Ezra J. M'manus To A Soubrette. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFG HIJIDBKB ILMLNDOD PLQQIBCB QLQLRSIS IBQBTIII'Tis years soubrette since last we met | A |
And yet ah yet how swift and tender | B |
My thoughts go back in Time's dull track | C |
To you sweet pink of female gender | B |
I shall not say though others may | D |
That time all human joy enhances | E |
But the same old thrill comes to me still | F |
With memories of your songs and dances | G |
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Soubrettish ways these latter days | H |
Invite my praise but never get it | I |
I still am true to yours and you | J |
My record's made I'll not upset it | I |
The pranks they play the things they say | D |
I'd blush to put the like on paper | B |
And I'll avow they don't know how | K |
To dance so awkwardly they caper | B |
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I used to sit down in the pit | I |
And see you flit like elf or fairy | L |
Across the stage and I'll engage | M |
No moonbeam sprite were half so airy | L |
Lo everywhere about me there | N |
Were rivals reeking with pomatum | D |
And if perchance they caught a glance | O |
In song or dance how did I hate 'em | D |
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At half past ten came rapture then | P |
Of all those men was I most happy | L |
For wine and things and food for kings | Q |
And tete a tetes were on the tapis | Q |
Did you forget my fair soubrette | I |
Those suppers in the Cafe Rector | B |
The cozy nook where we partook | C |
Of sweeter draughts than fabled nectar | B |
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Oh happy days when youth's wild ways | Q |
Knew every phase of harmless folly | L |
Oh blissful nights whose fierce delights | Q |
Defied gaunt featured Melancholy | L |
Gone are they all beyond recall | R |
And I a shade a mere reflection | S |
Am forced to feed my spirits' greed | I |
Upon the husks of retrospection | S |
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And lo to night the phantom light | I |
That as a sprite flits on the fender | B |
Reveals a face whose girlish grace | Q |
Brings back the feeling warm and tender | B |
And all the while the old time smile | T |
Plays on my visage grim and wrinkled | I |
As though soubrette your footfalls yet | I |
Upon my rusty heart strings tinkled | I |
Eugene Field
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