Aspiring Miss De Laine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Chemical NarrativeA
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Certain facts which serve to explainB
The physical charms of Miss Addie De LaineB
Who as the common reports obtainB
Surpassed in complexion the lily and roseC
With a very sweet mouth and a retrousse noseC
A figure like Hebe's or that which revolvesD
In a milliner's window and partially solvesD
That question which mentor and moralist painsE
If grace may exist minus feeling or brainsE
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Of course the young lady had beaux by the scoreF
All that she wanted what girl could ask moreF
Lovers that sighed and lovers that sworeF
Lovers that danced and lovers that playedG
Men of profession of leisure and tradeG
But one who was destined to take the high partH
Of holding that mythical treasure her heartH
This lover the wonder and envy of townI
Was a practicing chemist a fellow called BrownI
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I might here remark that 'twas doubted by manyJ
In regard to the heart if Miss Addie had anyJ
But no one could look in that eloquent faceK
With its exquisite outline and features of graceK
And mark through the transparent skin how the tideL
Ebbed and flowed at the impulse of passion or prideL
None could look who believed in the blood's circulationM
As argued by Harvey but saw confirmationM
That here at least Nature had triumphed o'er artH
And as far as complexion went she had a heartH
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But this par parenthesis Brown was the manN
Preferred of all others to carry her fanN
Hook her glove drape her shawl and do all that a belleO
May demand of the lover she wants to treat wellO
Folks wondered and stared that a fellow called BrownI
Abstracted and solemn in manner a clownI
Ill dressed with a lingering smell of the shopP
Should appear as her escort at party or hopP
Some swore he had cooked up some villainous charmQ
Or love philter not in the regular PharmQ
Acopoeia and thus from pure malice prepenseK
Had bewitched and bamboozled the young lady's senseK
Others thought with more reason the secret to lieR
In a magical wash or indelible dyeR
While Society with its censorious eyeR
And judgment impartial stood ready to damnS
What wasn't improper as being a shamS
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For a fortnight the townfolk had all been agogT
With a party the finest the season had seenU
To be given in honor of Miss PollywogT
Who was just coming out as a belle of sixteenU
The guests were invited but one night beforeF
A carriage drew up at the modest back doorF
Of Brown's lab'ratory and full in the glareV
Of a big purple bottle some closely veiled fairV
Alighted and entered to make matters plainB
Spite of veils and disguises 'twas Addie De LaineB
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As a bower for true love 'twas hardly the oneM
That a lady would choose to be wooed in or wonM
No odor of rose or sweet jessamine's sighR
Breathed a fragrance to hallow their pledge of troth byR
Nor the balm that exhales from the odorous thymeQ
But the gaseous effusions of chloride of limeQ
And salts which your chemist delights to explainB
As the base of the smell of the rose and the drainB
Think of this O ye lovers of sweetness and knowW
What you smell when you snuff up Lubin or PinaudH
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I pass by the greetings the transports and blissK
Which of course duly followed a meeting like thisK
And come down to business for such the intentH
Of the lady who now o'er the crucible leantH
In the glow of a furnace of carbon and limeQ
Like a fairy called up in the new pantomimeQ
And give but her words as she coyly looked downI
In reply to the questioning glances of BrownI
I am taking the drops and am using the pasteH
And the little white powders that had a sweet tasteH
Which you told me would brighten the glance of my eyeR
And the depilatory and also the dyeR
And I'm charmed with the trial and now my dear BrownI
I have one other favor now ducky don't frownI
Only one for a chemist and genius like youX
But a trifle and one you can easily doX
Now listen to morrow you know is the nightH
Of the birthday soiree of that Pollywog frightH
And I'm to be there and the dress I shall wearV
Is TOO lovely but But what then ma chereV
Said Brown as the lady came to a full stopP
And glanced round the shelves of the little back shopP
Well I want I want something to fill out the skirtH
To the proper dimensions without being girtH
In a stiff crinoline or caged in a hoopY
That shows through one's skirt like the bars of a coopY
Something light that a lady may waltz in or polkT
With a freedom that none but you masculine folkT
Ever know For however poor woman aspiresK
She's always bound down to the earth by these wiresK
Are you listening Nonsense don't stare like a spoonZ
Idiotic some light thing and spacious and soonZ
Something like well in fact something like a balloonZ
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Here she paused and here Brown overcome by surpriseK
Gave a doubting assent with still wondering eyesK
And the lady departed But just at the doorV
Something happened 'tis true it had happened beforeV
In this sanctum of science a sibilant soundH
Like some element just from its trammels unboundH
Or two substances that their affinities foundH
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The night of the anxiously looked for soireeV
Had come with its fair ones in gorgeous arrayV
With the rattle of wheels and the tinkle of bellsK
And the How do ye do's and the Hope you are well'sK
And the crush in the passage and last lingering lookT
You give as you hang your best hat on the hookT
The rush of hot air as the door opens wideH
And your entry that blending of self possessed prideH
And humility shown in your perfect bred stareV
At the folk as if wondering how they got thereV
With other tricks worthy of Vanity FairV
Meanwhile the safe topic the beat of the roomQ
Already was losing its freshness and bloomQ
Young people were yawning and wondering whenA2
The dance would come off and why didn't it thenA2
When a vague expectation was thrilling the crowdH
Lo the door swung its hinges with utterance proudH
And Pompey announced with a trumpet like strainB
The entrance of Brown and Miss Addie De LaineB
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She entered but oh how imperfect the verbB2
To express to the senses her movement superbB2
To say that she sailed in more clearly might tellO
Her grace in its buoyant and billowy swellO
Her robe was a vague circumambient spaceK
With shadowy boundaries made of point laceK
The rest was but guesswork and well might defyR
The power of critical feminine eyeR
To define or describe 'twere as futile to tryR
The gossamer web of the cirrus to traceK
Floating far in the blue of a warm summer skyR
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'Midst the humming of praises and glances of beauxK
That greet our fair maiden wherever she goesK
Brown slipped like a shadow grim silent and blackT
With a look of anxiety close in her trackT
Once he whispered aside in her delicate earV
A sentence of warning it might be of fearV
Don't stand in a draught if you value your lifeC2
Nothing more such advice might be given your wifeC2
Or your sweetheart in times of bronchitis and coughD2
Without mystery romance or frivolous scoffE2
But hark to the music the dance has begunM
The closely draped windows wide open are flungT
The notes of the piccolo joyous and lightH
Like bubbles burst forth on the warm summer nightH
Round about go the dancers in circles they flyR
Trip trip go their feet as their skirts eddy byR
And swifter and lighter but somewhat too plainB
Whisks the fair circumvolving Miss Addie De LaineB
Taglioni and Cerito well might have pinedH
For the vigor and ease that her movements combinedH
E'en Rigelboche never flung higher her robeF2
In the naughtiest city that's known on the globeF2
'Twas amazing 'twas scandalous lost in surpriseK
Some opened their mouths and a few shut their eyesK
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But hark At the moment Miss Addie De LaineB
Circling round at the outer edge of an ellipseK
Which brought her fair form to the window againA2
From the arms of her partner incautiously slipsK
And a shriek fills the air and the music is stillG2
And the crowd gather round where her partner forlornH2
Still frenziedly points from the wide window sillG2
Into space and the night for Miss Addie was goneI2
Gone like the bubble that bursts in the sunM
Gone like the grain when the reaper is doneM
Gone like the dew on the fresh morning grassK
Gone without parting farewell and alasK
Gone with a flavor of hydrogen gasK
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When the weather is pleasant you frequently meetH
A white headed man slowly pacing the streetH
His trembling hand shading his lack lustre eyeR
Half blind with continually scanning the skyR
Rumor points him as some astronomical sageJ2
Re perusing by day the celestial pageJ2
But the reader sagacious will recognize BrownI
Trying vainly to conjure his lost sweetheart downI
And learn the stern moral this story must teachK2
That Genius may lift its love out of its reachK2

Bret Harte



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