The Death Of Marie Toro Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFF GHGHIJIJKLK LMNONPHPHQRQRSTSTHUH U VWVRXRXRRYRYZRZRLL EA2EA2FFB2EB2EQC2QC2 D2D2 XE2XE2F2E2F2E2 E2E2E2E2RR XXE2E2E2E2| We're taking Marie Toro to her home in P egrave re La Chaise | A |
| We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting place | B |
| Behold her hearse is hung with wreaths till everything is hid | C |
| Except the blossoms heaping high upon her coffin lid | C |
| A week ago she roamed the street a draggle and a slut | D |
| A by word of the Boulevard and everybody's butt | D |
| A week ago she haunted us we heard her whining cry | E |
| We brushed aside the broken blooms she pestered us to buy | E |
| A week ago she had not where to rest her weary head | F |
| But now oh follow follow on for Marie Toro's dead | F |
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| Oh Marie she was once a queen ah yes a queen of queens | G |
| High throned above the Carnival she held her splendid sway | H |
| For four and twenty crashing hours she knew what glory means | G |
| The cheers of half a million throats the d eacute lire of a day | H |
| Yet she was only one of us a little sewing girl | I |
| Though far the loveliest and best of all our laughing band | J |
| Then Fortune beckoned off she danced amid the dizzy whirl | I |
| And we who once might kiss her cheek were proud to kiss her hand | J |
| For swiftly as a star she soared she had her every wish | K |
| We saw her roped with pearls of price with princes at her call | L |
| And yet and yet I think her dreams were of the old Boul' Mich' | K |
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| And yet I'm sure within her heart she loved us best of all | L |
| For one night in the Purple Pig upon the rue Saint Jacques | M |
| We laughed and quaffed a limousine came swishing to the door | N |
| Then Raymond Jolicoeur cried out It's Queen Marie come back | O |
| In satin clad to make us glad and witch our hearts once more | N |
| But no her face was strangely sad and at the evening's end | P |
| Dear lads she said I love you all and when I'm far away | H |
| Remember oh remember little Marie is your friend | P |
| And though the world may lie between I'm coming back some day | H |
| And so she went and many a boy who's fought his way to Fame | Q |
| Can look back on the struggle of his garret days and bless | R |
| The loyal heart the tender hand the Providence that came | Q |
| To him and all in hour of need in sickness and distress | R |
| Time passed away She won their hearts in London Moscow Rome | S |
| They worshiped her in Argentine adored her in Brazil | T |
| We smoked our pipes and wondered when she might be coming home | S |
| And then we learned the luck had turned the things were going ill | T |
| Her health had failed her beauty paled her lovers fled away | H |
| And some one saw her in Peru a common drab at last | U |
| So years went by and faces changed our beards were sadly gray | H |
| And Marie Toro's name became an echo of the past | U |
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| You know that old and withered man that derelict of art | V |
| Who for a paltry franc will make a crayon sketch of you | W |
| In slouching hat and shabby cloak he looks and is the part | V |
| A sodden old Bohemian without a single sou | R |
| A boon companion of the days of Rimbaud and Verlaine | X |
| He broods and broods and chews the cud of bitter souvenirs | R |
| Beneath his mop of grizzled hair his cheeks are gouged with pain | X |
| The saffron sockets of his eyes are hollowed out with tears | R |
| Well one night in the D'Harcourt's din I saw him in his place | R |
| When suddenly the door was swung a woman halted there | Y |
| A woman cowering like a dog with white and haggard face | R |
| A broken creature bent of spine a daughter of Despair | Y |
| She looked and looked as to her breast she held some withered bloom | Z |
| Too late Too late they all are dead and gone I heard her say | R |
| And once again her weary eyes went round and round the room | Z |
| Not one of all I used to know she turned to go away | R |
| But quick I saw the old man start Ah no he cried not all | L |
| Oh Marie Toro queen of queens don't you remember Paul | L |
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| Oh Marie Marie Toro in my garret next the sky | E |
| Where many a day and night I've crouched with not a crust to eat | A2 |
| A picture hangs upon the wall a fortune couldn't buy | E |
| A portrait of a girl whose face is pure and angel sweet | A2 |
| Sadly the woman looked at him Alas it's true she said | F |
| That little maid I knew her once It's long ago she's dead | F |
| He went to her he laid his hand upon her wasted arm | B2 |
| Oh Marie Toro come with me though poor and sick am I | E |
| For old times' sake I cannot bear to see you come to harm | B2 |
| Ah there are memories God knows that never never die | E |
| Too late she sighed I've lived my life of splendor and of shame | Q |
| I've been adored by men of power I've touched the highest height | C2 |
| I've squandered gold like heaps of dirt oh I have played the game | Q |
| I've had my place within the sun and now I face the night | C2 |
| Look look you see I'm lost to hope I live no matter how | D2 |
| To drink and drink and so forget that's all I care for now | D2 |
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| And so she went her heedless way and all our help was vain | X |
| She trailed along with tattered shawl and mud corroded skirt | E2 |
| She gnawed a crust and slept beneath the bridges of the Seine | X |
| A garbage thing a composite of alcohol and dirt | E2 |
| The students learned her story and the cafes knew her well | F2 |
| The Pascal and the Panth eacute on the Sufflot and Vachette | E2 |
| She shuffled round the tables with the flowers she tried to sell | F2 |
| A living mask of misery that no one will forget | E2 |
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| And then last week I missed her and they found her in the street | E2 |
| One morning early huddled down for it was freezing cold | E2 |
| But when they raised her ragged shawl her face was still and sweet | E2 |
| Some bits of broken bloom were clutched within her icy hold | E2 |
| That's all Ah yes they say that saw her blue wide open eyes | R |
| Were beautiful with joy again with radiant surprise | R |
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| A week ago she begged for bread we've bought for her a stone | X |
| And a peaceful place in P egrave re La Chaise where she'll be well alone | X |
| She cost a king his crown they say oh wouldn't she be proud | E2 |
| If she could see the wreaths to day the coaches and the crowd | E2 |
| So follow follow follow on with slow and sober tread | E2 |
| For Marie Toro gutter waif and queen of queens is dead | E2 |
Robert William Service
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