Unofficial Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAB CDDED FGGGG GGGGG HIIH GGGGG AJJA HHHHH HKKHK LGGLG GGGGG GMAGA GGGGG| ONE morning my heart can remember | A |
| I sat dreaming there | B |
| In the 'governor's' chair | B |
| In the office The month was November | A |
| And the weather a subject for prayer | B |
| - | |
| - | |
| My mind strayed through visions unbounded | C |
| Far off seemed the din | D |
| That King William Street's in | D |
| And the quill of the 'junior' sounded | E |
| Like the squeak of an elf's violin | D |
| - | |
| - | |
| I was roused with a start some one entered | F |
| Though ground glass divide | G |
| Off the sanctum inside | G |
| The star where my homage was centred | G |
| In the office without I descried | G |
| - | |
| - | |
| 'Oh kind Fate to bring me my Kitty | G |
| The boy I can send | G |
| At the bank to attend | G |
| One partner's just gone from the City | G |
| And the other is at the West End | G |
| - | |
| - | |
| 'Change two pounds boy for threepenny pieces | H |
| And there isn't a franc | I |
| In the place I will thank | I |
| You to take down these coupons from Creasy's | H |
| To the London and Westminster Bank ' | - |
| - | |
| - | |
| He is gone This can never be Kitty | G |
| Alone here with me | G |
| Can this ever be she | G |
| Laughing here in the heart of the City | G |
| With the old office cat on her knee | G |
| - | |
| - | |
| 'I hope Ben ' she says 'you are stronger | A |
| And I hope it's not true | J |
| Work is injuring you | J |
| And I'd better not stay any longer | A |
| As you seem to have so much to do ' | - |
| - | |
| - | |
| But she does not go yet Still she lingers | H |
| Dry deed boxes press | H |
| The crisp folds of her dress | H |
| While the desk feels inquisitive fingers | H |
| In a touch that is half a caress | H |
| - | |
| - | |
| Now dreary and quiet the place is | H |
| Here's the space on the floor | K |
| I remember of yore | K |
| Which was brushed by her ribbons and laces | H |
| As she smiled her 'good bye' at the door | K |
| - | |
| - | |
| The violets she wore in her bosom | L |
| So scented dew wet | G |
| Are hard to forget | G |
| The dim office grew fair with each blossom | L |
| And their fragrance seems haunting it yet | G |
| - | |
| - | |
| I'm in partnership now with old Bradley | G |
| His brother is dead | G |
| So I stand as the Head | G |
| Of affairs and I'm thinking thus sadly | G |
| Of the sweetness of days that have fled | G |
| - | |
| - | |
| My Wimbledon house all that's in it | G |
| My life with its dower | M |
| Of money bag power | A |
| I would throw to the dogs in a minute | G |
| To recall from those days but one hour | A |
| - | |
| - | |
| Lost light of my eyes little Kitty | G |
| Too late now too late | G |
| But I'd give my estate | G |
| To be once more a clerk in the City | G |
| In the office with you t te t te | G |
Edith Nesbit
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About Unofficial
Unofficial is a poem by Edith Nesbit. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about Unofficial poem by Edith Nesbit
Best Poems of Edith Nesbit
