The Hidden City Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE CFGFH IB JKLK KM N O PQ Q RAR QSQS C TUIB B| It was the schooner Desperate | A |
| That sailed the southern sea | B |
| And the skipper had brought his little daughter | C |
| To our centenary | B |
| Blue were her eyes and plucked her brow | D |
| Where she wore a golden curl | E |
| Yet 'spite her looks she was somehow | D |
| A shrewd observant girl | E |
| - | |
| But and spake an old sailor | C |
| Who had been that way before | F |
| 'I pray don't land at yonder port | G |
| Lest your girl count it a bore | F |
| Last year the town had a handsome street | H |
| This year no street we see ' | - |
| 'Why ' asked the skipper 'Poles ' said the tar | I |
| And a sneering laugh laughed he | B |
| - | |
| For an alderman had spoken | J |
| Who had known the ropes long since | K |
| And he said 'Where are them sticks an' rag | L |
| We had for that other Prince | K |
| Let's stick 'em up in the street again ' | - |
| Said the mayor 'Don't be a quince | K |
| We'll have some new bright painted ones | M |
| And let the aesthetes wince ' | - |
| - | |
| 'Father ' the skipper's daughter cried | N |
| 'No fair city I see ' | - |
| 'It is behind them decorations lass | O |
| Them candy sticks you see ' | - |
| 'But father why do they stand there | P |
| All orange smeared and red | Q |
| Like garish clowns in a stately street ' | - |
| 'Search me ' the skipper said | Q |
| - | |
| 'Oh father What are those nightmare things | R |
| Those gadgets brightly lit | A |
| Let us away on urgent wings | R |
| Or I fear I'll have a fit ' | - |
| 'Courage my child ' the skipper said | Q |
| Curb your aesthetic sense | S |
| And close your eyes and cover your head | Q |
| And I shall bear you hence | S |
| - | |
| 'Come hither come hither my little daughter | C |
| And do not tremble so ' | - |
| He wrapped her up in his seaman's coat | T |
| 'Come ' said he 'let us go | U |
| Out where no poles or pylons are | I |
| And no centenary | B |
| To a scene that no man's hand may mar ' | - |
| And he steered for the open sea | B |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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