The Spinet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBA CDCDCD| My heart an old Spinet with strings | A |
| To laughter chiefly turned but some | B |
| That Fate has practised hard on dumb | B |
| They answer not whoever sings | A |
| The ghosts of half forgotten things | A |
| Will touch the keys with fingers numb | B |
| The little mocking spirits come | B |
| And thrill it with their fairy wings | A |
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| A jingling harmony it makes | C |
| My heart my lyre my old Spinet | D |
| And now a memory it wakes | C |
| And now the music means forget | D |
| And little heed the player takes | C |
| Howe'er the thoughtful critic fret | D |
Andrew Lang
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