The Willows Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAAAA BCCBCCBCBC AAAAAAAAA DEEDEDEDE FAAFAFAAFAFA ADDADADADD AGGDGGAGHG AAAAAAAAAAAAA

The skies they were ashen and soberA
The streets they were dirty and drearA
It was night in the month of OctoberA
Of my most immemorial yearA
Like the skies I was perfectly soberA
As I stopped at the mansion of ShearA
At the Nightingale perfectly soberA
And the willowy woodland down hereA
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Here once in an alley TitanicB
Of Ten pins I roamed with my soulC
Of Ten pins with Mary my soulC
They were days when my heart was volcanicB
And impelled me to frequently rollC
And made me resistlessly rollC
Till my ten strikes created a panicB
In the realms of the Boreal poleC
Till my ten strikes created a panicB
With the monkey atop of his poleC
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I repeat I was perfectly soberA
But my thoughts they were palsied and searA
My thoughts were decidedly queerA
For I knew not the month was OctoberA
And I marked not the night of the yearA
I forgot that sweet morceau of AuberA
That the band oft performed down hereA
And I mixed the sweet music of AuberA
With the Nightingale's music by ShearA
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And now as the night was senescentD
And star dials pointed to mornE
And car drivers hinted of mornE
At the end of the path a liquescentD
And bibulous lustre was bornE
'Twas made by the bar keeper presentD
Who mixed a duplicate hornE
His two hands describing a crescentD
Distinct with a duplicate hornE
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And I said This looks perfectly regalF
For it's warm and I know I feel dryA
I am confident that I feel dryA
We have come past the emeu and eagleF
And watched the gay monkey on highA
Let us drink to the emeu and eagleF
To the swan and the monkey on highA
To the eagle and monkey on highA
For this bar keeper will not inveigleF
Bully boy with the vitreous eyeA
He surely would never inveigleF
Sweet youth with the crystalline eyeA
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But Mary uplifting her fingerA
Said Sadly this bar I mistrustD
I fear that this bar does not trustD
Oh hasten oh let us not lingerA
Oh fly let us fly are we mustD
In terror she cried letting sink herA
Parasol till it trailed in the dustD
In agony sobbed letting sink herA
Parasol till it trailed in the dustD
Till it sorrowfully trailed in the dustD
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Then I pacified Mary and kissed herA
And tempted her into the roomG
And conquered her scruples and gloomG
And we passed to the end of the vistaD
But were stopped by the warning of doomG
By some words that were warning of doomG
And I said What is written sweet sisterA
At the opposite end of the roomG
She sobbed as she answered All liquorsH
Must be paid for ere leaving the roomG
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Then my heart it grew ashen and soberA
As the streets were deserted and drearA
For my pockets were empty and drearA
And I cried It was surely OctoberA
On this very night of last yearA
That I journeyed I journeyed down hereA
That I brought a fair maiden down hereA
On this night of all nights in the yearA
Ah to me that inscription is clearA
Well I know now I'm perfectly soberA
Why no longer they credit me hereA
Well I know now that music of AuberA
And this Nightingale kept by one ShearA

Bret Harte (francis)



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