The Barrel-organ Poem Rhyme Scheme

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There's a barrel organ carolling across a golden street	A
In the City as the sun sinks low	B
And the music's not immortal but the world has made it sweet	A
And fulfilled it with the sunset glow	B
And it pulses through the pleasures of the City and the pain	C
That surround the singing organ like a large eternal light	D
And they've given it a glory and a part to play again	E
In the Symphony that rules the day and night	D
	-
And now it's marching onward through the realms of old romance	F
And trolling out a fond familiar tune	G
And now it's roaring cannon down to fight the King of France	F
And now it's prattling softly to the moon	G
And all around the organ there's a sea without a shore	H
Of human joys and wonders and regrets	I
To remember and to recompense the music evermore	H
For what the cold machinery forgets	I
	-
Yes as the music changes	J
Like a prismatic glass	K
It takes the light and ranges	J
Through all the moods that pass	K
Dissects the common carnival	L
Of passions and regrets	I
And gives the world a glimpse of all	M
The colours it forgets	I
	-
And there La Traviata sighs	N
Another sadder song	O
And there Il Trovatore cries	N
A tale of deeper wrong	O
And bolder knights to battle go	B
With sword and shield and lance	F
Than ever here on earth below	B
Have whirled into a dance	F
	-
Go down to Kew in lilac time in lilac time in lilac time	P
Go down to Kew in lilac time it isn't far from London	Q
And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland	R
Go down to Kew in lilac time it isn't far from London	Q
	-
The cherry trees are seas of bloom and soft perfume and sweet perfume	S
The cherry trees are seas of bloom and oh so near to London	Q
And there they say when dawn is high and all the world's a blaze of sky	T
The cuckoo though he's very shy will sing a song for London	Q
	-
The Dorian nightingale is rare and yet they say you'll hear him there	U
At Kew at Kew in lilac time and oh so near to London	Q
The linnet and the throstle too and after dark the long haloo	B
And golden eyed tu whit tu whoo of owls that ogle London	Q
	-
For Noah hardly knew a bird of any kind that isn't heard	V
At Kew at Kew in lilac time and oh so near to London	Q
And when the rose begins to pout and all the chestnut spires are out	W
You'll hear the rest without a doubt all chorussing for London	Q
	-
Come down to Kew in lilac time in lilac time in lilac time	P
Come down to Kew in lilac time it isn't far from London	Q
And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland	R
Come down to Kew in lilac time it isn't far from London	Q
	-
And then the troubadour begins to thrill the golden street	A
In the City as the sun sinks low	B
And in all the gaudy busses there are scores of weary feet	A
Marking time sweet time with a dull mechanic beat	A
And a thousand hearts are plunging to a love they'll never meet	A
Through the meadows of the sunset through the poppies and the wheat	A
In the land where the dead dreams go	B
	-
Verdi Verdi when you wrote Il Trovatore did you dream	X
Of the City when the sun sinks low	B
Of the organ and the monkey and the many coloured stream	X
On the Piccadilly pavement of the myriad eyes that seem	X
To be litten for a moment with a wild Italian gleam	X
As A che la morte parodies the world's eternal theme	X
And pulses with the sunset glow	B
	-
There's a thief perhaps that listens with a face of frozen stone	Y
In the City as the sun sinks low	B
There's a portly man of business with a balance of his own	Y
There's a clerk and there's a butcher of a soft reposeful tone	Y
And they're all of them returning to the heavens they have known	Y
They are crammed and jammed in busses and they're each of them alone	Y
In the land where the dead dreams go	B
	-
There's a very modish woman and her smile is very bland	R
In the City as the sun sinks low	B
And her hansom jingles onward but her little jewelled hand	R
Is clenched a little tighter and she cannot understand	R
What she wants or why she wanders to that undiscovered land	R
For the parties there are not at all the sort of thing she planned	R
In the land where the dead dreams go	B
	-
There's a rowing man that listens and his heart is crying out	W
In the City as the sun sinks low	B
For the barge the eight the Isis and the coach's whoop and shout	W
For the minute gun the counting and the long dishevelled rout	W
For the howl along the tow path and a fate that's still in doubt	W
For a roughened oar to handle and a race to think about	W
In the land where the dead dreams go	B
	-
There's a labourer that listens to the voices of the dead	Z
In the City as the sun sinks low	B
And his hand begins to tremble and his face to smoulder red	Z
As he sees a loafer watching him and there he turns his head	Z
And stares into the sunset where his April love is fled	Z
For he hears her softly singing and his lonely soul is led	Z
Through the land where the dead dreams go	B
	-
There's a barrel organ carolling across a golden street	A
In the City as the sun sinks low	B
Though the music's only Verdi there's a world to make it sweet	A
Just as yonder yellow sunset where the earth and heaven meet	A
Mellows all the sooty City Hark a hundred thousand feet	A
Are marching on to glory through the poppies and the wheat	A
In the land where the dead dreams go	B
	-
So it's Jeremiah Jeremiah	A2
What have you to say	B2
When you meet the garland girls	C2
Tripping on their way	B2
	-
All around my gala hat	D2
I wear a wreath of roses	E2
A long and lonely year it is	E2
I've waited for the May	B2
If any one should ask you	F2
The reason wny I wear it is	E2
My own love my true love	G2
I coming home to day	B2
	-
And it's buy a bunch of violets for the lady	H2
It's lilac time in London it's lilac time in London	Q
Buy a bunch of violets for the lady	H2
While the sky burns blue above	G2
	-
On the other side the street you'll find it shady	H2
It's lilac time in London it's lilac time in London	Q
But buy a bunch of violets for the lady	H2
And tell her she's your own true love	G2
	-
There's a barrel organ carolling across a golden street	A
In the City as the sun sinks glittering and slow	B
And the music's not immortal but the world has made it sweet	A
And enriched it with the harmonies that make a song complete	A
In the deeper heavens of music where the night and morning meet	A
As it dies into the sunset glow	B
And it pulses through the pleasures of the City and the pain	C
That surround the singing organ like a large eternal light	D
And they've given it a glory and a part ot play again	E
In the Symphony that rules the day and night	D
	-
And there as the music changes	J
The song runs round again	E
Once more it turns and ranges	J
Through all its joy and pain	C
Dissects the common carnival	B
Of passions and regrets	I
And the wheeling world remembers all	B
The wheeling song forgets	I
	-
Once more La Traviata sighs	N
Another sadder song	O
Once more Il Trovatore cries	N
A tale of deeper wrong	O
Once more the knights to battle go	B
With sword and shield and lance	F
Till once once more the shattered foe	B
Has whirled into a dance	F
	-
Come down to Kew in lilac time in lilac time in lilac time	P
Come down to Kew in lilac time it isn't far from London	Q
And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland	R
Come down to Kew in lilac time it isn't far from London	Q

Alfred Noyes

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