A Barren "idealty." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDDEFFE GGHIIHCCJKLJ MMNBBJJJOMMO PPQJJQJJQJJJ

This song that I singA
It is not of a springA
Nor yet of a silvery streamB
But of a vision brightC
Which came last nightC
In the garb of a blissful dreamB
When I thought as I layD
It was Thanksgiving DayD
And I was invited to dineE
Where a table stoodF
On which everything goodF
Spread a feast that was almost divineE
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Where the savors aroseG
Right under my noseG
From turkey and pumpkin piesH
And from jolly roast pigI
Were slices as bigI
As some of the campaign liesH
And celery so whiteC
'Twas a thing of delightC
To bite the crisp stalks in twoJ
And the cranberry sauceK
Oh I tell you 'twas bossL
And flanked by an oyster stewJ
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Where the bread and the cakeM
The best they can bakeM
Were cut into slices heroicN
And the amber ice creamB
Melted into my dreamB
Like love to the heart of a 'poet'J
And they heaped up my plateJ
And I sat there and ateJ
Till I awoke with a yellO
And a shiver and shakeM
And a pain and an acheM
That rudely my dream did dispelO
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But dreams as you knowP
By contraries goP
And thus I fear if it will beQ
With the one of delightJ
That came last nightJ
When I feasted so heartilyQ
And Thanksgiving DayJ
In the usual wayJ
Will come to me don't you seeQ
And the dinner I hadJ
And the ache that was badJ
Prove a barren idealtyJ

George W. Doneghy



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