Her Letter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE DFDFGHGI DJDKLMLM NONODMDM NPNPPNPN PQPQRSRP NNNNTUVU PPPPPMPM NNNNRMRM PWPWLMLMI'm sitting alone by the fire | A |
Dressed just as I came from the dance | B |
In a robe even you would admire | C |
It cost a cool thousand in France | B |
I'm be diamonded out of all reason | D |
My hair is done up in a cue | E |
In short sir the belle of the season | D |
Is wasting an hour upon you | E |
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A dozen engagements I've broken | D |
I left in the midst of a set | F |
Likewise a proposal half spoken | D |
That waits on the stairs for me yet | F |
They say he'll be rich when he grows up | G |
And then he adores me indeed | H |
And you sir are turning your nose up | G |
Three thousand miles off as you read | I |
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And how do I like my position | D |
And what do I think of New York | J |
And now in my higher ambition | D |
With whom do I waltz flirt or talk | K |
And isn't it nice to have riches | L |
And diamonds and silks and all that | M |
And aren't they a change to the ditches | L |
And tunnels of Poverty Flat | M |
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Well yes if you saw us out driving | N |
Each day in the Park four in hand | O |
If you saw poor dear mamma contriving | N |
To look supernaturally grand | O |
If you saw papa's picture as taken | D |
By Brady and tinted at that | M |
You'd never suspect he sold bacon | D |
And flour at Poverty Flat | M |
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And yet just this moment when sitting | N |
In the glare of the grand chandelier | P |
In the bustle and glitter befitting | N |
The finest soiree of the year | P |
In the mists of a gaze de Chambery | P |
And the hum of the smallest of talk | N |
Somehow Joe I thought of the Ferry | P |
And the dance that we had on The Fork | N |
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Of Harrison's barn with its muster | P |
Of flags festooned over the wall | Q |
Of the candles that shed their soft lustre | P |
And tallow on head dress and shawl | Q |
Of the steps that we took to one fiddle | R |
Of the dress of my queer vis a vis | S |
And how I once went down the middle | R |
With the man that shot Sandy McGee | P |
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Of the moon that was quietly sleeping | N |
On the hill when the time came to go | N |
Of the few baby peaks that were peeping | N |
From under their bedclothes of snow | N |
Of that ride that to me was the rarest | T |
Of the something you said at the gate | U |
Ah Joe then I wasn't an heiress | V |
To the best paying lead in the State | U |
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Well well it's all past yet it's funny | P |
To think as I stood in the glare | P |
Of fashion and beauty and money | P |
That I should be thinking right there | P |
Of some one who breasted high water | P |
And swam the North Fork and all that | M |
Just to dance with old Folinsbee's daughter | P |
The Lily of Poverty Flat | M |
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But goodness what nonsense I'm writing | N |
Mamma says my taste still is low | N |
Instead of my triumphs reciting | N |
I'm spooning on Joseph heigh ho | N |
And I'm to be finished by travel | R |
Whatever's the meaning of that | M |
Oh why did papa strike pay gravel | R |
In drifting on Poverty Flat | M |
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Good night here's the end of my paper | P |
Good night if the longitude please | W |
For maybe while wasting my taper | P |
Your sun's climbing over the trees | W |
But know if you haven't got riches | L |
And are poor dearest Joe and all that | M |
That my heart's somewhere there in the ditches | L |
And you've struck it on Poverty Flat | M |
Bret Harte (francis)
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