Clare Market Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAA EEFFGGHHAA IIFFJJKKAA LLMMFFJJAA| In the market of Clare so cheery the glare | A |
| Of the shops and the booths of the tradespeople there | A |
| That I take a delight on a Saturday night | B |
| In walking that way and in viewing the sight | B |
| For it's here that one sees all the objects that please | C |
| New patterns in silk and old patterns in cheese | C |
| For the girls pretty toys rude alarums for boys | D |
| And baubles galore while discretion enjoys | D |
| But here I forbear for I really despair | A |
| Of naming the wealth of the market of Clare | A |
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| A rich man comes down from the elegant town | E |
| And looks at it all with an ominous frown | E |
| He seems to despise the grandiloquent cries | F |
| Of the vender proclaiming his puddings and pies | F |
| And sniffing he goes through the lanes that disclose | G |
| Much cause for disgust to his sensitive nose | G |
| And free of the crowd he admits he is proud | H |
| That elsewhere in London this thing's not allowed | H |
| He has seen nothing there but filth everywhere | A |
| And he's glad to get out of the market of Clare | A |
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| But the child that has come from the gloom of the slum | I |
| Is charmed by the magic of dazzle and hum | I |
| He feasts his big eyes on the cakes and the pies | F |
| And they seem to grow green and protrude with surprise | F |
| At the goodies they vend and the toys without end | J |
| And it's oh if he had but a penny to spend | J |
| But alas he must gaze in a hopeless amaze | K |
| At treasures that glitter and torches that blaze | K |
| What sense of despair in this world can compare | A |
| With that of the waif in the market of Clare | A |
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| So on Saturday night when my custom invites | L |
| A stroll in old London for curious sights | L |
| I am likely to stray by a devious way | M |
| Where goodies are spread in a motley array | M |
| The things which some eyes would appear to despise | F |
| Impress me as pathos in homely disguise | F |
| And my battered waif friend shall have pennies to spend | J |
| So long as I've got 'em or chums that will lend | J |
| And the urchin shall share in my joy and declare | A |
| That there's beauty and good in the market of Clare | A |
Eugene Field
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