The Mistletoe (a Christmas Tale) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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A farmer's wife both young and gay	A
And fresh as op'ning buds of May	A
Had taken to herself a Spouse	B
And plighted many solemn vows	C
That she a faithful mate would prove	D
In meekness duty and in love	E
That she despising joy and wealth	F
Would be in sickness and in health	F
His only comfort and his Friend	G
But mark the sequel and attend	G
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This Farmer as the tale is told	H
Was somewhat cross and somewhat old	H
His was the wintry hour of life	I
While summer smiled before his wife	I
A contrast rather form'd to cloy	J
The zest of matrimonial joy	J
	-
'Twas Christmas time the peasant throng	K
Assembled gay with dance and Song	K
The Farmer's Kitchen long had been	L
Of annual sports the busy scene	M
The wood fire blaz'd the chimney wide	N
Presented seats on either side	N
Long rows of wooden Trenchers clean	M
Bedeck'd with holly boughs were seen	M
The shining Tankard's foamy ale	O
Gave spirits to the Goblin tale	O
And many a rosy cheek grew pale	O
	-
It happen'd that some sport to shew	P
The ceiling held a MISTLETOE	Q
A magic bough and well design'd	R
To prove the coyest Maiden kind	R
A magic bough which DRUIDS old	H
Its sacred mysteries enroll'd	H
And which or gossip Fame's a liar	S
Still warms the soul with vivid fire	S
Still promises a store of bliss	T
While bigots snatch their Idol's kiss	T
	-
This MISTLETOE was doom'd to be	U
The talisman of Destiny	U
Beneath its ample boughs we're told	H
Full many a timid Swain grew bold	H
Full many a roguish eye askance	V
Beheld it with impatient glance	V
And many a ruddy cheek confest	H
The triumphs of the beating breast	H
And many a rustic rover sigh'd	H
Who ask'd the kiss and was denied	H
	-
First MARG'RY smil'd and gave her Lover	S
A Kiss then thank'd her stars 'twas over	S
Next KATE with a reluctant pace	W
Was tempted to the mystic place	W
Then SUE a merry laughing jade	H
A dimpled yielding blush betray'd	H
While JOAN her chastity to shew	P
Wish'd the bold knaves would serve her so	Q
She'd teach the rogues such wanton play	A
And well she could she knew the way	A
	-
The FARMER mute with jealous care	X
Sat sullen in his wicker chair	X
Hating the noisy gamesome host	H
Yet fearful to resign his post	H
He envied all their sportive strife	I
But most he watch'd his blooming wife	I
And trembled lest her steps should go	Q
Incautious near the MISTLETOE	Q
	-
Now HODGE a youth of rustic grace	W
With form athletic manly face	W
On MISTRESS HOMESPUN turn'd his eye	Y
And breath'd a soul declaring sigh	Y
Old HOMESPUN mark'd his list'ning Fair	X
And nestled in his wicker chair	X
HODGE swore she might his heart command	H
The pipe was dropp'd from HOMESPUN'S hand	H
	-
HODGE prest her slender waist around	H
The FARMER check'd his draught and frown'd	H
And now beneath the MISTLETOE	Q
'Twas MISTRESS HOMESPUN'S turn to go	Q
Old Surly shook his wicker chair	X
And sternly utter'd Let her dare	X
	-
HODGE to the FARMER'S wife declar'd	H
Such husbands never should be spar'd	H
Swore they deserv'd the worst disgrace	W
That lights upon the wedded race	W
And vow'd that night he would not go	Q
Unblest beneath the MISTLETOE	Q
	-
The merry group all recommend	H
An harmless Kiss the strife to end	H
Why not says MARG'RY who would fear	Z
A dang'rous moment once a year	Z
SUSAN observ'd that ancient folks	A2
Were seldom pleas'd with youthful jokes	A2
But KATE who till that fatal hour	S
Had held o'er HODGE unrivall'd pow'r	B2
With curving lip and head aside	H
Look'd down and smil'd in conscious pride	H
Then anxious to conceal her care	X
She humm'd what fools some women are	B2
	-
Now MISTRESS HOMESPUN sorely vex'd	H
By pride and jealous rage perplex'd	H
And angry that her peevish spouse	B
Should doubt her matrimonial vows	C
But most of all resolved to make	C2
An envious rival's bosom ache	C2
Commanded Hodge to let her go	Q
Nor lead her to the Mistletoe	Q
	-
Why should you ask it o'er and o'er	S
Cried she we've been there twice before	D2
'Tis thus to check a rival's sway	A
That Women oft themselves betray	A
While VANITY alone pursuing	E2
They rashly prove their own undoing	E2

Mary Darby Robinson

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