To A Soubrette Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFG HIJIDBKB ILMLNDOD PLQOIBCB OLOLRSIS IBOBTIII| '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 was half so airy | L |
| Lo everywhere about me there | N |
| Were rivals reeking with pomatum | D |
| And if perchance they caught your 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 bottled beer and royal cheer | Q |
| And tetes a tetes were on the tapis | O |
| Do you forget my fair soubrette | I |
| Those suppers at the Cafe Rector | B |
| The cosey nook where we partook | C |
| Of sweeter cheer than fabled nectar | B |
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| Oh happy days when youth's wild ways | O |
| Knew every phase of harmless folly | L |
| Oh blissful nights whose fierce delights | O |
| 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 spirit's 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 | O |
| 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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