 |
| Her health in a flask of wine | Y2 |
| For a castle in Spain tho' it never was built | J2 |
| For a dream tho' it never came true | W |
| For a cup just tasted tho' rudely spilt | J2 |
| At least she can hold me due | W |
| Those hours of pleasure she dealt of yore | Z2 |
| As well as those hours of pain | Y |
| I ween they would flit as they flitted before | Z2 |
| If I had them over again | X |
| Against her no word from my lips shall pass | A3 |
| Betraying the grudge I've cherished | J2 |
| Till the sand runs down in my hour glass | A3 |
| And the gift of my speech has perished | J2 |
| Say why is the spirit of peace so weak | B3 |
| And the spirit of wrath so strong | N2 |
| That the right we must steadily search and seek | B3 |
| Tho' we readily find the wrong | N2 |
| - | |
| Mark | A |
| Our parents of old entailed the curse | C3 |
| Which must to our children cling | U |
| Let us hope at least that we're not much worse | C3 |
| Than the founder from whom we spring | U |
| Fit sire was he of a selfish race | D3 |
| Who first to temptation yielded | J2 |
| Then to mend his case tried to heap disgrace | D3 |
| On the woman he should have shielded | J2 |
| Say comrade mine the forbidden fruit | J2 |
| We'd have plucked that I well believe | E3 |
| But I trust we'd rather have suffered mute | J2 |
| Than have laid the blame upon Eve | E3 |
| - | |
| Maurice yawning | U |
| Who knows not I I can hardly vouch | F3 |
| For the truth of what little I see | A2 |
| And now if you've any weed in your pouch | F3 |
| Just hand it over to me | A2 |
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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