The Defeat Of Youth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| There had been phantoms pale remembered shapes | B |
| Of this and this occasion sisterly | C |
| In their resemblances each effigy | D |
| Crowned with the same bright hair above the nape's | B |
| White rounded firmness and each body alert | E |
| With such swift loveliness that very rest | F |
| Seemed a poised movement phantoms that impressed | F |
| But a faint influence and could bless or hurt | E |
| No more than dreams And these ghost things were she | D |
| For formless still without identity | D |
| Not one she seemed not clear but many and dim | G |
| One face among the legions of the street | H |
| Indifferent mystery she was for him | G |
| Something still uncreated incomplete | H |
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| II | I |
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| Bright windy sunshine and the shadow of cloud | J |
| Quicken the heavy summer to new birth | K |
| Of life and motion on the drowsing earth | K |
| The huge elms stir till all the air is loud | J |
| With their awakening from the muffled sleep | L |
| Of long hot days And on the wavering line | M |
| That marks the alternate ebb of shade and shine | M |
| Under the trees a little group is deep | L |
| In laughing talk The shadow as it flows | B |
| Across them dims the lustre of a rose | B |
| Quenches the bright clear gold of hair the green | N |
| Of a girl's dress and life seems faint The light | O |
| Swings back and in the rose a fire is seen | N |
| Gold hair's aflame and green grows emerald bright | O |
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| III | I |
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| She leans and there is laughter in the face | B |
| She turns towards him and it seems a door | P |
| Suddenly opened on some desolate place | B |
| With a burst of light and music What before | P |
| Was hidden shines in loveliness revealed | Q |
| Now first he sees her beautiful and knows | B |
| That he must love her and the doom is sealed | Q |
| Of all his happiness and all the woes | B |
| That shall be born of pregnant years hereafter | R |
| The swift poise of a head a flutter of laughter | R |
| And love flows in on him its vastness pent | S |
| Within his narrow life the pain it brings | B |
| Boundless for love is infinite discontent | S |
| With the poor lonely life of transient things | B |
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| IV | T |
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| Men see their god an immanence divine | M |
| Smile through the curve of flesh or moulded clay | C |
| In bare ploughed lands that go sloping away | C |
| To meet the sky in one clean exquisite line | M |
| Out of the short seen dawns of ecstasy | D |
| They draw new beauty whence new thoughts are born | U |
| And in their turn conceive as grains of corn | U |
| Germ and create new life and endlessly | D |
| Shall live creating Out of earthly seeds | B |
| Springs the aerial flower One spirit proceeds | B |
| Through change the same in body and in soul | C |
| The spirit of life and love that triumphs still | C |
| In its slow struggle towards some far off goal | C |
| Through lust and death and the bitterness of will | C |
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| V | D |
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| One spirit it is that stirs the fathomless deep | L |
| Of human minds that shakes the elms in storm | V |
| That sings in passionate music or on warm | V |
| Still evenings bosoms forth the tufted sleep | L |
| Of thistle seeds that wait a travelling wind | W |
| One spirit shapes the subtle rhythms of thought | X |
| And the long thundering seas the soul is wrought | X |
| Of one stuff with the body matter and mind | W |
| Woven together in so close a mesh | Y |
| That flowers may blossom into a song that flesh | Y |
| May strangely teach the loveliest holiest things | B |
| To watching spirits Truth is brought to birth | K |
| Not in some vacant heaven its beauty springs | B |
| From the dear bosom of material earth | K |
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| VI IN THE HAY LOFT | Z |
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| The darkness in the loft is sweet and warm | V |
| With the stored hay darkness intensified | A2 |
| By one bright shaft that enters through the wide | A2 |
| Tall doors from under fringes of a storm | V |
| Which makes the doomed sun brighter On the hay | C |
| Perched mountain high they sit and silently | D |
| Watch the motes dance and look at the dark sky | B2 |
| And mark how heartbreakingly far away | C |
| And yet how close and clear the distance seems | B |
| While all at hand is cloud brightness of dreams | B |
| Unrealisable yet seen so clear | C2 |
| So only just beyond the dark They wait | D2 |
| Scarce knowing what they wait for half in fear | C2 |
| Expectance draws the curtain from their fate | D2 |
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| VII | D |
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| The silence of the storm weighs heavily | D |
| On their strained spirits sometimes one will say | C |
| Some trivial thing as though to ward away | C |
| Mysterious powers that imminently lie | B2 |
| In wait with the strong exorcising grace | B |
| Of everyday's futility Desire | R |
| Becomes upon a sudden a crystal fire | R |
| Defined and hard If he could kiss her face | B |
| Could kiss her hair As if by chance her hand | E2 |
| Brushes on his Ah can she understand | E2 |
| Or is she pedestalled above the touch | F2 |
| Of his desire He wonders dare he seek | G2 |
| From her that little that infinitely much | F2 |
| And suddenly she kissed him on the cheek | G2 |
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| VIII MOUNTAINS | B |
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| A stronger gust catches the cloud and twists | B |
| A spindle of rifted darkness through its heart | H2 |
| A gash in the damp grey which thrust apart | H2 |
| Reveals black depths a moment Then the mists | B |
| Shut down again a white uneasy sea | D |
| Heaves round the climbers and beneath their feet | H |
| He strains on upwards through the wind and sleet | H |
| Poised or swift moving or laboriously | D |
| Lifting his weight And if he should let go | I2 |
| What would he find down there down there below | I2 |
| The curtain of the mist What would he find | W |
| Beyond the dim and stifling now and here | J2 |
| Beneath the unsettled turmoil of his mind | W |
| Oh there were nameless depths he shrank with fear | C2 |
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| IX | D |
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| The hills more glorious in their coat of snow | I2 |
| Rise all around him in the valleys run | K2 |
| Bright streams and there are lakes that catch the sun | K2 |
| And sunlit fields of emerald far below | I2 |
| That seem alive with inward light In smoke | L2 |
| The far horizons fade and there is peace | D |
| On everything a sense of blessed release | D |
| From wilful strife Like some prophetic cloak | L2 |
| The spirit of the mountains has descended | M2 |
| On all the world and its unrest is ended | M2 |
| Even the sea glimpsed far away seems still | C |
| Hushed to a silver peace its storm and strife | D |
| Mountains of vision calm above fate and will | C |
| You hold the promise of the freer life | D |
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| X IN THE LITTLE ROOM | N2 |
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| London unfurls its incense coloured dusk | O2 |
| Before the panes rich but a while ago | I2 |
| With the charred gold and the red ember glow | I2 |
| Of dying sunset Houses quit the husk | O2 |
| Of secrecy which through the day returns | D |
| A blank to all enquiry but at nights | D |
| The cheerfulness of fire and lamp invites | D |
| The darkness inward curious of what burns | D |
| With such a coloured life when all is dead | P2 |
| The daylight world outside with overhead | P2 |
| White clouds and where we walk the blaze | D |
| Of wet and sunlit streets shops and the stream | Q2 |
| Of glittering traffic all that the nights erase | D |
| Colour and speed surviving but in dream | Q2 |
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| XI | D |
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| Outside the dusk but in the little room | N2 |
| All is alive with light which brightly glints | D |
| On curving cup or the stiff folds of chintz | D |
| Evoking its own whiteness Shadows loom | N2 |
| Bulging and black upon the walls where hang | R2 |
| Rich coloured plates of beauties that appeal | C |
| Less to the sense of sight than to the feel | C |
| So moistly satin are their breasts A pang | R2 |
| Almost of pain runs through him when he sees | D |
| Hanging a homeless marvel next to these | D |
| The silken breastplate of a mandarin | K2 |
| Centuries dead which he had given her | R |
| Exquisite miracle when men could spin | S2 |
| Jay's wing and belly of the kingfisher | R |
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| XII | D |
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| In silence and as though expectantly | C |
| She crouches at his feet while he caresses | D |
| His light drawn fingers with the touch of tresses | D |
| Sleeked round her head close banded lustrously | C |
| Save where at nape and temple the smooth brown | T2 |
| Sleaves out into a pale transparent mist | U2 |
| Of hair and tangled light So to exist | U2 |
| Poised 'twixt the deep of thought where spirits drown | T2 |
| Life in a void impalpable nothingness | D |
| And on the other side the pain and stress | D |
| Of clamorous action and the gnawing fire | R |
| Of will focal upon a point of earth even thus | D |
| To sit eternally without desire | R |
| And yet self known were happiness for us | D |
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| XIII | D |
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| She turns her head and in a flash of laughter | R |
| Looks up at him and helplessly he feels | D |
| That life has circled with returning wheels | D |
| Back to a starting point Before and after | R |
| Merge in this instant momently the same | V2 |
| For it was thus she leaned and laughing turned | W2 |
| When manifest the spirit of beauty burned | W2 |
| In her young body with an inward flame | V2 |
| And first he knew and loved her In full tide | A2 |
| Life halts within him suddenly stupefied | A2 |
| Sight blackness lightning struck but blindly tender | R |
| He draws her up to meet him and she lies | D |
| Close folded by his arms in glad surrender | R |
| Smiling and with drooped head and half closed eyes | D |
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| XIV | D |
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| I give you all would that I might give more | P |
| He sees the colour dawn across her cheeks | D |
| And die again to white marks as she speaks | D |
| The trembling of her lips as though she bore | P |
| Some sudden pain and hardly mastered it | A2 |
| Within his arms he feels her shuddering | X2 |
| Piteously trembling like some wild wood thing | X2 |
| Caught unawares Compassion infinite | A2 |
| Mounts up within him Thus to hold and keep | L |
| And comfort her distressed lull her to sleep | L |
| And gently kiss her brow and hair and eyes | D |
| Seems love perfected templed high and white | A2 |
| Against the calm of golden autumn skies | D |
| And shining quenchlessly with vestal light | A2 |
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| XV | D |
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| But passion ambushed by the aerial shrine | M |
| Comes forth to dance a hoofed obscenity | A2 |
| His satyr's dance with laughter in his eye | B2 |
| And cruelty along the scarlet line | M |
| Of his bright smiling mouth All uncontrolled | A2 |
| Love's rebel servant he delights to beat | A2 |
| The maddening quick dry rhythm of goatish feet | A2 |
| Even in the sanctuary and makes bold | A2 |
| To mime himself the godhead of the place | D |
| He turns in terror from her trance calmed face | D |
| From the white lidded languor of her eyes | D |
| From lips that passion never shook before | P |
| But glad in the promise of her sacrifice | D |
| I give you all would that I might give more | P |
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| XVI | D |
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| He is afraid seeing her lie so still | C |
| So utterly his own afraid lest she | A2 |
| Should open wide her eyes and let him see | A2 |
| The passionate conquest of her virgin will | C |
| Shine there in triumph starry bright with tears | D |
| He thrusts her from him face and hair and breast | A2 |
| Hands he had touched lips that his lips had pressed | A2 |
| Seem things deadly to be desired He fears | D |
| Lest she should body forth in palpable shame | V2 |
| Those dreams and longings that his blood aflame | V2 |
| Through the hot dark of summer nights had dreamed | A2 |
| And longed Must all his love then turn to this | D |
| Was lust the end of what so pure had seemed | A2 |
| He must escape ah God her touch her kiss | D |
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| XVII IN THE PARK | Y2 |
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| Laughing To night I said to him the Park | Y2 |
| Has turned the garden of a symbolist | A2 |
| Those old great trees that rise above the mist | A2 |
| Gold with the light of evening and the dark | Y2 |
| Still water where the dying sun evokes | D |
| An echoed glory here I recognize | D |
| Those ancient gardens mirrored by the eyes | D |
| Of poets that hate the world of common folks | D |
| Like you and me and that thin pious crowd | A2 |
| Which yonder sings its hymns so humbly proud | A2 |
| Of holiness The garden of escape | Z2 |
| Lies here a small green world and still the bride | A2 |
| Of quietness although an imminent rape | Z2 |
| Roars ceaselessly about on every side | A2 |
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| XVIII | D |
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| I had forgotten what I had lightly said | A2 |
| And without speech without a thought I went | A2 |
| Steeped in that golden quiet all content | A2 |
| To drink the transient beauty as it sped | A2 |
| Out of eternal darkness into time | A3 |
| To light and burn and know itself a fire | R |
| Yet doomed ah fate of the fulfilled desire | R |
| To fade a meteor paying for the crime | A3 |
| Of living glorious in the denser air | B3 |
| Of our material earth A strange despair | B3 |
| An agony yet strangely subtly sweet | A2 |
| And tender as an unpassionate caress | D |
| Filled me Oh laughter youth's conceit | A2 |
| Grown almost conscious of youth's feebleness | D |
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| XIX | D |
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| He spoke abrupt across my dream Dear Garden | K2 |
| A stranger to your magic peace I stand | A2 |
| Beyond your walls lost in a fevered land | A2 |
| Of stones and fire Would that the gods would harden | K2 |
| My soul against its torment or would blind | A2 |
| Those yearning glimpses of a life at rest | A2 |
| In perfect beauty glimpses at the best | A2 |
| Through unpassed bars And here without the wind | A2 |
| Of scattering passion blows and women pass | D |
| Glitter eyed down putrid alleys where the glass | D |
| Of some grimed window suddenly parades | D |
| Ah sickening heart beat of desire the grace | D |
| Of bare and milk warm flesh the vision fades | D |
| And at the pane shows a blind tortured face | D |
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| XX SELF TORMENT | A2 |
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| The days pass by empty of thought and will | C |
| His thought grows stagnant at its very springs | D |
| With every channel on the world of things | D |
| Dammed up and thus by its long standing still | C |
| Poisons itself and sickens to decay | C |
| All his high love for her his fair desire | R |
| Loses its light and a dull rancorous fire | R |
| Burning darkness and bitterness that prey | C |
| Upon his heart are left His spirit burns | D |
| Sometimes with hatred or the hatred turns | D |
| To a fierce lust for her more cruel than hate | A2 |
| Till he is weary wrestling with its force | D |
| And evermore she haunts him early and late | A2 |
| As pitilessly as an old remorse | D |
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| XXI | D |
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| Streets and the solitude of country places | D |
| Were once his friends But as a man born blind | A2 |
| Opening his eyes from lovely dreams might find | A2 |
| The world a desert and men's larval faces | D |
| So hateful he would wish to seek again | C3 |
| The darkness and his old chimeric sight | A2 |
| Of beauties inward so that fresh delight | A2 |
| Vision of bright fields and angelic men | C3 |
| That love which made him all the world is gone | D3 |
| Hating and hated now he stands alone | E3 |
| An island point measureless gulfs apart | A2 |
| From other lives from the old happiness | D |
| Of being more than self when heart to heart | A2 |
| Gave all yet grew the greater not the less | D |
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| XXII THE QUARRY IN THE WOOD | A2 |
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| Swiftly deliberate he seeks the place | D |
| A small wind stirs the copse is bright in the sun | K2 |
| Like quicksilver the shine and shadow run | K2 |
| Across the leaves A bramble whips his face | D |
| The tears spring fast and through the rainbow mist | A2 |
| He sees a world that wavers like the flame | V2 |
| Of a blown candle Tears of pain and shame | V2 |
| And lips that once had laughed and sung and kissed | A2 |
| Trembling in the passion of his sobbing breath | F3 |
| The world a candle shuddering to its death | F3 |
| And life a darkness blind and utterly void | A2 |
| Of any love or goodness all deceit | A2 |
| This friendship and this God all shams destroyed | A2 |
| And truth seen now | G3 |
| Earth fails beneath his feet | A2 |
Aldous Leonard Huxley
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