The White Cliffs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I have loved England dearly and deeplyB
Since that first morning shining and pureC
The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeplyB
Out of the sea that once made her secureC
I had no thought then of husband or loverD
I was a traveller the guest of a weekE
Yet when they pointed 'the white cliffs of Dover'D
Startled I found there were tears on my cheekE
I have loved England and still as a strangerD
Here is my home and I still am aloneF
Now in her hour of trial and dangerD
Only the English are really her ownF
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IIA
It happened the first evening I was thereD
Some one was giving a ball in Belgrave SquareD
At Belgrave Square that most Victorian spotG
Lives there a novel reader who has notG
At some time wept for those delightful girlsH
Daughters of dukes prime ministers and earlsH
In bonnets berthas bustles buttoned basquesI
Hiding behind their pure Victorian masksI
Hearts just as hot hotter perhaps than thoseJ
Whose owners now abandon hats and hoseJ
Who has not wept for Lady Joan or JillK
Loving against her noble parent's willK
A handsome guardsman who to her alarmL
Feels her hand kissed behind a potted palmM
At Lady Ivry's ball the dreadful nightN
Before his regiment goes off to fightN
And see him the next morning in the parkO
Complete in busbee marching to embarkO
I had read freely even as a childP
Not only Meredith and Oscar WildeP
But many novels of an earlier dayQ
Ravenshoe Can You Forgive Her Vivien GreyQ
Ouida The Duchess Broughton's Red As a RoseJ
Guy Livingstone Whyte Melville Heaven knowsJ
What others Now I thought I was to seeB
Their habitat though like the Miller of DeeB
I cared for none and no one cared for meB
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IIIA
A light blue carpet on the stairD
And tall young footmen everywhereD
Tall young men with English facesR
Standing rigidly in their placesR
Rows and rows of them stiff and staidS
In powder and breeches and bright gold braidS
And high above them on the wallT
Hung other English faces allT
Part of the pattern of English lifeU
General Sir Charles and his pretty wifeU
Admirals Lords Lieutenant of ShiresV
Men who were served by these footmen's siresV
At their great parties none of them knowingW
How soon or late they would all be goingW
In plainer dress to a sterner strifeU
Another pattern of English lifeU
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I went up the stairs between them allT
Strange and frightened and shy and smallT
And as I entered the ballroom doorD
Saw something I had never seen beforeD
Except in portraits a stout old guestX
With a broad blue ribbon across his breastX
That blue as deep as the southern seaB
Bluer than skies can ever beB
The Countess of Salisbury Edward the ThirdY
No damn merit the Duke I heardY
My own voice saying 'Upon my wordY
The garter ' and clapped my hands like a childP
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Some one beside me turned and smiledP
And looking down at me said 'I fancyB
You're Bertie's Australian cousin NancyB
He toId me to tell you that he'd be lateZ
At the Foreign Office and not to waitZ
Supper for him but to go with meB
And try to behave as if I were he '-
I should have told him on the spotG
That I had no cousin that I was notG
Australian Nancy that my nameA2
Was Susan Dunne and that I cameA2
From a small white town on a deep cut bayQ
In the smallest state in the U S AB2
I meant to tell him but changed my mindC2
I needed a friend and he seemed kindC2
So I put my gloved hand into his gloveD2
And we danced together and fell in loveD2
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IVD2
Young and in love how magical the phraseE2
How magical the fact Who has not yearnedF2
Over young lovers when to their amazeE2
They fall in love and find their love returnedF2
And the lights brighten and their eyes are clearD
To see God's image in their common clayQ
Is it the music of the spheres they hearD
Is it the prelude to that noble playQ
The drama of Joined Lives Ah they forgetG2
They cannot write their parts the bell has rungH2
The curtain rises and the stage is setG2
For tragedy they were in love and youngH2
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VD2
We went to the TowerD
We went to the ZooI2
We saw every flowerD
In the gardens at KewI2
We saw King Charles a prancingW
On his long tailed horseJ2
And thought him more entrancingW
Than better kings of courseJ2
At a strange early hourD
In St James's palace yardK2
We watched in a showerD
The changing of the guardK2
And I said what a pityD2
To have just a week to spendL2
When London is a cityD2
Whose beauties never endL2
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VID2
When the sun shines on England it atonesJ2
For low hung leaden skies and rain and dimM2
Moist fogs that paint the verdure on her stonesJ2
And fill her gentle rivers to the brimM2
When the sun shines on England shafts of lightN
Fall on far towers and hills and dark old treesJ2
And hedge bound meadows of a green as brightN
As bright as is the blue of tropic seasJ2
When the sun shines it is as if the faceJ2
Of some proud man relaxed his haughty stareD
And smiled upon us with a sudden graceJ2
Flattering because its coming is so rareD
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VIID2
The English are frostyD2
When you're no kith or kinN2
Of theirs but how they alterD
When once they take you inN2
The kindest the truestO2
The best friends ever knownF
It's hard to rememberD
How they froze you to a boneF
They showed me all LondonP2
Johnnie and his friendsJ2
They took me to the countryD2
For long week endsJ2
I never was so happyD2
I never had such funP2
I stayed many weeks in EnglandQ2
Instead of just oneP2
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VIIID2
John had one of those English facesJ2
That always were and will always beD2
Found in the cream of English placesJ2
Till England herself sink into the seaD2
A blond bowed face with prominent eyesJ2
A little bit bluer than English skiesJ2
You see it in ruffs and suits of armourD
You see it in wigs of many stylesJ2
Soldier and sailor judge and farmerD
That face has governed the British IslesJ2
By the power for good or ill bestowedR2
Only on those who live by codeR2
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Oh that inflexible code of livingW
That seems so easy and unconstrainedS2
The Englishman's code of taking and givingW
Rights and privileges pre ordainedS2
Based since English life beganT2
On the prime importance of being a manT2
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IXJ2
And what a voice he had gentle profoundU2
Clear masculine I melted at the soundU2
Oh English voices are there any wordsJ2
Those tones to tell those cadences to teachV2
As song of thrushes is to other birdsJ2
So English voices are to other speechV2
Those pure round 'o's ' those lovely liquid 'l's'J2
Ring in the ears like sound of Sabbath bellsJ2
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Yet I have loathed those voices when the senseJ2
Of what they said seemed to me insolenceJ2
As if the dominance of the whole nationP2
Lay in that clear correct enunciationP2
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Many years later I remember whenP2
One evening I overheard two menP2
In Claridge's white waistcoats coats I knowP2
Were built in Bond Street or in Savile RowP2
So calm so confident so finely bredW2
Young gods in tails and this is what they saidW2
'Not your first visit to the States ' 'Oh noP2
I'd been to Canada two years ago '-
Good God I thought have they not heard that weD2
Were those queer colonists who would be freeD2
Who took our desperate chance and fought and wonP2
Under a colonist called WashingtonP2
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One does not lose one's birthright it appearsJ2
I had been English then for many yearsJ2
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XJ2
We went down to CambridgeX2
Cambridge in the springW
In a brick court at twilightN
We heard the thrushes singW
And we went to evening serviceJ2
In the chapel of the KingW
The library of TrinityD2
The quadrangle of ClareD
John bought a pipe from BaconP2
And I acquired thereD
The Anecdotes of PaintingW
From a handcart in the squareD
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The Playing fields at sunsetG2
Were vivid emerald greenP2
The elms were tall and mightyD2
And many youths were seenP2
Carefree young gentlemenP2
In the Spring of 'FourteenP2
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XID2
London just before dawn immense andQ2

Alice Duer Miller



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