Christopher Found Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEEDFGFGHGHIJJIJGI GKKBGB A LLMMNNBGBGBB A BBOOPPQRRRSRRS T BUBBBU T TBTBTRTR V WRBMRRRRTRBWBWXWWRYZ A2RTB2B2WWC2RRRRBBD2 RR| I | A |
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| At last so this is you my dear | B |
| How should I guess to find you here | C |
| So long so long I sought in vain | D |
| In many cities many lands | E |
| With straining eyes and groping hands | E |
| The people marvelled at my pain | D |
| They said But sure the woman's mad | F |
| What ails her we should like to know | G |
| That she should be so wan and sad | F |
| And silent through the revels go | G |
| They clacked with such a sorry stir | H |
| Was I to tell were they to know | G |
| That I had lost you Christopher | H |
| Will you forgive me for one thing | I |
| Whiles when a stranger came my way | J |
| My heart would beat and I would say | J |
| Here's Christopher then lingering | I |
| With longer gaze would turn away | J |
| Cold sick at heart My dear I know | G |
| You will forgive me for this thing | I |
| It is so very long ago | G |
| Since I have seen your face till now | K |
| Now that I see it lip and brow | K |
| Eyes nostril chin alive and clear | B |
| Last time was long ago I know | G |
| This thing you will forgive me dear | B |
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| II | A |
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| There is no Heaven This is the best | L |
| O hold me closer to your breast | L |
| Let your face lean upon my face | M |
| That there no longer shall be space | M |
| Between our lips between our eyes | N |
| I feel your bosom's fall and rise | N |
| O hold me near and yet more near | B |
| Ah sweet I wonder do you know | G |
| How lone and cold how sad and drear | B |
| Was I a little while ago | G |
| Sick of the stress the strife the stir | B |
| But I have found you Christopher | B |
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| III | A |
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| If only you had come before | B |
| This is the thing I most deplore | B |
| A seemlier woman you had found | O |
| More calm by courtesies more bound | O |
| Less quick to greet you more subdued | P |
| Of appetite of slower mood | P |
| But ah you come so late so late | Q |
| This time of day I can't pretend | R |
| With slight sweet things to satiate | R |
| The hunger cravings Nay my friend | R |
| I cannot blush and turn and tremble | S |
| Wax loth as younger maidens do | R |
| Ah Christopher with you with you | R |
| You would not wish me to dissemble | S |
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| IV | T |
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| So long have all the days been meagre | B |
| With empty platter empty cup | U |
| No meats nor sweets to do me pleasure | B |
| That if I crave is it over eager | B |
| The deepest draught the fullest measure | B |
| The beaker to the brim poured up | U |
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| V | T |
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| Shelley that sprite from the spheres above | T |
| Says and would make the matter clear | B |
| That love divided is larger love | T |
| We'll leave those things to the bards my dear | B |
| For you never wrote a verse you see | T |
| And I my verse is not fair nor new | R |
| Till the world be dead you shall love but me | T |
| Till the stars have ceased I shall love but you | R |
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| EPILOGUE | V |
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| Thus ran the words or rather thus did run | W |
| Their purport Idly seeking in the chest | R |
| You see it yonder I had found them there | B |
| Some blotted sheets of paper in a case | M |
| With a woman's name writ on it Adelaide | R |
| Twice on the writing there was scored the date | R |
| Of ten years back and where the words had end | R |
| Was left a space a dash a half writ word | R |
| As tho' the writer minded presently | T |
| The matter to pursue | R |
| I questioned her | B |
| That worthy worthy soul my ch telaine | W |
| Who nothing loth made answer | B |
| There had been | W |
| Another lodger ere I had the rooms | X |
| Three months gone by a woman | W |
| Young sir No | W |
| Must have seen forty if she'd seen a day | R |
| A lonesome woman hadn't many friends | Y |
| Wrote books I think and things for newspapers | Z |
| Short in her temper eyes would flash and flame | A2 |
| At times till I was frightened Paid her rent | R |
| Most regular like a lady | T |
| Ten years back | B2 |
| They say at least Ann Brown says ten years back | B2 |
| The lady had a lover Even then | W |
| She must have been no chicken | W |
| Three months since | C2 |
| She died Well well the Lord is kind and just | R |
| I did my best to tend her yet indeed | R |
| It's bad for trade to have a lodger die | R |
| Her brother came a week before she died | R |
| Buried her took her things threw in the fire | B |
| The littered heaps of paper | B |
| Yes the sheets | D2 |
| They must have been forgotten in the chest | R |
| I never knew her name was Adelaide | R |
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