Water Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDDEEDDFFGGHH IIEEJJKKLLMANN OOPPFF NNQQ R STUUVV WWXXYYAMZZA2A2B2B2C2 C2 D2D2FFOOE2E2F2F2 G2G2H2H2I2I2J2J2 K2K2OO L2L2M2M2N2N2O2O2 OOE2E2JJ DDH2H2 P2P2Q2Q2QQ R2 AARRS2S2NNMMRRMT2MMN N MMU2U2V2V2H2H2MMW2W2 X2X2 MM| From Farmer Harrington's Calendar | A |
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| APRIL | B |
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| RAIN rain rain for three good solid fluid weeks | C |
| Till the air swims and all creation leaks | C |
| And street cars furnish still less room to spare | D |
| And hackmen several times have earned their fare | D |
| The omnibuses lumber through the din | E |
| And carry clay outside as well as in | E |
| The elevated trains with jerky care | D |
| Haul half way comfort through the dripping air | D |
| The gutters gallop past the liquid scene | F |
| As brisk as meadow brooks though not so clean | F |
| What trees the city keeps for comfort's sake | G |
| Are shedding tears as if their hearts would break | G |
| And water tries to get by storming steady | H |
| That fourth of all the world it hasn't already | H |
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| And men are not so sweet as men could wish | I |
| In air that wouldn't offend a moderate fish | I |
| Few places can be found outside or in | E |
| Where this dark featured weather has not been | E |
| For man has always striven and in vain | J |
| To roof his disposition from the rain | J |
| I've strolled about this morning several miles | K |
| 'Mongst men who get their living by their smiles | K |
| I've set my old umbrella up to drip | L |
| In places where I claimed relationship | L |
| Or rather where my heart did and that's more | M |
| Than blood connection is sixteen times o'er | A |
| I've journeyed up and down through half Broadway | N |
| And did not see a first class smile to day | N |
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| And so in spite of all that I can do | O |
| These gold bowed spectacles are growing blue | O |
| And my old heart must bear along the road | P |
| A fanciful but rather heavy load | P |
| A painful pressure from a hand unseen | F |
| Most any one knows nearly what I mean | F |
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| I think I'll powder up this dark skinned day | N |
| By going to night to hear the actors play | N |
| They'll make me laugh and tone me up a bit | Q |
| And get me out of this unnatural fit | Q |
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| o'clock P M | R |
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| Got back alive and that's worth thinking on | S |
| From where there's been such lots of killing done | T |
| Mercy it was a somewhat skittish sight | U |
| So many people butchered in one night | U |
| 'Twas just a lot of people playing crime | V |
| A sort of murder picnic all the time | V |
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| We found the theatre with handbills spread | W |
| Near where the notice in the paper said | W |
| The weather had slacked up an hour or so | X |
| And Wife thought she would condescend to go | X |
| And after stumbling over several chaps | Y |
| Who thought they'd met us somewhere else perhaps | Y |
| And cheerfully addressed us o'er and o'er | A |
| As if they'd known us several years or more | M |
| Persisting in affording us a chance | Z |
| To buy our tickets at a slight advance | Z |
| The theatres employ these men I've heard | A2 |
| To greet their patrons with a friendly word | A2 |
| And light their way in with kind word and smile | B2 |
| And make a dollar out of them meanwhile | B2 |
| We brushed past these remarkable dead beats | C2 |
| Some tickets bought and scrambled to our seats | C2 |
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| After a piece of music by the band | D2 |
| The curtain rose before a castle grand | D2 |
| And soldiers talking with a half scared mien | F |
| About a spook that one of them had seen | F |
| When lo this ghost appears plump to their view | O |
| And will not talk although they beg him to | O |
| I whispered to my wife that I'd a freak | E2 |
| That a newspaper man could make him speak | E2 |
| But suddenly my comments had to cease | F2 |
| For Wife encouraged me to hold my peace | F2 |
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| When lo this ghost who thus far might have come | G2 |
| Out of a sky asylum for the dumb | G2 |
| Speaks with a queer but rather human sound | H2 |
| When once his son the Prince gets on the ground | H2 |
| And taking him aside ten feet almost | I2 |
| Tells the poor boy that he's his father's ghost | I2 |
| Whose own false brother softly to him crept | J2 |
| And poured him full of poison while he slept | J2 |
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| Then the young man got mad though to my mind | K2 |
| 'Twas lunacy of quite a knowing kind | K2 |
| And went to work with an apparent view | O |
| Of killing off 'most every one he knew | O |
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| I haven't the time his actions all to state | L2 |
| I'll only say he managed it first rate | L2 |
| And some way killed all relatives he saw | M2 |
| From uncle to prospective father in law | M2 |
| And when he got through those he hadn't snuffed out | N2 |
| Were hardly worth while bothering about | N2 |
| I mustn't forget to say that this poor elf | O2 |
| Became at last a good square corpse himself | O2 |
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| I looked around and the whole building through | O |
| Women were shedding tears as if 'twas true | O |
| And Wife was 'most too much concerned to speak | E2 |
| And even my old eyes had sprung a leak | E2 |
| 'Twas a moist time and I remarked 'Tis plain | J |
| We've come out of the rain into the rain | J |
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| I got so full of funeral sitting there | D |
| Then when we once more sniffed the clean live air | D |
| It seemed a piece of good luck all around | H2 |
| To get away once more alive and sound | H2 |
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| That's what they call a tragedy where Death | P2 |
| Flies 'round till he himself gets out of breath | P2 |
| And with sword slashes and cold poison filled | Q2 |
| All who amount to anything get killed | Q2 |
| It's part of life some time again I'll view it | Q |
| But take a good square rest before I do it | Q |
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| From Arthur Selwyn's Note book | R2 |
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| Here on this sea beach I wander | A |
| Why of the storms am I fonder | A |
| Than of the sunlight above them | R |
| And the clouds why do I love them | R |
| Waves of the sky onward sweeping | S2 |
| Or to the ocean waves leaping | S2 |
| Why do I court this fierce day | N |
| Dashing my face full of spray | N |
| Why when the waves strike the shore | M |
| With their strong leonine roar | M |
| Does my soul fiercely entreat them | R |
| Rush out with rapture to meet them | R |
| Why do I love to descry | M |
| War in the fields of the sky | T2 |
| Why does the chain lightning's glare | M |
| Ploughing blue meadows of air | M |
| Look to my vision alway | N |
| Sweet as a star in the day | N |
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| You who in fair summer weather | M |
| Seek this sea city together | M |
| Built for tumultuous rest | U2 |
| With the famed ocean chief guest | U2 |
| Not half the pleasure you've known | V2 |
| That I here wand'ring alone | V2 |
| On these wet sand fields have found | H2 |
| Hearing the ocean's own sound | H2 |
| Viewing fierce waves from afar | M |
| Strive with the winter in war | M |
| Storms that tumultuously roll | W2 |
| Far through my innermost soul | W2 |
| Here you encounter at last | X2 |
| Harmonies wondrous and vast | X2 |
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| What did I find on the shore | M |
| Must I rehearse it once more | M |
William Mckendree Carleton
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