At The Feast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABA CCDC EEFE GG DDHD IIJI KKLK MMNM BLB| EVOLVING changing onwards still we press | A |
| We must advance invent construct possess | A |
| No matter what a price we have to pay | B |
| We must obtain perfection and no less | A |
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| Perfection in our luxuries the hours | C |
| Fulfilled of sweetness must be slaves of ours | C |
| Our air be rich with music and soft light | D |
| And all our halls be odorous with flowers | C |
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| How our least want may best be satisfied | E |
| How not a pleasure may be left untried | E |
| How to appease each longing and desire | F |
| This we have learned and something else beside | E |
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| Yes we have learned to know and not to shrink | G |
| From knowing to what depths our brothers sink | G |
| And we have learned the lesson 'not to feel ' | - |
| And we have learned the lesson 'not to think ' | - |
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| We must have learned it otherwise to night | D |
| When sped by wine and feasting time takes flight | D |
| When perfect music searches for our soul | H |
| And all these flowers unfold for our delight | D |
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| We should not hear the music but instead | I |
| Hear that wild bitter heart sick cry for bread | I |
| And in the lamps that light our lavish feast | J |
| Should see but tapers burning for the dead | I |
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| We should not see the myriad blossoms waste | K |
| The bloom of them would be thrust back displaced | K |
| By the white faces of the starving children | L |
| Wasted and wan who might have been flower faced | K |
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| Oh not to think To think and not to care | M |
| Oh woman hearts still do these flowers seem fair | M |
| Can music drown the little piteous voices | N |
| Can you not see the little faces there | M |
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| For 'faring sumptuously every day ' | - |
| For raiment soft and music on our way | B |
| We give the tortured lives of little children | L |
| For such a purchase what a price to pay | B |
Edith Nesbit
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