The Smoker's Year Book Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFCC A GGHHIIJJEEKK L JJCCCCCCMMNN O PPHHQQRRAACC S TTCCUUQQVVWW X XXEEYYZZCCCC A2 B2B2CCC2C2CCD2ACC M VVTTE2E2F2F2G2G2AC V CCH2H2CCXXI2I2CC V VVJ2J2CCZZJ2J2ZZ V K2K2CCD2D2L2L2B2B2M2 N2 V CCCCUUCCO2IP2P| JANUARY | A |
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| Now Time the harvester surveys | B |
| His sorry crops of yesterdays | B |
| Of trampled hopes and reaped regrets | C |
| And for another harvest whets | C |
| His ancient scythe eying the while | D |
| The budding year with cynic smile | D |
| Well let him smile in snug retreat | E |
| I fill my pipe with honeyed sweet | E |
| Whose incense wafted from the bowl | F |
| Shall make warm sunshine in my soul | F |
| And conjure mid the fragrant haze | C |
| Fair memories of other days | C |
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| FEBRUARY | A |
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| Bend you now before the shrine | G |
| Of the good Saint Valentine | G |
| Show to him your broken heart | H |
| Pray the Saint to take your part | H |
| Should he intercede in vain | I |
| And the maid your heart disdain | I |
| Call upon Saint Nicotine | J |
| He will surely intervene | J |
| Bring burnt off'ring to his feet | E |
| Incense of Havana sweet | E |
| Then the maiden's shade invoke | K |
| It will disappear in smoke | K |
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| MARCH | L |
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| Here comes bluff March a cross between | J |
| A Jester and a Libertine | J |
| He loves to make the parson race | C |
| With wicked words his hat to chase | C |
| To dye with compromising rose | C |
| The pious man's abstemious nose | C |
| The ladies hate him though he shows | C |
| A pretty taste for silken hose | C |
| The smoker views him with distrust | M |
| Shielding his last match from his gust | M |
| But once alight his holy joy | N |
| No blast from Heaven can destroy | N |
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| APRIL | O |
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| Lady April it is clear | P |
| Is the spoilt child of the Year | P |
| See her tears about to start | H |
| Thus she melts old Winter's heart | H |
| Now the gay deceiving thing | Q |
| Turns and plays the deuce with Spring | Q |
| Winter lingers at her gate | R |
| Spring grows chilly and irate | R |
| I'd go home if I were he | A |
| It is just such girls as she | A |
| Make a fellow thank his stars | C |
| For the solace of cigars | C |
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| MAY | S |
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| Like Brunhilda May is won | T |
| By the kisses of the Sun | T |
| Siegfried like the maid he takes | C |
| In his arms and she awakes | C |
| To the tender piping sound | U |
| Of the birds while all around | U |
| In a magic fire ring | Q |
| Purple flames of Crocus spring | Q |
| Now I fill my fragrant briar | V |
| Lo it glows with gentle fire | V |
| Wafting scented wreaths of love | W |
| To the little leaves above | W |
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| JUNE | X |
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| What so rare as a day in June | X |
| Thus I heard the poet croon | X |
| To the month of roses sweet | E |
| His song with barometric feet | E |
| Perfect days I own are rare | Y |
| All depends on how you fare | Y |
| Can a day be perfect to | Z |
| The rose that has not sipped the dew | Z |
| Can the Bee do you suppose | C |
| Hum that has not sipped the rose | C |
| Can there be for Man I say | C |
| Without a smoke a perfect day | C |
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| JULY | A2 |
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| Red rockets skyward rush pell mell | B2 |
| And fill the night with noise and smell | B2 |
| The stars of Heaven look down and say | C |
| So this is Independence Day | C |
| Poor earth born stars it makes us sad | C2 |
| To see your fire work like mad | C2 |
| To make a Human Holiday | C |
| Where is your independence pray | C |
| Whereat I woke my fire was low | D2 |
| My pipe was out Said I Heigho | A |
| I never thought of it that way | C |
| I'll give them both a holiday | C |
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| AUGUST | M |
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| Drowsing o'er my sainted briar | V |
| Dreaming dreams of Heart's Desire | V |
| Dreaming 'neath the August sun | T |
| Thus my meditations run | T |
| What if that great Ember bright | E2 |
| Were a monster Pipe alight | E2 |
| Or the glowing from afar | F2 |
| Of some Fire God's cigar | F2 |
| If the Smoker's Peace abide | G2 |
| In that sun fire multiplied | G2 |
| By its vastness I will be | A |
| Henceforth a devout Parsee | C |
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| SEPTEMBER | V |
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| As the smoker sometimes sees | C |
| In Nicotian reveries | C |
| Features of some Lovely Girl | H2 |
| In the tinted wreaths that curl | H2 |
| From his pipe so as we gaze | C |
| Through the soft September haze | C |
| In the years' calm afternoon | X |
| Red with summer's ashes strewn | X |
| Through the tender veil of mist | I2 |
| Woven gold and amethyst | I2 |
| Summer's charming ghost we see | C |
| Decked in Indian panoply | C |
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| OCTOBER | V |
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| Say October how in thunder | V |
| Do you keep so young I wonder | V |
| You're no chicken and you know it | J2 |
| Yet old man for all you show it | J2 |
| You might on a sunny day | C |
| Pass for April or for May | C |
| See your house is falling round you | Z |
| Yet you're laughing say confound you | Z |
| What's the secret How'd you do it | J2 |
| Mist and moisture Ah I knew it | J2 |
| A pipe A mug October brew | Z |
| Fill up October here's to you | Z |
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| NOVEMBER | V |
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| Who's that pedler at the door | K2 |
| What November back once more | K2 |
| Why it seems but yesterday | C |
| That he took himself away | C |
| Say I'm out Tell him to go | D2 |
| He has nothing new to show | D2 |
| Same old lay out every trip | L2 |
| Same Pneumonia same old Grippe | L2 |
| Same old Hard Luck tales to tell | B2 |
| Same Thanksgiving Day oh well | B2 |
| Show him in then stir the log | M2 |
| And bring church warden pipes and grog | N2 |
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| DECEMBER | V |
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| Proudly beams the Christmas Tree | C |
| In its tinsel finery | C |
| Round and round in sprightly pairs | C |
| Children dance to old time airs | C |
| Though they laugh they make no sound | U |
| Dancing still they tread no ground | U |
| Naught but airy phantoms they | C |
| Of a vanished Christmas Day | C |
| Ancient playmates found again | O2 |
| In a smoke wreath's purple skein | I |
| And they whisper in my ear | P2 |
| Does Christmas still come once a year | P |
Oliver Herford
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