Fairy Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHGH DGDG IGJG KGLG MGGG NOGO GPAD IGQG MBGR DGMG MGMG QSPS

Now this is the story of OlafA
Who ages and ages agoB
Lived right on the top of a mountainC
A mountain all covered with snowB
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And he was quite pretty and tinyD
With beautiful curling fair hairE
And small hands like delicate flowersF
Cheeks kissed by the cold mountain airE
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He lived in a hut made of pinewoodG
Just one little room and a doorH
A table a chair and a bedsteadG
And animal skins on the floorH
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Now Olaf was partly fairyD
And so never wanted to eatG
He thought dewdrops and raindrops were plentyD
And snowflakes and all perfumes sweetG
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In the daytime when sweeping and dustingI
And cleaning were quite at an endG
He would sit very still on the doorstepJ
And dream O that he had a friendG
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Somebody to come when he called themK
Somebody to catch by the handG
Somebody to sleep with at night timeL
Somebody who'd quite understandG
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One night in the middle of WinterM
He lay wide awake on his bedG
Outside there was fury of tempestG
And calling of wolves to be fedG
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Thin wolves grey and silent as shadowsN
And Olaf was frightened to deathO
He had peeped through a crack in the doorpostG
He had seen the white smoke of their breathO
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But suddenly over the storm windG
He heard a small voice pleadinglyP
Cry I am a snow fairy OlafA
Unfasten the window for meD
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So he did and there flew through the openingI
The daintiest prettiest spriteG
Her face and her dress and her stockingsQ
Her hands and her curls were all whiteG
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And she said O you poor little strangerM
Before I am melted you knowB
I have brought you a valuable presentG
A little brown fiddle and bowR
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So now you can never be lonelyD
With a fiddle you see for a friendG
But all through the Summer and WinterM
Play beautiful songs without endG
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And then O she melted like waterM
But Olaf was happy at lastG
The fiddle he tucked in his shoulderM
He held his small bow very fastG
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So perhaps on the quietest of eveningsQ
If you listen you may hear him soonS
The child who is playing the fiddleP
Away up in the cold lonely moonS

Katherine Mansfield



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