Her Last Letter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCADAD EFGFHIHI JKJKJIJI ALALMMMM NOMOPIQI AKAKPRPR NSNSNTNT DUDUVMVM PIPIMNMN AMAMHMWM AXAXNRNR MIMIYMYM Z AMAMA2IA2I B2MC2MAD2AD2 NNNNAMAM| Being A Reply To His Answer | A |
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| June th Do you know what that date means | B |
| June th By this air and these pines | C |
| Well only you know how I hate scenes | B |
| These might be my very last lines | C |
| For perhaps sir you'll kindly remember | A |
| If some OTHER things you've forgot | D |
| That you last wrote the th of DECEMBER | A |
| Just six months ago I from this spot | D |
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| From this spot that you said was the fairest | E |
| For once being held in my thought | F |
| Now really I call that the barest | G |
| Of well I won't say what I ought | F |
| For here I am back from my riches | H |
| My triumphs my tours and all that | I |
| And YOU'RE not to be found in the ditches | H |
| Or temples of Poverty Flat | I |
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| From Paris we went for the season | J |
| To London when pa wired Stop | K |
| Mama says his HEALTH was the reason | J |
| I've heard that some things took a drop | K |
| But she said if my patience I'd summon | J |
| I could go back with him to the Flat | I |
| Perhaps I was thinking of some one | J |
| Who of me well was not thinking THAT | I |
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| Of course you will SAY that I never | A |
| Replied to the letter you wrote | L |
| That is just like a man But however | A |
| I read it or how could I quote | L |
| And as to the stories you've heard No | M |
| Don't tell me you haven't I know | M |
| You'll not believe one blessed word Joe | M |
| But just whence they came let them go | M |
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| And they came from Sade Lotski of Yolo | N |
| Whose father sold clothes on the Bar | O |
| You called him Job lotski you know Joe | M |
| And the boys said HER value was par | O |
| Well we met her in Paris just flaring | P |
| With diamonds and lost in a hat | I |
| And she asked me how Joseph was faring | Q |
| In his love suit on Poverty Flat | I |
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| She thought it would shame me I met her | A |
| With a look Joe that made her eyes drop | K |
| And I said that your love suit fared better | A |
| Than any suit out of THEIR shop | K |
| And I didn't blush THEN as I'm doing | P |
| To find myself here all alone | R |
| And left Joe to do all the sueing | P |
| To a lover that's certainly flown | R |
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| In this brand new hotel called The Lily | N |
| I wonder who gave it that name | S |
| I really am feeling quite silly | N |
| To think I was once called the same | S |
| And I stare from its windows and fancy | N |
| I'm labeled to each passer by | T |
| Ah gone is the old necromancy | N |
| For nothing seems right to my eye | T |
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| On that hill there are stores that I knew not | D |
| There's a street where I once lost my way | U |
| And the copse where you once tied my shoe knot | D |
| Is shamelessly open as day | U |
| And that bank by the spring I once drank there | V |
| And you called the place Eden you know | M |
| Now I'm banished like Eve though the bank there | V |
| Is belonging to Adams and Co | M |
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| There's the rustle of silk on the sidewalk | P |
| Just now there passed by a tall hat | I |
| But there's gloom in this boom and this wild talk | P |
| Of the future of Poverty Flat | I |
| There's a decorous chill in the air Joe | M |
| Where once we were simple and free | N |
| And I hear they've been making a mayor Joe | M |
| Of the man who shot Sandy McGee | N |
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| But there's still the lap lap of the river | A |
| There's the song of the pines deep and low | M |
| How my longing for them made me quiver | A |
| In the park that they call Fontainebleau | M |
| There's the snow peak that looked on our dances | H |
| And blushed when the morning said Go | M |
| There's a lot that remains which one fancies | W |
| But somehow there's never a Joe | M |
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| Perhaps on the whole it is better | A |
| For you might have been changed like the rest | X |
| Though it's strange that I'm trusting this letter | A |
| To papa just to have it addressed | X |
| He thinks he may find you and really | N |
| Seems kinder now I'm all alone | R |
| You might have been here Joe if merely | N |
| To LOOK what I'm willing to OWN | R |
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| Well well that's all past so good night Joe | M |
| Good night to the river and Flat | I |
| Good night to what's wrong and what's right Joe | M |
| Good night to the past and all that | I |
| To Harrison's barn and its dancers | Y |
| To the moon and the white peak of snow | M |
| And good night to the canyon that answers | Y |
| My Joe with its echo of No | M |
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| P S | Z |
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| I've just got your note You deceiver | A |
| How dared you how COULD you Oh Joe | M |
| To think I've been kept a believer | A |
| In things that were six months ago | M |
| And it's YOU'VE built this house and the bank too | A2 |
| And the mills and the stores and all that | I |
| And for everything changed I must thank YOU | A2 |
| Who have struck it on Poverty Flat | I |
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| How dared you get rich you great stupid | B2 |
| Like papa and some men that I know | M |
| Instead of just trusting to Cupid | C2 |
| And to me for your money Ah Joe | M |
| Just to think you sent never a word dear | A |
| Till you wrote to papa for consent | D2 |
| Now I know why they had me transferred here | A |
| And the health of papa what THAT meant | D2 |
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| Now I know why they call this The Lily | N |
| Why the man who shot Sandy McGee | N |
| You made mayor 'Twas because oh you silly | N |
| He once went down the middle with me | N |
| I've been fooled to the top of my bent here | A |
| So come and ask pardon you know | M |
| That you've still got to get MY consent dear | A |
| And just think what that echo said Joe | M |
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