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The Orange-peel In The Gutter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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BEHOLD unto myself I said	A
This place how dull and desolate	B
For lovely thoughts how all unmeet	B
This drear and darksome London street	B
Above beneath and all around	B
Not one slight crumb is to be found	B
Not one so slight poetic crumb	C
For sparrow poet to feed upon	D
For lo above there is no sky	E
No living blue to glad the eye	E
No sun that shines no flying cloud	B
But fog that in a huge dun shroud	B
Wraps all the London town about	B
And with it comes the drizzling rain	F
And dusky houses wets in vain	F
It ne'er can wash them white again	G
Those houses yea how cold and bare	H
With self same aspect stand they there	H
With grimy windows two and two	I
It makes me sick to look at you	I
No tree no shrub to lend you grace	J
With drooping branch to hide your face	J
No solitary blossom e'en	G
To brighten you with flow'ry sheen	K
Nor living things I here espy	L
Save yon black cat with sharp green eye	E
Sliding along with stealthy pace	J
The very spirit of the place	J
And in the road hops here and there	H
A sparrow searching scanty fare	H
The pauper of the sons of air	H
Nought nought but wall and iron spike	M
Cold cruel as if fain 'twould like	M
To run some beggar through and through	I
And guard the door from him and you	I
And underfoot no flowers no grass	N
T' arrest the step before you pass	N
To send up whispers low and sweet	B
To smile to beckon and to greet	B
No gurgling brook no silent pool	O
In whose pure waters still and cool	O
The flying bird the flitting cloud	B
The sunbeam peering in and out	B
The star that slides through limpid air	H
Are glassed in beauty wondrous fair	H
None none of these but miry clay	P
To cling tenaciously all day	P
With heavy clutch to your poor heel	Q
And in the gutter you the peel	Q
Of some sweet golden orange fruit	B
Though smothered now with dirt and soot	B
Still darting forth through dull decay	P
The splendour of a by gone day	P
The ling'ring of a dying ray	P
Oh wondrous strange I feel the deep	R
Hush of Italian nights slow creep	R
Around me see the fuller light	B
Of southern stars strike through the night	B
And hear the sweeter breath d sighs	S
Of southern breezes swell and rise	S
Rise swell I hear the balm fed breeze	T
Through the dark grove of orange trees	T
Where silver gleams of creamy bloom	U
In fragrance flash along the gloom	U
And the gold fruit through dark doth shine	V
A star a mystery divine	V
I hear the sweeter sighs of love	W
By southern hearts breathed through the grove	X
Like to the cooing of a dove	W
Like to the soft falls of summer rain	F
On hoary wood and parched plain	F
Like to the drops of pale moonlight	B
That sink upon the sea at night	B
Heart melts with heart and kiss with kiss	Y
In holy night in holy bliss	Y
As in the wondrous sunset skies	S
Hues melt with hues and dyes with dyes	S
Till all in one vast glory lies	S
	-
But what a full and deep set roar	Z
Heaves swells and surges more and more	Z
Like billows on a stormy shore	Z
Yet here flows not the dark blue sea	L
But street on street continually	L
Here walls on walls press nigh and nigher	Z
And roofs on roofs rise high and higher	Z
And spire still greets the rising spire	Z
The clang the clash the row the roar	Z
London great London 'tis once more	Z
With hurry flurry to and fro	Z
Time scarce to snarl a 'yes' or 'no '	-
Time scarce t' evade your neighbour's toe	Z
But here's the market fair to see	L
An island green within that sea	L
Of streets a little flow'ry spot	B
Reminding him who's long forgot	B
Of country fields and waving trees	T
Of hedges birds and flowers and bees	T
The snowdrop stands in moist brown ground	B
And purifies the air around	B
The violet scatters woodland smells	A2
And hyacinths ring their honeyed bells	A2
This man sells grapes from sunny Spain	F
Lombardian almonds this again	G
Pears peaches with the morning down	B2
All in that world wide lap are thrown	C2
By all the nations and they vie	E
In fruits nursed by a southern sky	E
The chaff'ring crowd the bart'ring maid	B
Here buy and sell and choose and trade	B
There sits a woman lean and old	B
She shivers in the east wind's cold	B
She knits how fast her fingers fly	E
Her fingers oh how worn and dry	E
But still she knits because she knows	D2
Her crying grandchild's icy toes	D2
Her basket stands close by her side	B
With orange heaps in golden pride	B
Surely imprisoned sunbeams throw	Z
Around them such a flush and glow	Z
That seeing them we seem to see	L
A glimpse of sun loved Italy	L
Oh may they all be bought and give	E2
The old woman wherewithal to live	F2
	-
Here in the garret 'neath the leads	G2
Slowly spin out life's weary threads	H2
Slowly and slowly ebbs away	P
The breath of one poor child of clay	P
The throbbing pulse the great'ning eye	E
The parch d lips the impatient sigh	E
The mother marks 'twixt hope and fright	B
From weary noon to weary night	B
From midnight round to noon again	G
Each hour crammed full with aching pain	F
And anxious fluttering of hope	I2
As both alternately find scope	I2
And as she breathless notes each sound	B
He whispers turning round and round	B
'Oh mother mother give me drink '	-
She's up she's back scarce in a wink	J2
And to her darling's burning lips	K2
The luscious fruit she holds he sips	K2
With breaths long drawn still on and on	D
Till all the cooling juice is gone	L2
And only left of fragrant meal	Q
Is that still golden orange peel	Q
	-
The orange peel ah where am I	E
Beneath the deep Italian sky	E
In Covent Garden's crowded fair	Z
Or 'neath the roof of pain and care	Z
Ah still within the darksome street	B
So all unlovely and unsweet	B
The welt'ring fog the drizzling rain	F
The dirt the dust upon each pane	F
The iron rails so hard and bare	Z
The miry clay they all are here	Z
What did befall Then did I dream	M2
Was all but air Did all but seem	M2
How caught I then this wondrous gleam	M2
Ah here you bit of sunny gold	B
Within the gutter I behold	B
Across my mind its life it flashed	B
The fragrance of the past it dashed	B
Dying it kindled life and hurled	B
My soul through heights and depths of world	B
In bud and blossom fruit and tree	L
Revealed life's perfect harmony	L
Revealed the throbs of mutual love	W
Ensphered by kindling stars above	W
Revealed the stir of busy life	N2
The trade the turmoil and the strife	N2
Struggles of honest poverty	L
A watching mother's agony	L
Child life that hangs upon a breath	O2
The tremblings betwixt life and death	O2
Revealed the mystic link that thrills	P2
Through joy and pain through good and ills	P2
Wafts influences from afar	Z
Connects the worm still with the star	Z
And binds the earth the skies the main	F
The worlds with one electric chain	F
Behold unto myself I said	B
There's nought on earth so desolate	B
But if the eye is there to see	L
Will find a joy and mystery	L
As under dark and mossy dells	L
The violet hides with spring like smells	L
No cell no garret and no tomb	U
For which no flower of love doth bloom	U
No place so waste so dark so drear	L
But heavenly beauty lurketh there	L
And from these two will ever spring	Q2
As music from the harp's sweet string	Q2
As from the nest the lark soars high	E
As from the flame the live sparks fly	E
The fountain of great poesy	L
Will shine and flash and flame and glow	Z
Like to the million coloured bow	R2
Of hope and peace a lovely sign	V
Flinging around that world of thine	V
A glory that is all divine	V