In A 'bus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A SPRING CONTRASTA
A quarter of a century agoneB
Just such a face as this upon me shoneB
And in a 'bus tooC
And then as now it was the warm springtideC
And then as now there was no soul insideC
Excepting us twoC
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There are the same blue eyes the delicate noseD
Same rosebud mouth and cheeks of blushful roseD
Same chin bewitchingE
Same throat of sheeny white and perfect mouldC
Same light brown hair with scattered threads of goldC
The brown enrichingE
Ah how this present beauty's counterpartC
Woke instant tumult in my fluttering heartC
Pain pleasure blendedC
Yet this one is as beautiful as thatC
Dear me why don't my heart go pit a patC
Now as it then didC
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One glance of those bright eyes and all was o'erF
I wished to die at least I cared no moreG
For life without herF
These glancing on me now are quite as fairH
Yet strange to say I do not seem to careH
One bit about herF
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I wished I were a glove upon that handC
The eardrop in her ear the zone that spannedC
Her waist so trimlyI
And now in view of equal charms the blissJ
Of such astounding metamorphosisK
I see but dimlyI
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Well I recall the mad desire to hearL
Her name who turned the common atmosphereM
To heavenly etherF
Why is it that I do not now as thenB
Care twopence if the name be M or NB
Or both or neitherF
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Well I remember how I longed to payN
Her fare or in some other lordly wayN
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Impress her dulyI
Why is it then though not less generous grownB
I'm better pleased this nymph should pay her ownB
Than mulct yours trulyI
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And how quick soaring hope as quickly fellI
When I descried a military swellI
Her brooch portrayed inB
Why is it then 'twould leave me undistressedC
If a whole regiment adorned the breastC
Of this fair maidenB
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And how my anguish when she drew her gloveO
And showed the plain gold sign of wedded loveO
Refused assuagementC
Why is it that I do not care a jotC
If this one wears such fateful ring or notC
Plain or engagementC
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Is it because my taste hath changed its styleI
And now prefers in place of Venus' smileI
The frown of PallasK
Ah no Minerva too has lost her swayN
I met her antitype this very dayN
And felt quite callousK
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Is it the climate Ah if vernal airsP
Incline the heart to amorous affairsP
This Austral seasonB
Should stir in every vein when beauty's byQ
The throb of lusty youth Oh no the cliI
mate's not the reasonB
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Is it the place Still no this threepenny 'busP
Is much the same as rolled the twain of usP
Through PiccadillyI
And fitter place when all is said and doneB
There could not be for bussing Pass the punB
I know it's sillyI
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Is it that I have learned their sweetest smilesP
And airs and graces are but wanton wilesP
And mere pretencesP
Or is it that the naked eye of youthR
Sees all through glamour while I see the truthR
Through convex lensesP
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But wherefore beat about the bush old manB
You know that you can give if any canB
Reasons in plentyI
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Must I then own it 'Tis because becauseP
I am not quite not quite the man I wasP
At five and twentyI
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An empty socket shows where passion burnedC
My sense of beauty now alas has turnedC
Pure intellectualI
And to arouse a tumult in the brainB
Or thrill the system with delicious painB
Quite ineffectualI
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So I may gaze on her and gaze my fillI
D'ye know I think I'm somewhat human stillI
I like her ratherF
But oh how things are changed from what they wereF
For all she is so fair I feel to herF
Just like a fatherF
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She dowers me with a smile from lip and eyeQ
And while I wonder what she meaneth byQ
The sweet bestowmentC
Please pass my fare comes from her beauteous lipsP
And as I take the coin our finger tipsP
Meet for a momentC
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A thrill A thrill I do declare a thrillI
Upon my honour I believe I'm stillI
Intensely humanB
I pause and ponder what I mean to doC
Methinks I'd better scuttle home untoC
My own old womanB

James Brunton Stephens



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