The Last Ditch Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNON PQP RSRS| LOVE through your varied views on Art | A |
| Untiring have I followed you | B |
| Content to know I had your heart | A |
| And was your Art ideal too | B |
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| As dear I was when first we met | C |
| 'Twas at the time you worshipped Leighton | D |
| And were attempting to forget | C |
| Your Foster and your Noel Paton | D |
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| 'Love rhymes with Art ' said your dear voice | E |
| And at my crude uncultured age | F |
| I could but blushingly rejoice | E |
| That you had passed the Rubens stage | F |
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| When Madox Brown and Morris swayed | G |
| Your taste did I not dress and look | H |
| Like any Middle Ages maid | G |
| In an illuminated book | H |
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| I wore strange garments without shame | I |
| Of formless form and toneless tones | J |
| I might have stepped out of the frame | I |
| Of a Rossetti or Burne Jones | J |
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| I stole soft frills from Marcus Stone | K |
| My waist wore Herkomer's disguise | L |
| My slender purse was strained I own | K |
| But my silk lay as Sargent's lies | L |
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| And when you were abroad in Prague | M |
| 'Mid Cherets I had shone a star | N |
| Then for your sake I grew as vague | O |
| As Mr Whistler's ladies are | N |
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| But now at last you sue in vain | P |
| For here a life's submission ends | Q |
| Not even for you will I grow plain | P |
| As Aubrey Beardsley's 'lady friends ' | - |
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| Here I renounce your hand unless | R |
| You find your Art ideal elsewhere | S |
| I will not wear the kind of dress | R |
| That Laurence Housman's people wear | S |
Edith Nesbit
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