A Walts With A Tear In It Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCABBD EDEDDD DDFFEEFF DEEDGE EHH DD| Ah how I love it in these first few days | A |
| Fresh from the forest and out of the snow | B |
| Awkwardness obvious still in every bough | C |
| When every silver thread lazily sways | A |
| And every cone begins slowly to glow | B |
| In candlelight and the white sheet below | B |
| Hides its sore stump from our eyes | D |
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| It will not bat an eye if you heap gold | E |
| And jewels on it this shyest of fays | D |
| In blue enamel and tinfoil enfolded | E |
| Creeps in your heart of hearts and there it stays | D |
| Ah how I love it all in these first days | D |
| All golden finery and silver shades | D |
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| All in the making stars flags lanterns flares | D |
| There are no chocolates yet in bonbonnieres | D |
| Even the candles are no candles they | F |
| Look more like dull sticks of makeup by day | F |
| This is an actress still lighting stage fright | E |
| In the tumult of her benefit night | E |
| Ah how I love her on this opening day | F |
| Flushed in the coulisses before the play | F |
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| Apples to appletrees and kicks to firtrees | D |
| Only not this one no kicks for the beauty | E |
| She has a different purpose and duty | E |
| She's the select one receiver of favours | D |
| Her evening party will go on forever | G |
| Others may fear proverb s this one does not | E |
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| Her fate is only a few firtrees' lot | E |
| Golden and fiery she will soar high | H |
| Like an old prophet ascending the sky | H |
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| Ah how I love it all in these first days | D |
| When all the world chats and fusses and plays | D |
Boris Pasternak
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