A Dream Of Bric-a-brac Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDEE FFBBGG HHIIJJKK ALALEEEE EMEMNANAEEEEHHOHPPQQ EERR AEAEESEESBBHHAATUVVW WWCCXXAEAEEBHBHYYZZ A2A2B2B2AABBEEEEC2B2 C2B2EE B2B2AAEED2B2D2B2B2B2 EEB2B2AAEEEEDDB2B2CC B2AAB2B2E2B2E2| C K loquitur | A |
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| I dreamed I was in fair Niphon | B |
| Amid tea fields I journeyed on | B |
| Reclined in my jinrikishaw | C |
| Across the rolling plains I saw | D |
| The lordly Fusi yama rise | E |
| His blue cone lost in bluer skies | E |
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| At last I bade my bearers stop | F |
| Before what seemed a china shop | F |
| I roused myself and entered in | B |
| A fearful joy like some sweet sin | B |
| Pierced through my bosom as I gazed | G |
| Entranced transported and amazed | G |
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| For all the house was but one room | H |
| And in its clear and grateful gloom | H |
| Filled with all odours strange and strong | I |
| That to the wondrous East belong | I |
| I saw above around below | J |
| A sight to make the warm heart glow | J |
| And leave the eager soul no lack | K |
| An endless wealth of bric a brac | K |
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| I saw bronze statues old and rare | A |
| Fashioned by no mere mortal skill | L |
| With robes that fluttered in the air | A |
| Blown out by Art's eternal will | L |
| And delicate ivory netsukes | E |
| Richer in tone than Cheddar cheese | E |
| Of saints and hermits cats and dogs | E |
| Grim warriors and ecstatic frogs | E |
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| And here and there those wondrous masks | E |
| More living flesh than sandal wood | M |
| Where the full soul in pleasure basks | E |
| And dreams of love the only good | M |
| The walls were all with pictures hung | N |
| Gay villas bright in rain washed air | A |
| Trees to whose boughs brown monkeys clung | N |
| Outlineless dabs of fuzzy hair | A |
| And all about the opulent shelves | E |
| Littered with porcelain beyond price | E |
| Imari pots arrayed themselves | E |
| Beside Ming dishes grain of rice | E |
| Vied with the Royal Satsuma | H |
| Proud of its sallow ivory beam | H |
| And Kaga's Thousand Hermits lay | O |
| Tranced in some punch bowl's golden gleam | H |
| Over bronze censers black with age | P |
| The five clawed dragons strife engage | P |
| A curled and insolent Dog of Foo | Q |
| Sniffs at the smoke aspiring through | Q |
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| In what old days in what far lands | E |
| What busy brains what cunning hands | E |
| With what quaint speech what alien thought | R |
| Strange fellow men these marvels wrought | R |
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| As thus I mused I was aware | A |
| There grew before my eager eyes | E |
| A little maid too bright and fair | A |
| Too strangely lovely for surprise | E |
| It seemed the beauty of the place | E |
| Had suddenly become concrete | S |
| So full was she of Orient grace | E |
| From her slant eyes and burnished face | E |
| Down to her little gold bronzed feet | S |
| She was a girl of old Japan | B |
| Her small hand held a gilded fan | B |
| Which scattered fragrance through the room | H |
| Her cheek was rich with pallid bloom | H |
| Her eye was dark with languid fire | A |
| Her red lips breathed a vague desire | A |
| Her teeth of pearl inviolate | T |
| Sweetly proclaimed her maiden state | U |
| Her garb was stiff with broidered gold | V |
| Twined with mysterious fold on fold | V |
| That gave no hint where hidden well | W |
| Her dainty form might warmly dwell | W |
| A pearl within too large a shell | W |
| So quaint so short so lissome she | C |
| It seemed as if it well might be | C |
| Some jocose god with sportive whirl | X |
| Had taken up a long lithe girl | X |
| And tied a graceful knot in her | A |
| I tried to speak and found oh bliss | E |
| I needed no interpreter | A |
| I knew the Japanese for kiss | E |
| I had no other thought but this | E |
| And she with smile and blush divine | B |
| Kind to my stammering prayer did seem | H |
| My thought was hers and hers was mine | B |
| In the swift logic of my dream | H |
| My arms clung round her slender waist | Y |
| Through gold and silk the form I traced | Y |
| And glad as rain that follows drouth | Z |
| I kissed and kissed her bright red mouth | Z |
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| What ailed the girl No loving sigh | A2 |
| Heaved the round bosom in her eye | A2 |
| Trembled no tear from her dear throat | B2 |
| Bubbled a sweet and silvery note | B2 |
| Of girlish laughter shrill and clear | A |
| That all the statues seemed to hear | A |
| The bronzes tinkled laughter fine | B |
| I heard a chuckle argentine | B |
| Ring from the silver images | E |
| Even the ivory netsukes | E |
| Uttered in every silent pause | E |
| Dry bony laughs from tiny jaws | E |
| The painted monkeys on the wall | C2 |
| Waked up with chatter impudent | B2 |
| Pottery porcelain bronze and all | C2 |
| Broke out in ghostly merriment | B2 |
| Faint as rain pattering on dry leaves | E |
| Or cricket's chirp on summer eves | E |
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| And suddenly upon my sight | B2 |
| There grew a portent left and right | B2 |
| On every side as if the air | A |
| Had taken substance then and there | A |
| In every sort of form and face | E |
| A throng of tourists filled the place | E |
| I saw a Frenchman's sneering shrug | D2 |
| A German countess in one hand | B2 |
| A sky blue string which held a pug | D2 |
| With the other a fiery face she fanned | B2 |
| A Yankee with a soft felt hat | B2 |
| A Coptic priest from Ararat | B2 |
| An English girl with cheeks of rose | E |
| A Nihilist with Socratic nose | E |
| Paddy from Cork with baggage light | B2 |
| And pockets stuffed with dynamite | B2 |
| A haughty Southern Readjuster | A |
| Wrapped in his pride and linen duster | A |
| Two noisy New York stockbrokers | E |
| And twenty British globe trotters | E |
| To my disgust and vast surprise | E |
| They turned on me lack lustre eyes | E |
| And each with dropped and wagging jaw | D |
| Burst out into a wild guffaw | D |
| They laughed with huge mouths opened wide | B2 |
| They roared till each one held his side | B2 |
| They screamed and writhed with brutal glee | C |
| With fingers rudely stretched to me | C |
| Till lo at once the laughter died | B2 |
| The tourists faded into air | A |
| None but my fair maid lingered there | A |
| Who stood demurely by my side | B2 |
| Who were your friends I asked the maid | B2 |
| Taking a tea cup from its shelf | E2 |
| This audience is disclosed she said | B2 |
| Whenever a man makes a fool of himself | E2 |
John Milton Hay
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