Old Trails Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DADA EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL AMAM NONO PQRQ STST UQUQ VQWQ QKQK XBYB ZA2ZB2 DC2DC2 BD2BD2 QZQZ ZQZQ E2F2E2G2 ZH2ZH2 I2AI2A ZJ2ZJ2 ZQZQ K2ZK2Z| Washington Square | A |
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| I met him as one meets a ghost or two | B |
| Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel | C |
| King Solomon was right there's nothing new | B |
| Said he Behold a ruin who meant well | C |
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| He led me down familiar steps again | D |
| Appealingly and set me in a chair | A |
| My dreams have all come true to other men | D |
| Said he God lives however and why care | A |
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| An hour among the ghosts will do no harm | E |
| He laughed and something glad within me sank | F |
| I may have eyed him with a faint alarm | E |
| For now his laugh was lost in what he drank | F |
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| They chill things here with ice from hell he said | G |
| I might have known it And he made a face | H |
| That showed again how much of him was dead | G |
| And how much was alive and out of place | H |
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| And out of reach He knew as well as I | I |
| That all the words of wise men who are skilled | J |
| In using them are not much to defy | I |
| What comes when memory meets the unfulfilled | J |
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| What evil and infirm perversity | K |
| Had been at work with him to bring him back | L |
| Never among the ghosts assuredly | K |
| Would he originate a new attack | L |
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| Never among the ghosts or anywhere | A |
| Till what was dead of him was put away | M |
| Would he attain to his offended share | A |
| Of honor among others of his day | M |
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| You ponder like an owl he said at last | N |
| You always did and here you have a cause | O |
| For I'm a confirmation of the past | N |
| A vengeance and a flowering of what was | O |
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| Sorry Of course you are though you compress | P |
| With even your most impenetrable fears | Q |
| A placid and a proper consciousness | R |
| Of anxious angels over my arrears | Q |
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| I see them there against me in a book | S |
| As large as hope in ink that shines by night | T |
| For sure I see but now I'd rather look | S |
| At you and you are not a pleasant sight | T |
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| Forbear forgive Ten years are on my soul | U |
| And on my conscience I've an incubus | Q |
| My one distinction and a parlous toll | U |
| To glory but hope lives on clamorous | Q |
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| 'Twas hope though heaven I grant you knows of what | V |
| The kind that blinks and rises when it falls | Q |
| Whether it sees a reason why or not | W |
| That heard Broadway's hard throated siren calls | Q |
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| 'Twas hope that brought me through December storms | Q |
| To shores again where I'll not have to be | K |
| A lonely man with only foreign worms | Q |
| To cheer him in his last obscurity | K |
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| But what it was that hurried me down here | X |
| To be among the ghosts I leave to you | B |
| My thanks are yours no less for one thing clear | Y |
| Though you are silent what you say is true | B |
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| There may have been the devil in my feet | Z |
| For down I blundered like a fugitive | A2 |
| To find the old room in Eleventh Street | Z |
| God save us I came here again to live | B2 |
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| We rose at that and all the ghosts rose then | D |
| And followed us unseen to his old room | C2 |
| No longer a good place for living men | D |
| We found it and we shivered in the gloom | C2 |
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| The goods he took away from there were few | B |
| And soon we found ourselves outside once more | D2 |
| Where now the lamps along the Avenue | B |
| Bloomed white for miles above an iron floor | D2 |
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| Now lead me to the newest of hotels | Q |
| He said and let your spleen be undeceived | Z |
| This ruin is not myself but some one else | Q |
| I haven't failed I've merely not achieved | Z |
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| Whether he knew or not he laughed and dined | Z |
| With more of an immune regardlessness | Q |
| Of pits before him and of sands behind | Z |
| Than many a child at forty would confess | Q |
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| And after when the bells in 'Boris' rang | E2 |
| Their tumult at the Metropolitan | F2 |
| He rocked himself and I believe he sang | E2 |
| God lives he crooned aloud and I'm the man | G2 |
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| He was And even though the creature spoiled | Z |
| All prophecies I cherish his acclaim | H2 |
| Three weeks he fattened and five years he toiled | Z |
| In Yonkers and then sauntered into fame | H2 |
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| And he may go now to what streets he will | I2 |
| Eleventh or the last and little care | A |
| But he would find the old room very still | I2 |
| Of evenings and the ghosts would all be there | A |
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| I doubt if he goes after them I doubt | Z |
| If many of them ever come to him | J2 |
| His memories are like lamps and they go out | Z |
| Or if they burn they flicker and are dim | J2 |
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| A light of other gleams he has to day | Z |
| And adulations of applauding hosts | Q |
| A famous danger but a safer way | Z |
| Than growing old alone among the ghosts | Q |
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| But we may still be glad that we were wrong | K2 |
| He fooled us and we'd shrivel to deny it | Z |
| Though sometimes when old echoes ring too long | K2 |
| I wish the bells in 'Boris' would be quiet | Z |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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