Mrs. Smith Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDE FFGHHG IIGJJG KKALLA MMNOPN QQRSSR TTGUVG WWXYYX| Last year I trod these fields with Di | A |
| Fields fresh with clover and with rye | B |
| They now seem arid | C |
| Then Di was fair and single how | D |
| Unfair it seems on me for now | D |
| Di's fair and married | E |
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| A blissful swain I scorn'd the song | F |
| Which says that though young Love is strong | F |
| The Fates are stronger | G |
| Breezes then blew a boon to men | H |
| The buttercups were bright and then | H |
| This grass was longer | G |
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| That day I saw and much esteem'd | I |
| Di's ankles which the clover seem'd | I |
| Inclined to smother | G |
| It twitch'd and soon untied for fun | J |
| The ribbon of her shoes first one | J |
| And then the other | G |
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| I'm told that virgins augur some | K |
| Misfortune if their shoe strings come | K |
| To grief on Friday | A |
| And so did Di and then her pride | L |
| Decreed that shoe strings so untied | L |
| Are so untidy | A |
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| Of course I knelt with fingers deft | M |
| I tied the right and then the left | M |
| Says Di The stubble | N |
| Is very stupid as I live | O |
| I'm quite ashamed I'm shock'd to give | P |
| You so much trouble | N |
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| For answer I was fain to sink | Q |
| To what we all would say and think | Q |
| Were Beauty present | R |
| Don't mention such a simple act | S |
| A trouble not the least in fact | S |
| It's rather pleasant | R |
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| I trust that Love will never tease | T |
| Poor little Di or prove that he's | T |
| A graceless rover | G |
| She's happy now as Mrs Smith | U |
| And less polite when walking with | V |
| Her chosen lover | G |
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| Heigh ho Although no moral clings | W |
| To Di's blue eyes and sandal strings | W |
| We've had our quarrels | X |
| I think that Smith is thought an ass | Y |
| I know that when they walk in grass | Y |
| She wears balmorals | X |
Frederick Locker-lampson
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