The Call Of The City Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EFED DFGGHHII JJKKDDLL CMNNDDDD OOPPQQDDRRSSTTDD EDED| There is a saying of renown | A |
| God made the country man the town | A |
| Well everybody to his trade | B |
| But man likes best the thing he made | B |
| The town has little space to spare | C |
| The country has both space and air | C |
| The town's confined the country free | D |
| Yet spite of all the town for me | D |
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| For when the hills are grey and night is falling | E |
| And the winds sigh drearily | F |
| I hear the city calling calling calling | E |
| With a voice like the great sea | D |
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| I used to think I'd like to be | D |
| A hermit living lonesomely | F |
| Apart from human care or ken | G |
| Afar from all the haunts of men | G |
| Then I would read in Nature's book | H |
| And drink clear water from the brook | H |
| And live a life of sweet content | I |
| In hollow tree or cave or tent | I |
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| This was a dream of callow Youth | J |
| Which always overleaps the truth | J |
| And thinks fond fool it is the sum | K |
| Of things that are and things to come | K |
| But now when youth has gone from me | D |
| I crave for genial company | D |
| For Nature wild I still have zest | L |
| But human nature I love best | L |
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| I know that hayseed in the hair | C |
| Than grit and grime is healthier | M |
| And that the scent of gums is far | N |
| More sweet than reek of pavement tar | N |
| I know too that the breath of kine | D |
| Is safer than the smell of wine | D |
| I know that here my days are free | D |
| But ah the city calls to me | D |
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| Let Zimmerman and all his brood | O |
| Proclaim the charms of Solitude | O |
| I'd rather walk down Hunter street | P |
| And meet a man I like to meet | P |
| And talk with him about old times | Q |
| And how the market is for rhymes | Q |
| Between two drinks than hold commune | D |
| Upon a mountain with the moon | D |
| A soft wind in the gully deep | R |
| Is singing all the trees to sleep | R |
| And in the sweet air there is balm | S |
| And Peace is here and here is Calm | S |
| God knows how these I yearned to find | T |
| Yet I must leave them all behind | T |
| And rise and go come sun come rain | D |
| Back to the Sorceress again | D |
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| For at the dawn or when the night is falling | E |
| Or at noon when shadows flee | D |
| I hear the city calling calling calling | E |
| Through the long lone hours to me | D |
Victor James Daley
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