New Year's Eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBCDDEEC A CFCFGHIHGJKLKMLNCNCN OOPQPQRR STUVTTSWWXBW YFYZZA2A2B2C2C2SD2D2 A2E2F2F2E2G2H2G2WH2V WH2DFDVI2F J2J2XJ2BK2XK2K2P BL2BPL2TM2TM2N2HHN2M 2CCO2V A P2Q2I2I2P2Q2R2S2S2S2 R2| I | A |
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| The other night I had a dream most clear | B |
| And comforting complete | C |
| In every line a crystal sphere | B |
| And full of intimate and secret cheer | B |
| Therefore I will repeat | C |
| That vision dearest heart to you | D |
| As of a thing not feigned but very true | D |
| Yes true as ever in my life befell | E |
| And you perhaps can tell | E |
| Whether my dream was really sad or sweet | C |
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| II | A |
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| The shadows flecked the elm embowered street | C |
| I knew so well long long ago | F |
| And on the pillared porch where Marguerite | C |
| Had sat with me the moonlight lay like snow | F |
| But she my comrade and my friend of youth | G |
| Most gaily wise | H |
| Most innocently loved | I |
| She of the blue grey eyes | H |
| That ever smiled and ever spoke the truth | G |
| From that familiar dwelling where she moved | J |
| Like mirth incarnate in the years before | K |
| Had gone into the hidden house of Death | L |
| I thought the garden wore | K |
| White mourning for her blessed innocence | M |
| And the syringa's breath | L |
| Came from the corner by the fence | N |
| Where she had made her rustic seat | C |
| With fragrance passionate intense | N |
| As if it breathed a sigh for Marguerite | C |
| My heart was heavy with a sense | N |
| Of something good forever gone I sought | O |
| Vainly for some consoling thought | O |
| Some comfortable word that I could say | P |
| To the sad father whom I visited again | Q |
| For the first time since she had gone away | P |
| The bell rang shrill and lonely then | Q |
| The door was opened and I sent my name | R |
| To him but ah 't was Marguerite who came | R |
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| There in the dear old dusky room she stood | S |
| Beneath the lamp just as she used to stand | T |
| In tender mocking mood | U |
| You did not ask for me she said | V |
| And so I will not let you take my hand | T |
| But I must hear what secret talk you planned | T |
| With father Come my friend be good | S |
| And tell me your affairs of state | W |
| Why you have stayed away and made me wait | W |
| So long Sit down beside me here | X |
| And do you know it seemed a year | B |
| Since we have talked together why so late | W |
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| Amazed incredulous confused with joy | Y |
| I hardly dared to show | F |
| And stammering like a boy | Y |
| I took the place she showed me at her side | Z |
| And then the talk flowed on with brimming tide | Z |
| Through the still night | A2 |
| While she with influence light | A2 |
| Controlled it as the moon the flood | B2 |
| She knew where I had been what I had done | C2 |
| What work was planned and what begun | C2 |
| My troubles failures fears she understood | S |
| And touched them with a heart so kind | D2 |
| That every care was melted from my mind | D2 |
| And every hope grew bright | A2 |
| And life seemed moving on to happy ends | E2 |
| Ah what self beggared fool was he | F2 |
| That said a woman cannot be | F2 |
| The very best of friends | E2 |
| Then there were memories of old times | G2 |
| Recalled with many a gentle jest | H2 |
| And at the last she brought the book of rhymes | G2 |
| We made together trying to translate | W |
| The Songs of Heine hers were always best | H2 |
| Now come she said | V |
| To night we will collaborate | W |
| Again I'll put you to the test | H2 |
| Here's one I never found the way to do | D |
| The simplest are the hardest ones you know | F |
| I give this song to you | D |
| And then she read | V |
| Mein kind wir waren Kinder | I2 |
| Zei Kinder jung und froh | F |
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| But all the while a silent question stirred | J2 |
| Within me though I dared not speak the word | J2 |
| Is it herself and is she truly here | X |
| And was I dreaming when I heard | J2 |
| That she was dead last year | B |
| Or was it true and is she but a shade | K2 |
| Who brings a fleeting joy to eye and ear | X |
| Cold though so kind and will she gently fade | K2 |
| When her sweet ghostly part is played | K2 |
| And the light curtain falls at dawn of day | P |
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| But while my heart was troubled by this fear | B |
| So deeply that I could not speak it out | L2 |
| Lest all my happiness should disappear | B |
| I thought me of a cunning way | P |
| To hide the question and dissolve the doubt | L2 |
| Will you not give me now your hand | T |
| Dear Marguerite I asked to touch and hold | M2 |
| That by this token I may understand | T |
| You are the same true friend you were of old | M2 |
| She answered with a smile so bright and calm | N2 |
| It seemed as if I saw new stars arise | H |
| In the deep heaven of her eyes | H |
| And smiling so she laid her palm | N2 |
| In mine Dear God it was not cold | M2 |
| But warm with vital heat | C |
| You live I cried you live dear Marguerite | C |
| Then I awoke but strangely comforted | O2 |
| Although I knew again that she was dead | V |
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| III | A |
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| Yes there's the dream And was it sweet or sad | P2 |
| Dear mistress of my waking and my sleep | Q2 |
| Present reward of all my heart's desire | I2 |
| Watching with me beside the winter fire | I2 |
| Interpret now this vision that I had | P2 |
| But while you read the meaning let me keep | Q2 |
| The touch of you for the Old Year with storm | R2 |
| Is passing through the midnight and doth shake | S2 |
| The corners of the house man oh my heart would break | S2 |
| Unless both dreaming and awake | S2 |
| My hand could feel your hand was warm warm warm | R2 |
Henry Van Dyke
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