The Old Cafe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBCCDDAA EEFFFGGFFFEEHHIIEE EEFFFFEEJKLLMMEE FFNNEEOOEE FFEEFFOOHHFFEE| You know | A |
| Don't you Joe | A |
| Those merry evenings long ago | A |
| You know the room the narrow stair | B |
| The wreaths of smoke that circled there | B |
| The corner table where we sat | C |
| For hours in after dinner chat | C |
| And magnified | D |
| Our little world inside | D |
| You know | A |
| Don't you Joe | A |
| - | |
| Ah those nights divine | E |
| The simple frugal wine | E |
| The airs on crude Italian strings | F |
| The joyous harmless revelings | F |
| Just fit for us or kings | F |
| At times a quaint and wickered flask | G |
| Of rare Chianti or from the homelier cask | G |
| Of modest Pilsener a stein or so | F |
| Amid the merry talk would flow | F |
| Or red Bordeaux | F |
| From vines that grew where dear Montaigne | E |
| Held his domain | E |
| And you remember that dark eye | H |
| None too shy | H |
| In fact she seemed a bit too free | I |
| For you and me | I |
| You know | E |
| Don't you Joe | E |
| - | |
| Then Pegasus I knew | E |
| And then I read to you | E |
| My callow rhymes | F |
| So many many times | F |
| And something in the place | F |
| Lent them a certain grace | F |
| Until I scarce believed them mine | E |
| Under the magic of the wine | E |
| But now I read them o'er | J |
| And see grave faults I had not seen before | K |
| And wonder how | L |
| You could have listened with such placid brow | L |
| And somehow apprehend | M |
| You sank the critic in the friend | M |
| You know | E |
| Don't you Joe | E |
| - | |
| And when we talked of books | F |
| How learned were our looks | F |
| And few the bards we could not quote | N |
| From gay Catullus' lines to Milton's purer note | N |
| Mayhap we now are wiser men | E |
| But we knew more than all the scholars then | E |
| And our conceit | O |
| Was grand ineffable complete | O |
| We know | E |
| Don't we Joe | E |
| - | |
| Gone are those golden nights | F |
| Of innocent Bohemian delights | F |
| And we are getting on | E |
| And anon | E |
| Years sad and tremulous | F |
| May be in store for us | F |
| But should we ever meet | O |
| Upon some quiet street | O |
| And you discover in an old man's eye | H |
| Some transient sparkle of the days gone by | H |
| Then you will guess perchance | F |
| The meaning of the glance | F |
| You'll know | E |
| Won't you Joe | E |
Arthur Macy
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