A Vanished Joy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEECC FFGGHH IIDDCCWhen I was but a little lad of six and seven and eight | A |
One joy I knew that has been lost in customs up to date | A |
Then Saturday was baking day and Mother used to make | B |
The while I stood about and watched the Sunday pies and cake | B |
And I was there to have fulfilled a small boy's fondest wish | C |
The glorious privilege of youth to scrape the frosting dish | C |
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On Saturdays I never left to wander far away | D |
I hovered near the kitchen door on Mother's baking day | D |
The fragrant smell of cooking seemed to hold me in its grip | E |
And naught cared I for other sports while there were sweets to sip | E |
I little cared that all my chums had sought the brook to fish | C |
I chose to wait that moment glad when I could scrape the dish | C |
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Full many a slice of apple I have lifted from a pie | F |
Before the upper crust went on escaping Mother's eye | F |
Full many a time my fingers small in artfulness have strayed | G |
Into some sweet temptation rare which Mother's hands had made | G |
But eager eyed and watery mouthed I craved the greater boon | H |
When Mother let me clean the dish and lick the frosting spoon | H |
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The baking days of old are gone our children cannot know | I |
The glorious joys that childhood owned and loved so long ago | I |
New customs change the lives of all and in their heartless way | D |
They've robbed us of the glad event once known as baking day | D |
The stores provide our every need yet many a time I wish | C |
Our kids could know that bygone thrill and scrape the frosting dish | C |
Edgar Albert Guest
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