Jongleurs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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What is the stir in the streetA
Hurry of feetA
And afterB
A sound as of pipes and of tabersC
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Men of the conflicts and laborsC
Struggling and shifting and shovingD
Pushing and pounding your neighborsC
Fighting for leeway for laughterB
Toiling for leisure for lovingD
Hark through the window and up to the rafterB
Madder and merrierB
Deeper and verierB
Sweeter contrarierB
Dafter and dafterB
A song arisesC
A thrill an intrusionE
A reel an illusionE
A rapture a crisisC
Of bells in the airB
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Ay up from your work and look out of the windowF
Who are the newcomers Arab or HindooF
Persians or Japs or the children of IsisC
Guesses surmisesC
Forth with you fareB
Down in the street to draw nearer and stareB
Come from your palaces come from your hovelsC
Lay down your ledgers your picks and your shovelsC
Your trowels and bricksC
Hammers and nailsC
Scythes and flailsC
Bargains and salesC
And the trader's tricksC
Deals overreachingsC
Worries and griefsC
Teachings and preachingsC
Boluses briefsC
Writs and attachmentsC
Quarterings hatchmentsC
Clans and cognomensC
Comments and scholiaG
World's melancholiaG
Cast them aside and good riddance to rubbishH
Here at the street corner hearken a strainI
Rough and off hand and a bit rub a dub ishH
Gives us a taste of the life we'd attainI
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Who are they what are they whence have they come to usC
Where will they go when their singing is doneE
What is the garb they wear tattered and sumptuousC
Faded with days and superb in the sunE
What are they singing ofJ
HushK
There's a ringing ofJ
Delicate chimesC
And the blushK
Of a veiled bride morningD
Beats in the rhymesC
ListenE
Out of the merrimentF
Clear as the glistenE
Of dew on the brierB
A silver warningD
Sudden a dareB
Lyric experimentF
Up like a lark in the airB
Higher and higher and higherB
The song shoots out of our blunderB
Of thought to the blue sky of wonderB
And broken strains only fall downL
Like pearls on the roofs of the townL
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Somebody says they have come from the moonM
Seen with their eyes EldoradoF
Sat in the Bo tree's shadowF
Wandered at noonM
In the valleys of VanN
Tented in Lebanon tarried in OphirB
Last year in Tartary piped for the KhanO
Now it's the song of a loverB
Now it's the lilt of a loaferB
Under the trees in a midsummer noonM
Dreaming the haze into isles to discoverB
Beating the silences into a croonM
SoonM
Up from the marshes a fall of the ploverB
Out from the coverB
A flurry of quailG
Down from the height where the slow hawks hoverB
The thin far ghost of a hailG
And near and nearB
Throbbing and tinglingD
With a human cheerB
In the earth song minglingD
Mirth and carousalG
Wooing espousalG
Clinking of glassesC
And laughter of lassesC
And the wind in the garden stoops down as it passesC
To play with the hairB
Of the loveliest thereB
And the wander lust catches the will in its snareB
Hill wind and spray lureB
Call of the heathP
Dare in the teethP
Of the balk and the failureB
The clasp and the lingerB
Of loosening fingerB
Loth to disseverB
Thrill of the comrade heart to its fellowG
Through droughts that sicken and blasts that bellowG
From purple furrow to harvest yellowG
Now and foreverB
How our feet itch to keep time to their measureB
How our hearts lift to the lilt of their songQ
Let the world go for a day's royal pleasureB
Not every summer such waifs come alongQ
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Now they are off to the innR
Hear the clean ring of their laughterB
Cool as a hill brook afterB
The beat of the noon sets inR
Gentlemen even in jollityF
Certainly people of qualityF
Waifs and estrays no lessC
Roofless and pennilessC
They are the wayside strummersC
Whose lips are man's renownL
Those wayward brats of Summer'sC
Who stroll from town to townL
Spendthrift of life they ravishK
The days of an endless storeB
And ever the more they lavishK
The heap of the hoard is moreB
For joy and love and visionE
Are alive and breed and stayF
When dust shall hold in derisionE
The misers of a dayF

Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey



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