The Auction Sale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCACADEEFEEEGHIJEK I LMNOHPEPEEEE QEQQEEERSEETECC EUVVWEEEEVVWIWCXCX YQYEVETCIEI CVZCEA2EEEEEZB2C2B2 EA2QD2EQ VEVE2EF2E EQCG2QWCCQWQH2QWG2IG 2 VI2FEJ2OOJ2 EVVK2A2L2L2EVA2XVEEQ M2IEI EN2N2O2N2VV QQWHP2Q2WP2QA2R2QER2 EE A2OES2EER2ET2T2QVEVR OT2VU2MT2 T2VEEET2EEEEEEWV2EA2 WWW A2QT2EQT2T2EW2QO| Within the great grey flapping tent | A |
| The damp crowd stood or stamped about | B |
| And some came in and some went out | B |
| To drink the moist November air | C |
| None fainted though a few looked spent | A |
| And eyed some empty unbought chair | C |
| It was getting on And all had meant | A |
| Not to go home with empty hands | D |
| But full of gain at little cost | E |
| Of mirror vase or vinaigrette | E |
| Yet often after certain sales | F |
| Some looked relieved that they had lost | E |
| Others at having won upset | E |
| Two men from London sat apart | E |
| Both from the rest and each from each | G |
| One man in grey and one in brown | H |
| And each ignored the others face | I |
| And both ignored the endless stream | J |
| Of bed and bedside cabinet | E |
| Gazing intent upon the floor | K |
| And they were strangers in that place | I |
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| Two other men competing now | L |
| Locals whom everybody knew | M |
| In shillings genially strove | N |
| For some small thing in ormolu | O |
| Neither was eager one looked down | H |
| Blankly at eighty four and then | P |
| Rallied again at eighty eight | E |
| And took it off at four pounds ten | P |
| The loser grimly shook his fist | E |
| But friendly there was nothing meant | E |
| Little gained was little missed | E |
| And there was smiling in the tent | E |
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| The auctioneer paused to drink | Q |
| And wiped his lips and looked about | E |
| Engaged in whispered colloquoy | Q |
| The clerk who frowned and seemed to think | Q |
| And murmured Why not do it next | E |
| The auctioneer though full of doubt | E |
| Unacquiescent rather vexed | E |
| At last agreed and at his sign | R |
| Two ministrants came softly forth | S |
| And lifted in an ashen shroud | E |
| Something extremely carefully packed | E |
| Which might have been some sort of frame | T |
| And was a picture frame in fact | E |
| They steadied it gently and with care | C |
| And held it covered standing there | C |
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| The auctioneer again looked round | E |
| And smiled uneasily at friends | U |
| And said Well friends I have to say | V |
| Something I have not said to day | V |
| There's a reserve upon this number | W |
| It is a picture which though unsigned | E |
| Is thought to be of a superior kind | E |
| So I am sure you gentlemen will not mind | E |
| If I tell you at once before we start | E |
| That what I have been asked to say | V |
| Is as I have said to say | V |
| There's a reserve upon this number | W |
| There was a rustle in that place | I |
| And some awoke as though from slumber | W |
| And some disturbance fluttered there | C |
| And as if summoned to begin | X |
| Those who had stepped outside for air | C |
| Retrieved themselves and stepped back in | X |
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| The ministrants two local boys | Y |
| Experienced in this sort of work | Q |
| And careful not to make too much noise | Y |
| Reached forward to unhook the shroud | E |
| Which slowly opening fell away | V |
| And on the public gaze released | E |
| The prospect of a great gold frame | T |
| That through the reluctant leaden air | C |
| Flashed a mature unsullied grace | I |
| Into the faces of the crowd | E |
| And there was silence in that place | I |
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| Effulgent in the Paduan air | C |
| Ardent to yield the Venus lay | V |
| Naked upon the sunwarmed earth | Z |
| Bronze and bright and crisp her hair | C |
| By the right hand of Mars caressed | E |
| Who sunk beside her on his knee | A2 |
| His mouth towards her mouth inclined | E |
| His left hand near her silken breast | E |
| Flowers about them sprang and twined | E |
| Accomplished Cupids leaped and sported | E |
| And three with dimpled arms enlaced | E |
| And brimming gaze of stifled mirth | Z |
| Looked wisely on at Mars's nape | B2 |
| While others played with horns and pikes | C2 |
| Or smaller objects of like shape | B2 |
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| And there was silence in the tent | E |
| They gazed in silence silently | A2 |
| The wind dropped down no longer shook | Q |
| The flapping sides and gaping holes | D2 |
| And some moved back and others went | E |
| Closer to get a better look | Q |
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| In ritual amorous delay | V |
| Venus deposed her sheltering hand | E |
| Where her bright belly's aureate day | V |
| Melted down to dusk about her groin | E2 |
| And as from words that Mars had said | E |
| Into that hidden subtle ear | F2 |
| She turned away her shining head | E |
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| The auctioneer cleared his throat | E |
| And said I am sure I'm right in feeling | Q |
| You will not feel it is at all unfair | C |
| For what when all is said and done | G2 |
| Is a work of very artistic painting | Q |
| And not to be classed with common lumber | W |
| And anyway extremely rare | C |
| You will not feel it at all unfair | C |
| If I mention again before proceeding | Q |
| There's a reserve upon this number | W |
| Someone was heard to say with meaning | Q |
| What did I hear him say reserve | H2 |
| Meaning of course a different meaning | Q |
| This was a man from Sturminster | W |
| Renowned for a quiet sense of fun | G2 |
| And there was laughter in that place | I |
| Though not of course from everyone | G2 |
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| A calm and gentle mile away | V |
| Among the trees a river ran | I2 |
| Boated with blue and scarlet sails | F |
| A towered auburn city stood | E |
| Beyond them on the burnished heights | J2 |
| And afar off and over all | O |
| The azure day for mile on mile | O |
| Unrolled towards the Dolomites | J2 |
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| The auctioneer said | E |
| I very much fear I have to say | V |
| I'm afraid we cannot look all day | V |
| The reserve is seven hundred pounds | K2 |
| Will anyone offer me seven fifty | A2 |
| Seven thirty Twenty five | L2 |
| Thank you sir Seven twenty five | L2 |
| It was the man in brown who nodded | E |
| Soon to be joined by him in grey | V |
| The bidding started quietly | A2 |
| No one from locally joined in | X |
| Left to the men from London way | V |
| The auctioneer took proper pride | E |
| And knew the proper way to guide | E |
| By pause by silence and by tapping | Q |
| The bidding toward a proper price | M2 |
| And each of the two with unmoved face | I |
| Would nod and pause and nod and wait | E |
| And there was tension in that place | I |
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| And still within the Paduan field | E |
| The silent summenr scene stood by | N2 |
| The sails the hill tops and the sky | N2 |
| And the bright warmth of Venus' glance | O2 |
| That had for centuries caught the eye | N2 |
| Of whosoever looked that way | V |
| And now caught theirs on this far day | V |
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| Two people only did not look | Q |
| They were the men so calmly nodding | Q |
| Intently staring at the floor | W |
| Though one of them the one in brown | H |
| Would sometimes slowly lift his gaze | P2 |
| And stare up towards the canvas roof | Q2 |
| Whereat a few men standing near | W |
| Inquiring eyes would also raise | P2 |
| To try and see what he was seeing | Q |
| The bidding mounted steadily | A2 |
| With silent nod or murmured yes | R2 |
| And passed the fifteen hundred mark | Q |
| And well beyond and far beyond | E |
| A nodding strife without success | R2 |
| Till suddenly with one soft word | E |
| Something unusual occurred | E |
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| The auctioneer had asked politely | A2 |
| With querying look and quiet smile | O |
| Come then may I say two thousand | E |
| There was the customary pause | S2 |
| When suddenly with one soft word | E |
| Another voice was strangely heard | E |
| To join in saying plainly Yes | R2 |
| Not their voices but a third | E |
| Everyone turned in some surprise | T2 |
| To look and see and recognise | T2 |
| A young man who some time ago | Q |
| Had taken a farm out Stalbridge way | V |
| A very pleasant young man but quiet | E |
| Though always a friendly word to say | V |
| Though no one in the dealing line | R |
| But quiet and rather unsuccessful | O |
| And often seen about the place | T2 |
| At outings or on market day | V |
| And very polite and inoffensive | U2 |
| And quiet as anyone would tell you | M |
| But not from round here in any case | T2 |
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| The auctioneer in some surprise | T2 |
| Said Please sir did I hear you say | V |
| Yes to two thousand Is that bid | E |
| Twenty hundred am I bid | E |
| The two were silent and the third | E |
| The young man answered plainly Yes | T2 |
| Yes Two thousand Yes I did | E |
| Meaning that he had said that word | E |
| Ah yes Yes thank you sir concurred | E |
| The auctioneer surprised but glad | E |
| To know that he had rightly heard | E |
| And added Well then I may proceed | E |
| I am bid two thousand for this picture | W |
| Any advance upon that sum | V2 |
| Any advance upon two thousand | E |
| May I say two thousand twenty | A2 |
| Twenty Thirty Thank you sir | W |
| May I say forty Thank you sir | W |
| Fifty You sir Thank you sir | W |
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| And now instead of two the three | A2 |
| Competed in the bargaining | Q |
| There was amazement in that place | T2 |
| But still it gave as someone said | E |
| A sort of interest to the thing | Q |
| The young man nodded with the others | T2 |
| And it was seen his nice young face | T2 |
| Had lost its flush and now was white | E |
| And those who stood quite near to him | W2 |
| Said later of course they did not speak | Q |
| Whil | O |
Henry Reed
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