The Defeat Of Youth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I UNDER THE TREESA
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There had been phantoms pale remembered shapesB
Of this and this occasion sisterlyC
In their resemblances each effigyD
Crowned with the same bright hair above the nape'sB
White rounded firmness and each body alertE
With such swift loveliness that very restF
Seemed a poised movement phantoms that impressedF
But a faint influence and could bless or hurtE
No more than dreams And these ghost things were sheD
For formless still without identityD
Not one she seemed not clear but many and dimG
One face among the legions of the streetH
Indifferent mystery she was for himG
Something still uncreated incompleteH
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Bright windy sunshine and the shadow of cloudJ
Quicken the heavy summer to new birthK
Of life and motion on the drowsing earthK
The huge elms stir till all the air is loudJ
With their awakening from the muffled sleepL
Of long hot days And on the wavering lineM
That marks the alternate ebb of shade and shineM
Under the trees a little group is deepL
In laughing talk The shadow as it flowsB
Across them dims the lustre of a roseB
Quenches the bright clear gold of hair the greenN
Of a girl's dress and life seems faint The lightO
Swings back and in the rose a fire is seenN
Gold hair's aflame and green grows emerald brightO
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She leans and there is laughter in the faceB
She turns towards him and it seems a doorP
Suddenly opened on some desolate placeB
With a burst of light and music What beforeP
Was hidden shines in loveliness revealedQ
Now first he sees her beautiful and knowsB
That he must love her and the doom is sealedQ
Of all his happiness and all the woesB
That shall be born of pregnant years hereafterR
The swift poise of a head a flutter of laughterR
And love flows in on him its vastness pentS
Within his narrow life the pain it bringsB
Boundless for love is infinite discontentS
With the poor lonely life of transient thingsB
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Men see their god an immanence divineM
Smile through the curve of flesh or moulded clayC
In bare ploughed lands that go sloping awayC
To meet the sky in one clean exquisite lineM
Out of the short seen dawns of ecstasyD
They draw new beauty whence new thoughts are bornU
And in their turn conceive as grains of cornU
Germ and create new life and endlesslyD
Shall live creating Out of earthly seedsB
Springs the aerial flower One spirit proceedsB
Through change the same in body and in soulC
The spirit of life and love that triumphs stillC
In its slow struggle towards some far off goalC
Through lust and death and the bitterness of willC
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One spirit it is that stirs the fathomless deepL
Of human minds that shakes the elms in stormV
That sings in passionate music or on warmV
Still evenings bosoms forth the tufted sleepL
Of thistle seeds that wait a travelling windW
One spirit shapes the subtle rhythms of thoughtX
And the long thundering seas the soul is wroughtX
Of one stuff with the body matter and mindW
Woven together in so close a meshY
That flowers may blossom into a song that fleshY
May strangely teach the loveliest holiest thingsB
To watching spirits Truth is brought to birthK
Not in some vacant heaven its beauty springsB
From the dear bosom of material earthK
VI IN THE HAY LOFTZ
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The darkness in the loft is sweet and warmV
With the stored hay darkness intensifiedA2
By one bright shaft that enters through the wideA2
Tall doors from under fringes of a stormV
Which makes the doomed sun brighter On the hayC
Perched mountain high they sit and silentlyD
Watch the motes dance and look at the dark skyB2
And mark how heartbreakingly far awayC
And yet how close and clear the distance seemsB
While all at hand is cloud brightness of dreamsB
Unrealisable yet seen so clearC2
So only just beyond the dark They waitD2
Scarce knowing what they wait for half in fearC2
Expectance draws the curtain from their fateD2
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VIID
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The silence of the storm weighs heavilyD
On their strained spirits sometimes one will sayC
Some trivial thing as though to ward awayC
Mysterious powers that imminently lieB2
In wait with the strong exorcising graceB
Of everyday's futility DesireR
Becomes upon a sudden a crystal fireR
Defined and hard If he could kiss her faceB
Could kiss her hair As if by chance her handE2
Brushes on his Ah can she understandE2
Or is she pedestalled above the touchF2
Of his desire He wonders dare he seekG2
From her that little that infinitely muchF2
And suddenly she kissed him on the cheekG2
VIII MOUNTAINSB
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A stronger gust catches the cloud and twistsB
A spindle of rifted darkness through its heartH2
A gash in the damp grey which thrust apartH2
Reveals black depths a moment Then the mistsB
Shut down again a white uneasy seaD
Heaves round the climbers and beneath their feetH
He strains on upwards through the wind and sleetH
Poised or swift moving or laboriouslyD
Lifting his weight And if he should let goI2
What would he find down there down there belowI2
The curtain of the mist What would he findW
Beyond the dim and stifling now and hereJ2
Beneath the unsettled turmoil of his mindW
Oh there were nameless depths he shrank with fearC2
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The hills more glorious in their coat of snowI2
Rise all around him in the valleys runK2
Bright streams and there are lakes that catch the sunK2
And sunlit fields of emerald far belowI2
That seem alive with inward light In smokeL2
The far horizons fade and there is peaceD
On everything a sense of blessed releaseD
From wilful strife Like some prophetic cloakL2
The spirit of the mountains has descendedM2
On all the world and its unrest is endedM2
Even the sea glimpsed far away seems stillC
Hushed to a silver peace its storm and strifeD
Mountains of vision calm above fate and willC
You hold the promise of the freer lifeD
X IN THE LITTLE ROOMN2
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London unfurls its incense coloured duskO2
Before the panes rich but a while agoI2
With the charred gold and the red ember glowI2
Of dying sunset Houses quit the huskO2
Of secrecy which through the day returnsD
A blank to all enquiry but at nightsD
The cheerfulness of fire and lamp invitesD
The darkness inward curious of what burnsD
With such a coloured life when all is deadP2
The daylight world outside with overheadP2
White clouds and where we walk the blazeD
Of wet and sunlit streets shops and the streamQ2
Of glittering traffic all that the nights eraseD
Colour and speed surviving but in dreamQ2
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Outside the dusk but in the little roomN2
All is alive with light which brightly glintsD
On curving cup or the stiff folds of chintzD
Evoking its own whiteness Shadows loomN2
Bulging and black upon the walls where hangR2
Rich coloured plates of beauties that appealC
Less to the sense of sight than to the feelC
So moistly satin are their breasts A pangR2
Almost of pain runs through him when he seesD
Hanging a homeless marvel next to theseD
The silken breastplate of a mandarinK2
Centuries dead which he had given herR
Exquisite miracle when men could spinS2
Jay's wing and belly of the kingfisherR
XIID
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In silence and as though expectantlyC
She crouches at his feet while he caressesD
His light drawn fingers with the touch of tressesD
Sleeked round her head close banded lustrouslyC
Save where at nape and temple the smooth brownT2
Sleaves out into a pale transparent mistU2
Of hair and tangled light So to existU2
Poised 'twixt the deep of thought where spirits drownT2
Life in a void impalpable nothingnessD
And on the other side the pain and stressD
Of clamorous action and the gnawing fireR
Of will focal upon a point of earth even thusD
To sit eternally without desireR
And yet self known were happiness for usD
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XIIID
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She turns her head and in a flash of laughterR
Looks up at him and helplessly he feelsD
That life has circled with returning wheelsD
Back to a starting point Before and afterR
Merge in this instant momently the sameV2
For it was thus she leaned and laughing turnedW2
When manifest the spirit of beauty burnedW2
In her young body with an inward flameV2
And first he knew and loved her In full tideA2
Life halts within him suddenly stupefiedA2
Sight blackness lightning struck but blindly tenderR
He draws her up to meet him and she liesD
Close folded by his arms in glad surrenderR
Smiling and with drooped head and half closed eyesD
XIVD
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'I give you all would that I might give more '-
He sees the colour dawn across her cheeksD
And die again to white marks as she speaksD
The trembling of her lips as though she boreP
Some sudden pain and hardly mastered itA2
Within his arms he feels her shudderingX2
Piteously trembling like some wild wood thingX2
Caught unawares Compassion infiniteA2
Mounts up within him Thus to hold and keepL
And comfort her distressed lull her to sleepL
And gently kiss her brow and hair and eyesD
Seems love perfected templed high and whiteA2
Against the calm of golden autumn skiesD
And shining quenchlessly with vestal lightA2
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XVD
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But passion ambushed by the aerial shrineM
Comes forth to dance a hoofed obscenityA2
His satyr's dance with laughter in his eyeB2
And cruelty along the scarlet lineM
Of his bright smiling mouth All uncontrolledA2
Love's rebel servant he delights to beatA2
The maddening quick dry rhythm of goatish feetA2
Even in the sanctuary and makes boldA2
To mime himself the godhead of the placeD
He turns in terror from her trance calmed faceD
From the white lidded languor of her eyesD
From lips that passion never shook beforeP
But glad in the promise of her sacrificeD
'I give you all would that I might give more '-
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He is afraid seeing her lie so stillC
So utterly his own afraid lest sheA2
Should open wide her eyes and let him seeA2
The passionate conquest of her virgin willC
Shine there in triumph starry bright with tearsD
He thrusts her from him face and hair and breastA2
Hands he had touched lips that his lips had pressedA2
Seem things deadly to be desired He fearsD
Lest she should body forth in palpable shameV2
Those dreams and longings that his blood aflameV2
Through the hot dark of summer nights had dreamedA2
And longed Must all his love then turn to thisD
Was lust the end of what so pure had seemedA2
He must escape ah God her touch her kissD
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XVII IN THE PARKY2
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Laughing 'To night ' I said to him 'the ParkY2
Has turned the garden of a symbolistA2
Those old great trees that rise above the mistA2
Gold with the light of evening and the darkY2
Still water where the dying sun evokesD
An echoed glory here I recognizeD
Those ancient gardens mirrored by the eyesD
Of poets that hate the world of common folksD
Like you and me and that thin pious crowdA2
Which yonder sings its hymns so humbly proudA2
Of holiness The garden of escapeZ2
Lies here a small green world and still the brideA2
Of quietness although an imminent rapeZ2
Roars ceaselessly about on every side '-
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I had forgotten what I had lightly saidA2
And without speech without a thought I wentA2
Steeped in that golden quiet all contentA2
To drink the transient beauty as it spedA2
Out of eternal darkness into timeA3
To light and burn and know itself a fireR
Yet doomed ah fate of the fulfilled desireR
To fade a meteor paying for the crimeA3
Of living glorious in the denser airB3
Of our material earth A strange despairB3
An agony yet strangely subtly sweetA2
And tender as an unpassionate caressD
Filled me Oh laughter youth's conceitA2
Grown almost conscious of youth's feeblenessD
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XIXD
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He spoke abrupt across my dream 'Dear GardenK2
A stranger to your magic peace I standA2
Beyond your walls lost in a fevered landA2
Of stones and fire Would that the gods would hardenK2
My soul against its torment or would blindA2
Those yearning glimpses of a life at restA2
In perfect beauty glimpses at the bestA2
Through unpassed bars And here without the windA2
Of scattering passion blows and women passD
Glitter eyed down putrid alleys where the glassD
Of some grimed window suddenly paradesD
Ah sickening heart beat of desire the graceD
Of bare and milk warm flesh the vision fadesD
And at the pane shows a blind tortured face '-
XX SELF TORMENTA2
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The days pass by empty of thought and willC
His thought grows stagnant at its very springsD
With every channel on the world of thingsD
Dammed up and thus by its long standing stillC
Poisons itself and sickens to decayC
All his high love for her his fair desireR
Loses its light and a dull rancorous fireR
Burning darkness and bitterness that preyC
Upon his heart are left His spirit burnsD
Sometimes with hatred or the hatred turnsD
To a fierce lust for her more cruel than hateA2
Till he is weary wrestling with its forceD
And evermore she haunts him early and lateA2
As pitilessly as an old remorseD
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XXID
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Streets and the solitude of country placesD
Were once his friends But as a man born blindA2
Opening his eyes from lovely dreams might findA2
The world a desert and men's larval facesD
So hateful he would wish to seek againC3
The darkness and his old chimeric sightA2
Of beauties inward so that fresh delightA2
Vision of bright fields and angelic menC3
That love which made him all the world is goneD3
Hating and hated now he stands aloneE3
An island point measureless gulfs apartA2
From other lives from the old happinessD
Of being more than self when heart to heartA2
Gave all yet grew the greater not the lessD
XXII THE QUARRY IN THE WOODA2
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Swiftly deliberate he seeks the placeD
A small wind stirs the copse is bright in the sunK2
Like quicksilver the shine and shadow runK2
Across the leaves A bramble whips his faceD
The tears spring fast and through the rainbow mistA2
He sees a world that wavers like the flameV2
Of a blown candle Tears of pain and shameV2
And lips that once had laughed and sung and kissedA2
Trembling in the passion of his sobbing breathF3
The world a candle shuddering to its deathF3
And life a darkness blind and utterly voidA2
Of any love or goodness all deceitA2
This friendship and this God all shams destroyedA2
And truth seen nowG3
Earth fails beneath his feetA2

Aldous Huxley



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