From An Upper Verandah Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCB DBDB BBBB BBBB EBEB BBBB BBBBFBFB GB GB FBFB| What happier haunt could the gods allot | A |
| For loftiest musing to sage or bard | B |
| Yet I would that this upper verandah did not | A |
| Look down on my beautiful Neighbour's Back yard | B |
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| I stir the afflatus Descend O ye Nine | C |
| Let the crystalline gates of the soul be unbarred | B |
| No My thoughts will keep running in one fixed line | C |
| The clothes line that hangs in my Neighbour's Back yard | B |
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| Let me gaze on the hills let me think of the sea | D |
| Of the dawn rosy fingered the night silver starred | B |
| What dear little feet must the owner's be | D |
| Of those stockings that hang in my Neighbour's Back yard | B |
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| Let me tune my soul to a measure devout | B |
| Ah the musical mood is all jangled and jarred | B |
| While things with borders and things without | B |
| Keep flutt'ring down there in my Neighbour's Back yard | B |
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| Are the True and the Good and the Beautiful dead | B |
| That I win not one gleam of Pierian regard | B |
| Does she suffer I wonder from cold in the head | B |
| Such a lot of mouchoirs in my Neighbour's Back yard | B |
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| Comes the fit While it sways me high themes would I sing | E |
| Prometheus Achilles Have at you En grade | B |
| Alexander the Great oh that I were a string | E |
| On that apron hung out in my Neighbour's Back yard | B |
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| I will shut my eyes fast I have hit it at last | B |
| Now my purest Ideals flit by me unmarred | B |
| And odours of memory rise from the past | B |
| And an odour of suds from my Neighbour's Back yard | B |
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| Ah yes when the eyelids together are prest | B |
| Every vestige of earth we throw off and discard | B |
| These are flannels I think Is she weak in the chest | B |
| There I'm looking again at my Neighbour's Back yard | B |
| Since the Muses back out let Philosophy in | F |
| Let me ponder its problems cold and hard | B |
| Ah Philosophy dies in a celibate grin | F |
| At that bolster case down in my Neighbour's Back yard | B |
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| Oh shame on my rapidly silvering hairs | G |
| Oh shame on this veteran battered and scarred | B |
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| I to be witched with these frilled affairs | G |
| Confound my neighbour Confound her Back yard | B |
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| Why seek for the blossoms of Auld Lang Syne | F |
| When the boughs where they budded are blasted and charred | B |
| Faugh the whole concern's too alkaline | F |
| It's washing day in my Neighbour's Back yard | B |
James Brunton Stephens
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