My Promenade Solitaire Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAA CDCDAA EFEFAA GHGHAA IJIJAA KLKLAA MNMOAA PQPQAA ARARAA STSTAA QUQUAAUp and down in my garden fair | A |
Under the trellis where grapes will bloom | B |
With the breath of violets in the air | A |
As pallid Winter for Spring makes room | B |
I walk and ponder free from care | A |
In my beautiful Promenade Solitaire | A |
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Back and forth in the checkered shade | C |
Traced by the lattice that holds the vine | D |
With the glory of snow capped crests displayed | C |
On the sapphire sky in a billowy line | D |
I stroll and ask what can compare | A |
With the charm of my Promenade Solitaire | A |
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To and fro 'neath the nascent green | E |
Which clambers over its slender frame | F |
With white peaks lighting up the scene | E |
As snowfields glow with the sunset flame | F |
I saunter halting here and there | A |
For the view from my Promenade Solitaire | A |
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In and out through the silence sweet | G |
Plash of fountain and song of bird | H |
Are the only sounds in my lov'd retreat | G |
By which the air is ever stirred | H |
It is like a long drawn aisle of prayer | A |
So hushed is my Promenade Solitaire | A |
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Onward rushes the world without | I |
But the breeze which over my garden steals | J |
Brings from it merely a distant shout | I |
Or the echo light of passing wheels | J |
In its din and drive I have now no share | A |
As I muse in my Promenade Solitaire | A |
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Am I dead to the world that I thus disdain | K |
Its moil and toil in the prime of life | L |
When perhaps a score of years remain | K |
To win more gold in its selfish strife | L |
Am I foolish to choose the purer air | A |
Of my glorious Promenade Solitaire | A |
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Ah no From my mountain girdled height | M |
I watch the game of the world go on | N |
And note the course of the bitter fight | M |
And what is lost and what is won | O |
And I judge of it better here than there | A |
As I gaze from my Promenade Solitaire | A |
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It is ever the same old tale of greed | P |
Of robbing and killing the weaker race | Q |
Of the word proved false by the cruel deed | P |
Of the slanderous tongue with the friendly face | Q |
'Tis enough to make one's heart despair | A |
Even here in my Promenade Solitaire | A |
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They cheer and struggle and beat the air | A |
With many a stroke and thrust intense | R |
And urge each other to do and dare | A |
To gain some good they deem immense | R |
But they look like ants contending there | A |
From the height of my Promenade Solitaire | A |
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Backward and forward they run and crawl | S |
Houses and treasures they heap up high | T |
Hither and thither their booty haul | S |
Then suddenly drop in their tracks and die | T |
For few are wise enough to repair | A |
In time to a Promenade Solitaire | A |
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Meantime the Earth speeds on through space | Q |
As the sun for a million years hath steered | U |
And an eon hence the entire race | Q |
Will have played its part and disappeared | U |
But what will the lifeless planet care | A |
As it follows its Promenade Solitaire | A |
John L. Stoddard
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