The Carver And The Caliph Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFFG HHIJKK LMMMMMNN OOMMPPQQRRMMMMSSTTMM MMUQVV MMMMKWMM

We lay our story in the EastA
Because 'tis Eastern Not the leastA
We place it there because we fearB
To bring its parable too nearB
And seem to touch with impious handC
Our dear confiding native landC
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HAROUN ALRASCHID in the daysD
He went about his vagrant waysD
And prowled at eve for good or badE
In lanes and alleys of BAGDADE
Once found at edge of the bazaarF
E'en where the poorest workers areF
A CarverG
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Fair his work and fineH
With mysteries of inlaced designH
And shapes of shut significanceI
To aught but an anointed glanceJ
The dreams and visions that grow plainK
In darkened chambers of the brainK
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And all day busily he wroughtL
From dawn to eve but no one boughtM
Save when some Jew with look askantM
Or keen eyed Greek from the LevantM
Would pause awhile depreciateM
Then buy a month's work by the weightM
Bearing it swiftly over seasN
To garnish rich men's treasuriesN
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And now for long none bought at allO
So lay he sullen in his stallO
Him thus withdrawn the Caliph foundM
And smote his staff upon the groundM
Ho there within Hast wares to sellP
Or slumber'st having dined too wellP
'Dined ' quoth the man with angry eyesQ
How should I dine when no one buysQ
Nay said the other answering lowR
Nay I but jested Is it soR
Take then this coin but take besideM
A counsel friend thou hast not triedM
This craft of thine the mart to suitM
Is too refined remote minuteM
These small conceptions can but failS
'Twere best to work on larger scaleS
And rather choose such themes as wearT
More of the earth and less of airT
The fisherman that hauls his netM
The merchants in the market setM
The couriers posting in the streetM
The gossips as they pass and greetM
These these are clear to all men's eyeU
Therefore with these they sympathizeQ
Further neglect not this adviceV
Be sure to ask three times the priceV
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The Carver sadly shook his headM
He knew 'twas truth the Caliph saidM
From that day forth his work was plannedM
So that the world might understandM
He carved it deeper and more plainK
He carved it thrice as large againW
He sold it too for thrice the costM
Ah but the Artist that was lostM

Henry Austin Dobson



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