A Newport Romance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCB EFEF AAAA ABAB GBGB AAAA ABAB HIHI GJGJ AAAA AAAA AAAA KJKJ LHMN BABA OPOP AQAQ BABAThey say that she died of a broken heart | A |
I tell the tale as 'twas told to me | B |
But her spirit lives and her soul is part | A |
Of this sad old house by the sea | B |
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Her lover was fickle and fine and French | C |
It was nearly a hundred years ago | D |
When he sailed away from her arms poor wench | C |
With the Admiral Rochambeau | B |
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I marvel much what periwigged phrase | E |
Won the heart of this sentimental Quaker | F |
At what gold laced speech of those modish days | E |
She listened the mischief take her | F |
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But she kept the posies of mignonette | A |
That he gave and ever as their bloom failed | A |
And faded though with her tears still wet | A |
Her youth with their own exhaled | A |
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Till one night when the sea fog wrapped a shroud | A |
Round spar and spire and tarn and tree | B |
Her soul went up on that lifted cloud | A |
From this sad old house by the sea | B |
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And ever since then when the clock strikes two | G |
She walks unbidden from room to room | B |
And the air is filled that she passes through | G |
With a subtle sad perfume | B |
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The delicate odor of mignonette | A |
The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet | A |
Is all that tells of her story yet | A |
Could she think of a sweeter way | A |
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I sit in the sad old house to night | A |
Myself a ghost from a farther sea | B |
And I trust that this Quaker woman might | A |
In courtesy visit me | B |
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For the laugh is fled from porch and lawn | H |
And the bugle died from the fort on the hill | I |
And the twitter of girls on the stairs is gone | H |
And the grand piano is still | I |
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Somewhere in the darkness a clock strikes two | G |
And there is no sound in the sad old house | J |
But the long veranda dripping with dew | G |
And in the wainscot a mouse | J |
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The light of my study lamp streams out | A |
From the library door but has gone astray | A |
In the depths of the darkened hall Small doubt | A |
But the Quakeress knows the way | A |
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Was it the trick of a sense o'erwrought | A |
With outward watching and inward fret | A |
But I swear that the air just now was fraught | A |
With the odor of mignonette | A |
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I open the window and seem almost | A |
So still lies the ocean to hear the beat | A |
Of its Great Gulf artery off the coast | A |
And to bask in its tropic heat | A |
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In my neighbor's windows the gas lights flare | K |
As the dancers swing in a waltz of Strauss | J |
And I wonder now could I fit that air | K |
To the song of this sad old house | J |
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And no odor of mignonette there is | L |
But the breath of morn on the dewy lawn | H |
And mayhap from causes as slight as this | M |
The quaint old legend is born | N |
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But the soul of that subtle sad perfume | B |
As the spiced embalmings they say outlast | A |
The mummy laid in his rocky tomb | B |
Awakens my buried past | A |
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And I think of the passion that shook my youth | O |
Of its aimless loves and its idle pains | P |
And am thankful now for the certain truth | O |
That only the sweet remains | P |
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And I hear no rustle of stiff brocade | A |
And I see no face at my library door | Q |
For now that the ghosts of my heart are laid | A |
She is viewless for evermore | Q |
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But whether she came as a faint perfume | B |
Or whether a spirit in stole of white | A |
I feel as I pass from the darkened room | B |
She has been with my soul to night | A |
Bret Harte
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