A Study In Gray Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABB ACACC ABABB DEDEE FGFGG HIHII FJFJJ JKJKK JJJJJ| I step from the door with a shiver | A |
| This fog is uncommonly cold | B |
| And ask myself What did I give her | A |
| The maiden a trifle gone old | B |
| With the head of gray hair that was gold | B |
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| Ah well I suppose 'twas a dollar | A |
| And doubtless the change is correct | C |
| Though it's odd that it seems so much smaller | A |
| Than what I'd a right to expect | C |
| But you pay when you dine I reflect | C |
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| So I walk up the street 'twas a saunter | A |
| A score of years back when I strolled | B |
| From this door and our talk was all banter | A |
| Those days when her hair was of gold | B |
| And the sea fog less searching and cold | B |
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| I button my coat for I'm shaken | D |
| And fevered a trifle and flushed | E |
| With the wine that I ought to have taken | D |
| Time was at this coat I'd have blushed | E |
| Though truly 'tis cleverly brushed | E |
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| A score Why that isn't so very | F |
| Much time to have lost from a life | G |
| There's reason enough to be merry | F |
| I've not fallen down in the strife | G |
| But marched with the drum and the fife | G |
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| If Hope when she lured me and beckoned | H |
| Had pushed at my shoulders instead | I |
| And Fame on whose favors I reckoned | H |
| Had laureled the worthiest head | I |
| I could garland the years that are dead | I |
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| Believe me I've held my own mostly | F |
| Through all of this wild masquerade | J |
| But somehow the fog is more ghostly | F |
| To night and the skies are more grayed | J |
| Like the locks of the restaurant maid | J |
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| If ever I'd fainted and faltered | J |
| I'd fancy this did but appear | K |
| But the climate I'm certain has altered | J |
| Grown colder and more austere | K |
| Than it was in that earlier year | K |
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| The lights too are strangely unsteady | J |
| That lead from the street to the quay | J |
| I think they'll go out and I'm ready | J |
| To follow Out there in the sea | J |
| The fog bell is calling to me | J |
Ambrose Bierce
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