The History Of A Minute Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


I saw a lady on the stairA
And she was oh so strangely fairA
With a knot of butter colored hairA
And a waiting listening wondering airA
She was tall as a lady ought to beB
And down she looked and smiled at meB
Her eyes were queerly brightly blueC
As the bit of sky that last shines throughC
The gathering clouds oppressive grayD
On a chilly windy Autumn dayD
There she paused on the stairs and smiledE
Like a child who sees another childE
With whom it would dearly like to playD
If it only could get its nurse awayD
And I know not what divine surmiseF
Leapt up like fire in my eyesF
But I know her smiling suddenly stoppedG
And a curtain between us blankly droppedG
And she passed me by as if I wereH
A man invisible to herH

Alice Duer Miller


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