Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude Iv. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCADEDDEFFGGH IJIJIEEIKKLLMBBB BNBNOBB

When the long murmur of applauseA
That greeted the Musician's layB
Had slowly buzzed itself awayB
And the long talk of Spectre ShipsC
That followed died upon their lipsC
And came unto a natural pauseA
'These tales you tell are one and allD
Of the Old World ' the Poet saidE
'Flowers gathered from a crumbling wallD
Dead leaves that rustle as they fallD
Let me present you in their steadE
Something of our New England earthF
A tale which though of no great worthF
Has still this merit that it yieldsG
A certain freshness of the fieldsG
A sweetness as of home made bread 'H
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The Student answered 'Be discreetI
For if the flour be fresh and soundJ
And if the bread be light and sweetI
Who careth in what mill 't was groundJ
Or of what oven felt the heatI
Unless as old Cervantes saidE
You are looking after better breadE
Than any that is made of wheatI
You know that people nowadaysK
To what is old give little praiseK
All must be new in prose and verseL
They want hot bread or something worseL
Fresh every morning and half bakedM
The wholesome bread of yesterdayB
Too stale for them is thrown awayB
Nor is their thirst with water slakedB
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As oft we see the sky in MayB
Threaten to rain and yet not rainN
The Poet's face before so gayB
Was clouded with a look of painN
But suddenly brightened up againO
And without further let or stayB
He told his tale of yesterdayB

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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