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The Vagabond Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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It was deadly cold in Danbury town	A
One terrible night in mid November	B
A night that the Danbury folk remember	B
For the sleety wind that hammered them down	A
That chilled their faces and chapped their skin	C
And froze their fingers and bit their feet	D
And made them ice to the heart within	C
And spattered and scattered	E
And shattered and battered	E
Their shivering bodies about the street	D
And the fact is most of them didn't roam	F
In the face of the storm but stayed at home	F
While here and there a policeman stamping	G
To keep himself warm or sedately tramping	G
Hither and thither paced his beat	D
Or peered where out of the blizzard's welter	B
Some wretched being had crept to shelter	B
And now drenched through by the sleet a muddled	H
Blur of a man and his rags lay huddled	H
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But one there was who didn't care	I
Whatever the furious storm might dare	I
A wonderful hook nosed bright eyed fellow	J
In a thin brown cape and a cap of yellow	J
That perched on his dripping coal black hair	I
A red scarf set off his throat and bound him	K
Crossing his breast and winding round him	K
Flapped at his flank	L
In a red streak dank	L
And his hose were red with a purple sheen	M
From his tunic's blue and his shoes were green	M
He was most outlandishly patched together	B
With ribbons of silk and tags of leather	B
And chains of silver and buttons of stone	N
And knobs of amber and polished bone	N
And a turquoise brooch and a collar of jade	O
And a belt and a pouch of rich brocade	O
And a gleaming dagger with inlaid blade	O
And jewelled handle of burnished gold	P
Rakishly stuck in the red scarf's fold	P
A dress in short that might suit a wizard	E
On a calm warm day	Q
In the month of May	Q
But was hardly fit for an autumn blizzard	E
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Whence had he come there Who could say	Q
As he swung through Danbury town that day	Q
With a friendly light in his deep set eyes	R
And his free wild gait and his upright bearing	G
And his air that nothing could well surprise	R
So bright it was and so bold and daring	G
He might have troubled the slothful ease	S
Of the Great Mogul in a warlike fever	B
He might have bled for the Maccabees	S
Or risen spurred	E
By the Prophet's word	E
And swooped on the hosts of the unbeliever	B
	-
Whatever his birth and his nomenclature	B
Something he seemed to have some knowledge	T
That never was taught at school or college	U
But was part of his very being's nature	B
Some ingrained lore that wanderers show	J
As over the earth they come and go	J
Though they hardly know what it is they know	J
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And so with his head upheld he walked	V
And ever the rain drove down	A
And now and again to himself he talked	V
In the streets of Danbury town	A
And now and again he'd stop and troll	W
A stave of music that seemed to roll	W
From the inmost depths of his ardent soul	W
But the wind took hold of the notes and tossed them	X
And the few who chanced to be near him lost them	X
	-
So moving on where his fancy listed	Y
He came to a street that turned and twisted	Y
And there by a shop front dimly lighted	Y
He suddenly stopped as though affrighted	Y
Stopped and stared with his deep gaze centred	Y
On something seen like a dream's illusion	Z
Through the streaming glass mid the queer confusion	Z
Of objects littered on shelf and floor	B
And about the counter and by the door	B
And then with his lips set tight he entered	Y
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There were rusty daggers and battered breastplates	S
And jugs of pewter and carved oak cases	S
And china monsters with hideous faces	S
And cracked old plates that had once been best plates	S
And needle covers and such old wivery	B
Wonderful chess men made from ivory	B
Cut glass bottles for wines and brandies	S
Sticks once flourished by bucks and dandies	S
Deep old glasses they drank enough in	C
And golden boxes they took their snuff in	C
Rings that flashed on a gallant's knuckles	S
Seals and lockets and shining buckles	S
Watches sadly in need of menders	S
Blackened firedogs and dinted fenders	S
Prints and pictures and quaint knick knackery	B
Rare old silver and mere gimcrackery	B
Such was the shop and in its middle	A2
Stood an old man holding a dusty fiddle	A2
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The Vagabond bowed and the old man bowed	Y
And then the Vagabond spoke aloud	Y
Sir he said we are two of a trade	Y
Each for the other planned and made	Y
And so we shall come to a fair agreement	Y
Since I am for you and you're for me meant	Y
And I having travelled hither from far gain	B2
You yourself as my life's best bargain	Z
But I am one	Z
Who chaffers for fun	Z
Who when he perceives such stores of beauty	B
Outspread conceives it to be his duty	B
To buy of his visit a slight memento	Y
Some curious gem of the quattrocento	Y
Or something equally rare and priceless	S
Though its outward fashions perhaps entice less	S
A Sultan's slipper a Bishop's mitre	B
Or the helmet owned by a Roundhead fighter	B
Or an old buff coat by the years worn thin	C
Or what do you say to the violin	C
I'll wager you've many so you can't miss one	Z
And I well I have a mind for this one	Z
This which was made as you must know	Y
Three hundred years and a year ago	Y
By one who dwelt in Cremona city	B
For me but I lost it more's the pity	B
Sixty years back in a wild disorder	B
That flamed to a fight on the Afghan border	B
And whatever it costs I am bound to win it	Y
For I left the half of my full soul in it	Y
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And now as he spoke his eyes began	C2
To shiver the heart of the grey old man	C2
And the old man stuttered	Y
And Sir he muttered	Y
The words you speak are the merest riddle	A2
But five pounds down and you own the fiddle	A2
And I'll choose for your hand while the pounds you dole out	Y
A bow with which you may pick that soul out	Y
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So said so done and our friend again	D2
Was out in the raging wind and rain	B2
Swift through the twisting street he passed	Y
And came to the Market Square at last	Y
And climbed and stood	Y
On a block of wood	Y
Where a pent house leant to a wall gave shelter	B
From the brunt of the blizzard's helter skelter	B
And waving his bow he cried Ahoy	E2
Now steady your hearts for an hour of joy	E2
And so to his cheek and jutting chin	C
Straight he fitted the violin	C
And rounding his arm in a movement gay	Q
Touched the strings and began to play	Q
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There hasn't been heard since the world spun round	Y
Such a marvellous blend of thrilling sound	Y
It streamed it flamed it rippled and blazed	Y
And now it reproached and now it praised	Y
And the liquid notes of it wove a scheme	F2
That was one half life and one half a dream	F2
And again it scaled in a rush of fire	B
The glittering peaks of high desire	B
Now foiled and shattered it rose again	D2
And plucked at the souls and hearts of men	D2
And still as it rose the sleet came down	A
In the Market Square of Danbury town	A
	-
And now from hundreds of opened doors	S
With quiet paces	S
And happy faces	S
In ones and twos and threes and fours	S
A crowd pressed out to the Market Square	B
And stood in the storm and listened there	B
	-
And oh with what a solemn tender strain	B2
The long drawn music eased their hearts of pain	B2
And gave them visions of divine content	Y
Green fields and happy valleys far away	Q
And rippling streams and sunshine and the scent	Y
Of bursting buds and flowers that come in May	Q
And one spoke in a rapt and gentle voice	S
And bade his friends rejoice	S
For now he said I see I see once more	B
My little lass upon a pleasant shore	B
Standing as long ago she used to stand	Y
And beckoning to me with her dimpled hand	Y
As in the vanished years	S
So I behold her and forget my tears	S
And each one had his private joy his own	N
All the old happy things he once had known	N
Renewed and from the prisoning past set free	B
And mixed with hope and happy things to be	B
	-
So for a magic hour the music gushed	Y
Then faded to a close and all was hushed	Y
And the tranced people woke and looked about	Y
And fell to wondering what had brought them out	Y
On such a night of wind and piercing sleet	Y
Exposed with hatless heads and thin shod feet	Y
Something they knew had chased their heavy sadness	S
And for the years to come they still may keep	G2
As from a morning sleep	G2
Some broken gleam of half remembered gladness	S
But the wild fiddler on his feet of flame	H2
Vanished and went the secret way he came	H2