Haunting Fingers - A Phantasy In A Museum Of Musical Instruments Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KHKL MNMN OMOM PMPM MQMQ KRKR STST UMVM WXWY YZYZ| Are you awake | A |
| Comrades this silent night | B |
| Well 'twere if all of our glossy gluey make | A |
| Lay in the damp without and fell to fragments quite | B |
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| O viol my friend | C |
| I watch though Phosphor nears | D |
| And I fain would drowse away to its utter end | C |
| This dumb dark stowage after our loud melodious years | D |
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| And they felt past handlers clutch them | E |
| Though none was in the room | F |
| Old players' dead fingers touch them | E |
| Shrunk in the tomb | F |
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| 'Cello good mate | G |
| You speak my mind as yours | H |
| Doomed to this voiceless crippled corpselike state | G |
| Who dear to famed Amphion trapped here long endures | H |
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| Once I could thrill | I |
| The populace through and through | J |
| Wake them to passioned pulsings past their will | I |
| A contra basso spake so and the rest sighed anew | J |
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| And they felt old muscles travel | K |
| Over their tense contours | H |
| And with long skill unravel | K |
| Cunningest scores | L |
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| The tender pat | M |
| Of her aery finger tips | N |
| Upon me daily I rejoiced thereat | M |
| Thuswise a harpsicord as from dampered lips | N |
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| My keys' white shine | O |
| Now sallow met a hand | M |
| Even whiter Tones of hers fell forth with mine | O |
| In sowings of sound so sweet no lover could withstand | M |
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| And its clavier was filmed with fingers | P |
| Like tapering flames wan cold | M |
| Or the nebulous light that lingers | P |
| In charnel mould | M |
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| Gayer than most | M |
| Was I reverbed a drum | Q |
| The regiments marchings throngs hurrahs What a host | M |
| I stirred even when crape mufflings gagged me well nigh dumb | Q |
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| Trilled an aged viol | K |
| Much tune have I set free | R |
| To spur the dance since my first timid trial | K |
| Where I had birth far hence in sun swept Italy | R |
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| And he feels apt touches on him | S |
| From those that pressed him then | T |
| Who seem with their glance to con him | S |
| Saying Not again | T |
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| A holy calm | U |
| Mourned a shawm's voice subdued | M |
| Steeped my Cecilian rhythms when hymn and psalm | V |
| Poured from devout souls met in Sabbath sanctitude | M |
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| I faced the sock | W |
| Nightly twanged a sick lyre | X |
| Over ranked lights O charm of life in mock | W |
| O scenes that fed love hope wit rapture mirth desire | Y |
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| Thus they till each past player | Y |
| Stroked thinner and more thin | Z |
| And the morning sky grew grayer | Y |
| And day crawled in | Z |
Thomas Hardy
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