A Tale - Epilogue To "the Two Poets Of Croisic." Poem Rhyme Scheme

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What a pretty tale you told me	A
Once upon a time	B
Said you found it somewhere scold me	A
Was it prose or was it rhyme	B
Greek or Latin Greek you said	C
While your shoulder propped my head	C
	-
Anyhow there's no forgetting	D
This much if no more	E
That a poet pray no petting	D
Yes a bard sir famed of yore	E
Went where suchlike used to go	F
Singing for a prize you know	F
	-
Well he had to sing nor merely	A
Sing but play the lyre	G
Playing was important clearly	A
Quite as singing I desire	H
Sir you keep the fact in mind	I
For a purpose that's behind	I
	-
There stood he while deep attention	J
Held the judges round	K
Judges able I should mention	J
To detect the slightest sound	K
Sung or played amiss such ears	L
Had old judges it appears	L
	-
None the less he sang out boldly	A
Played in time and tune	M
Till the judges weighing coldly	A
Each note's worth seemed late or soon	M
Sure to smile In vain one tries	N
Picking faults out take the prize	N
	-
When a mischief Were they seven	J
Strings the lyre possessed	O
Oh and afterwards eleven	J
Thank you Well sir who had guessed	O
Such ill luck in store it happed	O
One of those same seven strings snapped	O
	-
All was lost then No a cricket	O
What cicada Pooh	P
Some mad thing that left its thicket	O
For mere love of music flew	P
With its little heart on fire	H
Lighted on the crippled lyre	G
	-
So that when Ah joy our singer	H
For his truant string	D
Feels with disconcerted finger	H
What does cricket else but fling	D
Fiery heart forth sound the note	O
Wanted by the throbbing throat	O
	-
Ay and ever to the ending	D
Cricket chirps at need	O
Executes the hand's intending	D
Promptly perfectly indeed	O
Saves the singer from defeat	O
With her chirrup low and sweet	O
	-
Till at ending all the judges	Q
Cry with one assent	O
Take the prize a prize who grudges	Q
Such a voice and instrument	O
Why we took your lyre for harp	R
So it shrilled us forth F sharp	R
	-
Did the conqueror spurn the creature	H
Once its service done	J
That's no such uncommon feature	H
In the case when Music's son	J
Finds his Lotte's power too spent	O
For aiding soul development	O
	-
No This other on returning	D
Homeward prize in hand	O
Satisfied his bosom's yearning	D
Sir I hope you understand	O
Said Some record there must be	A
Of this cricket's help to me	A
	-
So he made himself a statue	P
Marble stood life size	N
On the lyre he pointed at you	P
Perched his partner in the prize	N
Never more apart you found	O
Her he throned from him she crowned	O
	-
That's the tale its application	J
Somebody I know	F
Hopes one day for reputation	J
Thro' his poetry that's Oh	F
All so learned and so wise	N
And deserving of a prize	N
	-
If he gains one will some ticket	O
When his statue's built	O
Tell the gazer 'Twas a cricket	O
Helped my crippled lyre whose lilt	O
Sweet and low when strength usurped	O
Softness' place i' the scale she chirped	O
	-
For as victory was nighest	O
While I sang and played	O
With my lyre at lowest highest	O
Right alike one string that made	O
'Love' sound soft was snapt in twain	S
Never to be heard again	T
	-
Had not a kind cricket fluttered	O
Perched upon the place	U
Vacant left and duly uttered	O
'Love Love Love ' whene'er the bass	V
Asked the treble to atone	W
For its somewhat sombre drone	W
	-
But you don't know music Wherefore	H
Keep on casting pearls	X
To a poet All I care for	H
Is to tell him that a girl's	X
Love comes aptly in when gruff	Y
Grows his singing There enough	Y

Robert Browning

A Tale - Epilogue To "the Two Poets Of Croisic." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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