Quart Pot Creek Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBB DBDBBB EBFBBB ABGBBB GBHBBB HBIBBB HBBB BB BBABBBOn an evening ramble lately as I wandered on sedately | A |
Linking curious fancies modern mediaeval and antique | B |
Suddenly the sun descended and a radiance ruby splendid | C |
With the gleam of water blended thrilled my sensitive physique | B |
Thrilled me filled me with emotion to the tips of my physique | B |
Fired my eye and flushed my cheek | B |
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Heeding not where I was going I had wandered all unknowing | D |
Where a river gently flowing caught the radiant ruby streak | B |
And this new found stream beguiling my sedateness into smiling | D |
Set me classically styling it with Latin names and Greek | B |
Names Idalian and Castalian such as lovers of the Greek | B |
Roll like quids within their cheek | B |
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On its marge was many a burrow many a mound and many a furrow | E |
Where the fossickers of fortune play at Nature's hide and seek | B |
And instead of bridge to span it there were stepping stones of granite | F |
And where'er the river ran it seemed of hidden wealth to speak | B |
Presently my soul grew stronger and I too was fain to speak | B |
I assumed a pose plastique | B |
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Stream said I I'll celebrate thee Rhymes and rhythms galore await thee | A |
In the weekly poet's corner I'll a niche for thee bespeak | B |
But to aid my lucubration thou must tell thine appellation | G |
Tell thy Naiad designation for the journal of next week | B |
Give thy sweet Pactolian title to my poem of next week | B |
Whisper whisper it in Greek | B |
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But the river gave no token and the name remained unspoken | G |
Though I kept apostrophising till my voice became a shriek | B |
When there hove in sight the figure of a homeward veering digger | H |
Looming big and looming bigger and ejecting clouds of reek | B |
In fuliginous advance emitting clouds of noisome reek | B |
From a tube beneath his beak | B |
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Neighbour mine said I and miner here I showed a silver shiner | H |
For a moment and for sixpence take thy pipe from out thy cheek | B |
This the guerdon of thy fame is very cheap indeed the same is | I |
Tell me only what the name is 'tis the stream whereof I speak | B |
Name the Naiad name Pactolian Digger I adjure thee speak | B |
Quoth the digger Quart Pot Creek | B |
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Oh Pol Edepol Mecastor Oh most luckless poetaster | H |
I went home a trifle faster in a twitter of a pique | B |
For we cannot help agreeing that no living rhyming being | B |
Ever yet was cursed with seeing in his poem for the week | B |
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Brook or river made immortal in his poem for the week | B |
With such name as Quart Pot Creek | B |
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But the river never minding still is winding still is winding | B |
By the gardens where the Mongol tends the cabbage and the leek | B |
And the ruby radiance nightly touches it with farewell lightly | A |
But the name sticks to it tightly and this sensitive physique | B |
The already mentioned vide supra sensitive physique | B |
Shudders still at Quart Pot Creek | B |
James Brunton Stephens
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