Faery Gold Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC BBD E FFAA GGBBHH CCII BBJJJ AAKKCCLL A BB II MME NNOO PP| TO MRS PERCY DEARMER | A |
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| A poet hungered as well he might | B |
| Not a morsel since yesternight | B |
| And sad he grew good reason why | C |
| For the poet had nought wherewith to buy | C |
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| 'Are not two sparrows sold ' he cried | B |
| 'Sold for a farthing and ' he sighed | B |
| As he pushed his morning post away | D |
| 'Are not two sonnets more than they ' | - |
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| Yet store of gold great store had he | E |
| Of the gold that is known as 'faery ' | - |
| He had the gold of his burning dreams | F |
| He had his golden rhymes in reams | F |
| He had the strings of his golden lyre | A |
| And his own was that golden west on fire | A |
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| But the poet knew his world too well | G |
| To dream that such would buy or sell | G |
| He had his poets 'pure gold ' he said | B |
| But the man at the bookstall shook his head | B |
| And offered a grudging half a crown | H |
| For the five the poet had brought him down | H |
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| Ah what a world we are in we sigh | C |
| Where a lunch costs more than a Keats can buy | C |
| And even Shakespeare's hallowed line | I |
| Falls short of the requisite sum to dine | I |
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| Yet other gold had the poet got | B |
| For see from that grey blue Gouda pot | B |
| Three golden tulips spouting flame | J |
| From his love from his love this morn they came | J |
| His love he loved even more than fame | J |
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| Three golden tulips thrice more fair | A |
| Than other golden tulips were | A |
| 'And yet ' he smiled as he took one up | K |
| And feasted on its yellow cup | K |
| 'I wonder how many eggs you'd buy | C |
| By Bacchus I've half a mind to try | C |
| 'One golden bloom for one golden yolk | L |
| Nay on my word sir I mean no joke | L |
| Gold for gold is fair dealing sir ' | - |
| Think of the grocer gaping there | A |
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| Or the baker if I went and said | B |
| 'This tulip for a loaf of bread | B |
| God's beauty for your kneaded grain ' | - |
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| Or the vintner 'For this flower of mine | I |
| A flagon pray of yellow wine | I |
| And you shall keep the change for gain ' | - |
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| Ah me on what a different earth | M |
| I and these fellows had our birth | M |
| Strange that these golden things should be | E |
| For them so poor so rich for me ' | - |
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| Ended his sigh the poet searched his shelf | N |
| Seeking another poet to feed himself | N |
| Then sadly went and full of shame and grief | O |
| Sold his last Swinburne for a plate of beef | O |
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| Thus poets too to fill the hungry maw | P |
| Must eat each other 'tis the eternal law | P |
Richard Le Gallienne
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