The Cremona Violin Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Cremona Violin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Part First	A
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Frau Concert Meister Altgelt shut the door	B
A storm was rising heavy gusts of wind	C
Swirled through the trees and scattered leaves before	B
Her on the clean flagged path The sky behind	C
The distant town was black and sharp defined	C
Against it shone the lines of roofs and towers	D
Superimposed and flat like cardboard flowers	D
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A pasted city on a purple ground	E
Picked out with luminous paint it seemed The cloud	F
Split on an edge of lightning and a sound	E
Of rivers full and rushing boomed through bowed	F
Tossed hissing branches Thunder rumbled loud	F
Beyond the town fast swallowing into gloom	G
Frau Altgelt closed the windows of each room	G
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She bustled round to shake by constant moving	H
The strange weird atmosphere She stirred the fire	I
She twitched the supper cloth as though improving	H
Its careful setting then her own attire	I
Came in for notice tiptoeing higher and higher	I
She peered into the wall glass now adjusting	H
A straying lock or else a ribbon thrusting	H
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This way or that to suit her At last sitting	H
Or rather plumping down upon a chair	J
She took her work the stocking she was knitting	H
And watched the rain upon the window glare	J
In white bright drops Through the black glass a flare	J
Of lightning squirmed about her needles 'Oh '	-
She cried 'What can be keeping Theodore so '	-
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A roll of thunder set the casements clapping	H
Frau Altgelt flung her work aside and ran	K
Pulled open the house door with kerchief flapping	H
She stood and gazed along the street A man	K
Flung back the garden gate and nearly ran	K
Her down as she stood in the door 'Why Dear	L
What in the name of patience brings you here	M
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Quick Lotta shut the door my violin	N
I fear is wetted Now Dear bring a light	O
This clasp is very much too worn and thin	N
I'll take the other fiddle out to night	O
If it still rains Tut Tut my child you're quite	O
Clumsy Here help me hold the case while I	P
Give me the candle No the inside's dry	P
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Thank God for that Well Lotta how are you	Q
A bad storm but the house still stands I see	R
Is my pipe filled my Dear I'll have a few	Q
Puffs and a snooze before I eat my tea	R
What do you say That you were feared for me	R
Nonsense my child Yes kiss me now don't talk	S
I need a rest the theatre's a long walk '	-
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Her needles still her hands upon her lap	T
Patiently laid Charlotta Altgelt sat	U
And watched the rain run window In his nap	T
Her husband stirred and muttered Seeing that	U
Charlotta rose and softly pit a pat	U
Climbed up the stairs and in her little room	G
Found sighing comfort with a moon in bloom	G
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But even rainy windows silver lit	V
By a new burst storm whetted moon may give	W
But poor content to loneliness and it	V
Was hard for young Charlotta so to strive	X
And down her eagerness and learn to live	X
In placid quiet While her husband slept	Y
Charlotta in her upper chamber wept	Y
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Herr Concert Meister Altgelt was a man	K
Gentle and unambitious that alone	Z
Had kept him back He played as few men can	K
Drawing out of his instrument a tone	Z
So shimmering sweet and palpitant it shone	Z
Like a bright thread of sound hung in the air	J
Afloat and swinging upward slim and fair	J
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Above all things above Charlotta his wife	A2
Herr Altgelt loved his violin a fine	B2
Cremona pattern Stradivari's life	A2
Was flowering out of early discipline	C2
When this was fashioned Of soft cutting pine	B2
The belly was The back of broadly curled	D2
Maple the head made thick and sharply whirled	D2
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The slanting youthful sound holes through	Q
The belly of fine vigorous pine	B2
Mellowed each note and blew	Q
It out again with a woody flavour	Q
Tanged and fragrant as fir trees are	Q
When breezes in their needles jar	Q
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The varnish was an orange brown	E2
Lustered like glass that's long laid down	E2
Under a crumbling villa stone	Z
Purfled stoutly with mitres which point	F2
Straight up the corners Each curve and joint	F2
Clear and bold and thin	N
Such was Herr Theodore's violin	N
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Seven o'clock the Concert Meister gone	G2
With his best violin the rain being stopped	H2
Frau Lotta in the kitchen sat alone	Z
Watching the embers which the fire dropped	H2
The china shone upon the dresser topped	H2
By polished copper vessels which her skill	I2
Kept brightly burnished It was very still	I2
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An air from Orfeo' hummed in her head	J2
Herr Altgelt had been practising before	Q
The night's performance Charlotta had plead	K2
With him to stay with her Even at the door	Q
She'd begged him not to go 'I do implore	Q
You for this evening Theodore ' she had said	J2
'Leave them to night and stay with me instead '	-
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'A silly poppet ' Theodore pinched her ear	Q
'You'd like to have our good Elector turn	L2
Me out I think ' 'But Theodore something queer	Q
Ails me Oh do but notice how they burn	L2
My cheeks The thunder worried me You're stern	L2
And cold and only love your work I know	M2
But Theodore for this evening do not go '	-
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But he had gone hurriedly at the end	N2
For she had kept him talking Now she sat	U
Alone again always alone the trend	N2
Of all her thinking brought her back to that	U
She wished to banish What would life be What	O2
For she was young and loved while he was moved	P2
Only by music Each day that was proved	P2
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Each day he rose and practised While he played	Q2
She stopped her work and listened and her heart	R2
Swelled painfully beneath her bodice Swayed	Q2
And longing she would hide from him her smart	R2
'Well Lottchen will that do ' Then what a start	R2
She gave and she would run to him and cry	Q
And he would gently chide her 'Fie Dear fie	A2
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I'm glad I played it well But such a taking	H
You'll hear the thing enough before I've done '	-
And she would draw away from him still shaking	H
Had he but guessed she was another one	C2
Another violin Her strings were aching	H
Stretched to the touch of his bow hand again	S2
He played and she almost broke at the strain	T2
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Where was the use of thinking of it now	U2
Sitting alone and listening to the clock	V2
She'd best make haste and knit another row	M2
Three hours at least must pass before his knock	V2
Would startle her It always was a shock	V2
She listened listened for so long before	Q
That when it came her hearing almost tore	Q
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She caught herself just starting in to listen	C2
What nerves she had rattling like brittle sticks	W2
She wandered to the window for the glisten	C2
Of a bright moon was tempting Snuffed the wicks	W2
Of her two candles Still she could not fix	W2
To anything The moon in a broad swath	X2
Beckoned her out and down the garden path	Y2
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Against the house her hollyhocks stood high	A2
And black their shadows doubling them The night	O
Was white and still with moonlight and a sigh	A2
Of blowing leaves was there and the dim flight	O
Of insects and the smell of aconite	O
And stocks and Marvel of Peru She flitted	O
Along the path where blocks of shadow pitted	O
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The even flags She let herself go dreaming	H
Of Theodore her husband and the tune	Z2
From Orfeo' swam through her mind but seeming	H
Changed shriller Of a sudden the clear moon	Z2
Showed her a passer by inopportune	Z2
Indeed but here he was whistling and striding	H
Lotta squeezed in between the currants hiding	H
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'The best laid plans of mice and men ' alas	A3
The stranger came indeed but did not pass	A3
Instead he leant upon the garden gate	O
Folding his arms and whistling Lotta's state	O
Crouched in the prickly currants on wet grass	A3
Was far from pleasant Still the stranger stayed	O
And Lotta in her currants watched dismayed	O
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He seemed a proper fellow standing there	Q
In the bright moonshine His cocked hat was laced	O
With silver and he wore his own brown hair	Q
Tied but unpowdered His whole bearing graced	O
A fine cloth coat and ruffled shirt and chased	O
Sword hilt Charlotta looked but her position	C2
Was hardly easy When would his volition	C2
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Suggest his walking on And then that tune	Z2
A half a dozen bars from Orfeo'	A2
Gone over and over and murdered What Fortune	C2
Had brought him th	B3