A Letter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBCDEFEFGFGHIHIHF HJKGKGGLGLJHHHGGGGML MLKNKNFGCGCOCJPQPPKG KGPHJHKHJHGGGGKLKLHO HOMJMGPRPRCKCKSGPGAfter W M P | A |
Dear Kitty | A |
At length the term's ending | B |
I 'm in for my Schools in a week | C |
And the time that at present I'm spending | B |
On you should be spent upon Greek | C |
But I'm fairly well read in my Plato | D |
I'm thoroughly red in the eyes | E |
And I've almost forgotten the way to | F |
Be healthy and wealthy and wise | E |
So 'the best of all ways' why repeat you | F |
The verse at a m | G |
When I 'm stealing an hour to entreat you | F |
Dear Kitty to come to Commem | G |
Oh come You shall rustle in satin | H |
Through halls where Examiners trod | I |
Your laughter shall triumph o'er Latin | H |
In lecture room garden and quad | I |
They stand in the silent Sheldonian | H |
Our orators waiting for you | F |
Their style guaranteed Ciceronian | H |
Their subject 'the Ladies in Blue ' | J |
The Vice sits arrayed in his scarlet | K |
He's pale but they say he dissem | G |
bles by calling his Beadle a 'varlet' | K |
Whenever he thinks of Commem | G |
There are dances flirtations at Nuneham | G |
Flower shows the procession of Eights | L |
There's a list stretching usque ad Lunam | G |
Of concerts and lunches and fetes | L |
There's the Newdigate all about 'Gordon ' | J |
So sweet and they say it will scan | H |
You shall flirt with a Proctor a Warden | H |
Shall run for your shawl and your fan | H |
They are sportive as gods broken loose from | G |
Olympus and yet very em | G |
inent men There are plenty to choose from | G |
You'll find if you come to Commem | G |
I know your excuses Red Sorrel | M |
Has stumbled and broken her knees | L |
Aunt Phoebe thinks waltzing immoral | M |
And 'Algy you are such a tease | L |
It's nonsense of course but she is strict' | K |
And little Dick Hodge has the croup | N |
And there's no one to visit your 'district' | K |
Or make Mother Tettleby's soup | N |
Let them cease for a se'nnight to plague you | F |
Oh leave them to manage pro tem | G |
With their croups and their soups and their ague | C |
Dear Kitty and come to Commem | G |
Don't tell me Papa has lumbago | C |
That you haven't a frock fit to wear | O |
That the curate 'has notions and may go | C |
To lengths if there's nobody there ' | J |
That the Squire has 'said things' to the Vicar | P |
And the Vicar 'had words' with the Squire | Q |
That the Organist's taken to liquor | P |
And leaves you to manage the choir | P |
For Papa must be cured and the curate | K |
Coerced and your gown is a gem | G |
And the moral is Don't be obdurate | K |
Dear Kitty but come to Commem | G |
'My gown Though no doubt sir you're clever | P |
You 'd better leave fashions alone | H |
Do you think that a frock lasts for ever ' | J |
Dear Kitty I'll grant you have grown | H |
But I thought of my 'scene' with McVittie | K |
That night when he trod on your train | H |
At the Bachelor's Ball ''Twas a pity ' | J |
You said but I knew 'twas Champagne | H |
And your gown was enough to compel me | G |
To fall down and worship its hem | G |
Are 'hems' wearing If not you shall tell me | G |
What is when you come to Commem | G |
Have you thought since that night of the Grotto | K |
Of the words whispered under the palms | L |
While the minutes flew by and forgot to | K |
Remind us of Aunt and her qualms | L |
Of the stains of the old Journalisten | H |
Of the rose that I begged from your hair | O |
When you turned and I saw something glisten | H |
Dear Kitty don't frown it was there | O |
But that idiot Delane in the middle | M |
Bounced in with 'Our dance I ahem ' | J |
And the rose you may find in my Liddell | M |
And Scott when you come to Commem | G |
Then Kitty let 'yes' be the answer | P |
We'll dance at the 'Varsity Ball | R |
And the morning shall find you a dancer | P |
In Christ Church or Trinity hall | R |
And perhaps when the elders are yawning | C |
And rafters grow pale overhead | K |
With the day there shall come with its dawning | C |
Some thought of that sentence unsaid | K |
Be it this be it that 'I forget ' or | S |
'Was joking' whatever the fem | G |
inine fib you'll have made me your debtor | P |
And come you will come to Commem | G |
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
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