A Dialogue At Fiesole Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDB AEF AGHIAJ AKLM ANO APQR AS ATUVSW AUCX AYUNGGZZA2A2SSSSB2B2 C2C2WWD2U E2E2F2F2G2G2NNISSSU H2H2I2I2ZZRRJ2J2YYK2 K2NU AL2SSYSM2G2C AN2ZSD2PO2AP2Q2J2N AUNCCR2R2SSIISSWWU AYS2T2ISD2U2V2N AAW2 AQ2X2JI2Y2O AZ2A3B3Y AC3D3S2E3F3SVG3C2H3I 3PJ3SB2Y AK3L3M3N3O2SO3SP3SSJ 2YJQ3P3R3S3NT3N3J2SU 3WK3ST2KNOV3W3BK2YN3 O2S3YX3Y3SI3F3P3YOSO YOOZ3| HE | A |
| Halt here awhile That mossy cushioned seat | B |
| Is for your queenliness a natural throne | C |
| As I am fitly couched on this low sward | D |
| Here at your feet | B |
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| SHE | A |
| And I in thought at yours | E |
| My adoration deepest | F |
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| HE | A |
| Deep so deep | G |
| I have no thought wherewith to fathom it | H |
| Or shall I say no flight of song so high | I |
| To reach the Heaven whence you look down on me | A |
| My star my far off star | J |
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| SHE | A |
| If far yet fixed | K |
| No shifting planet leaving you to seek | L |
| Where now it shines | M |
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| HE | A |
| A little light if near | N |
| Glows livelier than the largest orb in Heaven | O |
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| SHE | A |
| But little lights burn quickly out and then | P |
| Another must be kindled Stars gleam on | Q |
| Unreached but unextinguished Now the song | R |
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| HE | A |
| Yes yes the song your music to my verse | S |
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| SHE | A |
| In this sequestered dimple of the hill | T |
| Forgotten by the furrow none will hear | U |
| Only the nightingales that misconceive | V |
| The mid day darkness of the cypresses | S |
| For curtained night | W |
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| HE | A |
| And they will hush to hear | U |
| A sudden singing sweeter than their own | C |
| Delay not the enchantment but begin | X |
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| SHE | A |
| singing | Y |
| If you were here if you were here | U |
| The cattle bells would sound more clear | N |
| The cataracts would flash and leap | G |
| More silvery from steep to steep | G |
| The farewell of a rosier glow | Z |
| Soften the summit of the snow | Z |
| The valley take a tenderer green | A2 |
| In dewy gorge and dim ravine | A2 |
| The loving bramble flowers embrace | S |
| The rough thorn with a gentler grace | S |
| The gentian open bluer eyes | S |
| In bluer air to bluer skies | S |
| The frail anemone delay | B2 |
| The jonquil hasten on its way | B2 |
| The primrose linger past its time | C2 |
| The violet prolong its prime | C2 |
| And every flower that seeks the light | W |
| On Alpine lowland Alpine height | W |
| Wear April's smile without its tear | D2 |
| If you were here if you were here | U |
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| If you were here the Spring would wake | E2 |
| A fuller music in the brake | E2 |
| The mottled misselthrush would pipe | F2 |
| A note more ringing rich and ripe | F2 |
| The whitethroat peer above its nest | G2 |
| With brighter eye and downier breast | G2 |
| The cuckoo greet the amorous year | N |
| Chanting its joy without its jeer | N |
| The lark betroth the earth and sky | I |
| With peals of heavenlier minstrelsy | S |
| And every wildwood bird rejoice | S |
| On fleeter wing with sweeter voice | S |
| If you were here | U |
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| If you were here I too should feel | H2 |
| The moisture of the Springtide steal | H2 |
| Along my veins and rise and roll | I2 |
| Through every fibre of my soul | I2 |
| In my live breast would melt the snow | Z |
| And all its channels flush and flow | Z |
| With waves of life and streams of song | R |
| Frozen and silent all too long | R |
| A something in each wilding flower | J2 |
| Something in every scented shower | J2 |
| Something in flitting voice and wing | Y |
| Would drench my heart and bid me sing | Y |
| Not in this feeble halting note | K2 |
| But like the merle's exulting throat | K2 |
| With carol full and carol clear | N |
| If you were here if you were here | U |
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| HE | A |
| Hark How the hills have caught the strain and seem | L2 |
| Loth to surrender it and now enclose | S |
| Its cadence in the silence of their folds | S |
| Still as you sang the verses had the wing | Y |
| Of that which buoyed them and your aery voice | S |
| Lifted my drooping music from the ground | M2 |
| Now that you cease there is an empty nest | G2 |
| From which the full fledged melody hath flown | C |
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| SHE | A |
| Dare I with you contend in metaphor | N2 |
| It might not be so fanciful to show | Z |
| That nest and eggs and music all are yours | S |
| But modesty in poets is too rare | D2 |
| To be reproved for error Let me then | P |
| Be crowned full queen of song albeit in sooth | O2 |
| I am but consort owing my degree | A |
| To the real sceptred Sovereign at my side | P2 |
| But now repay my music and in kind | Q2 |
| Unfolding to my ear the youngest flower | J2 |
| Of song that seems to blossom all the year | N |
| Delay not the enchantment but begin '' | - |
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| HE | A |
| reciting Yet you are here yes you are here | U |
| There's not a voice that wakes the year | N |
| In vale frequented upland lone | C |
| But steals some sweetness from your own | C |
| When dream and darkness have withdrawn | R2 |
| I feel you in the freshening dawn | R2 |
| You fill the noonday's hushed repose | S |
| You scent the dew of daylight's close | S |
| The twilight whispers you are nigh | I |
| The stars announce you in the sky | I |
| The moon when most alone in space | S |
| Fills all the heavens with your face | S |
| In darkest hour of deepest night | W |
| I see you with the spirit's sight | W |
| And slumber murmurs in my ear | U |
| Hush she is here Sleep she is here '' | - |
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| SHE | A |
| Hark how you bare your secret when you sing | Y |
| Imagination's universal scope | S2 |
| Can swift endue this gray and shapeless world | T2 |
| With the designs and colour of the sky | I |
| What want you with our fixed and lumpish forms | S |
| You unconditioned arbiter of air | D2 |
| Yet you are here yes you are here '' The span | U2 |
| Of nimble fancy leaps the interval | V2 |
| And brings the distant nearer than the near | N |
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| HE | A |
| Distance is nearer than proximity | A |
| When distance longs proximity doth not | W2 |
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| SHE | A |
| The near is always distant to the mind | Q2 |
| That craves for satisfaction of its end | X2 |
| Nor doth the distance ever feel so far | J |
| As when the end is touched Retard that goal | I2 |
| Prolonging appetite beyond the feast | Y2 |
| That feeds anticipation | O |
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| HE | A |
| Specious foil | Z2 |
| That parries every stroke before 'tis made | A3 |
| Yet surfeit's self doth not more surely cloy | B3 |
| Than endless fasting | Y |
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| SHE | A |
| Still a swifter cure | C3 |
| Waits on too little than attends too much | D3 |
| While disappointment merely woundeth Hope | S2 |
| The deadly blow by disenchantment dealt | E3 |
| Strikes at the heart of Faith O happy you | F3 |
| The favourites of Fancy who replace | S |
| Illusion with illusion and conceive | V |
| Fresh cradles in the dark womb of the grave | G3 |
| While we prosaic victims prove that time | C2 |
| Kills love while leaving loveless life alive | H3 |
| You still divinely duped sing deathless love | I3 |
| And with your wizard music once again | P |
| Make Winter Spring Yet surely you forgive | J3 |
| That I have too much pity for the flowers | S |
| Children and poets cull to fling away | B2 |
| To be an April nosegay | Y |
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| HE | A |
| How you swell | K3 |
| The common chorus Women who are wronged | L3 |
| So roughly by men's undiscerning word | M3 |
| As though one pattern served to show them all | N3 |
| Should be more just to poets These in truth | O2 |
| Diverge from one another nowise less | S |
| Than women '' vaguely labelled children some | O3 |
| With childish voice and nature lyric bards | S |
| Weaklings that on life's threshold sweetly wail | P3 |
| But never from that silvery treble pass | S |
| Into the note and chant of manliness | S |
| Their love is like their verse a frail desire | J2 |
| A fluttering fountain falling feebly back | Y |
| Into its shallow origin Next there are | J |
| The poets of contention wrestlers born | Q3 |
| Who challenge iron Circumstance and fail | P3 |
| Generous and strong withal not strong enough | R3 |
| Since lacking sinewy wisdom hard as life | S3 |
| The love of these is like the lightning spear | N |
| And shrivels whom it touches They consume | T3 |
| All things within their reach and last of all | N3 |
| Their lonely selves and then through time they tower | J2 |
| Sublime but charred and wear on their high fronts | S |
| The gloomy glory of the sunlit pine | U3 |
| But the great gods of Song in clear white light | W |
| The radiance of their godhead calmly dwell | K3 |
| And with immutable cold starlike gaze | S |
| Scan both the upper and the under world | T2 |
| As it revolves themselves serenely fixed | K |
| Their bias is the bias of the sphere | N |
| That turns all ways but turns away from none | O |
| Save to return to it They have no feud | V3 |
| With gods or men the living or the dead | W3 |
| The past or present and their words complete | B |
| Life's incompleteness with a healing note | K2 |
| For they are not more sensitive than strong | Y |
| More wise than tender understanding all | N3 |
| At peace with all at peace with life and death | O2 |
| And love that gives a meaning unto life | S3 |
| And takes from death the meaning and the sting | Y |
| At peace with hate and every opposite | X3 |
| Were I but one of these presumptuous thought | Y3 |
| Even you the live fulfilment of such dreams | S |
| As these secrete would hazard well your love | I3 |
| On my more largely loving 'Twould be you | F3 |
| Yes even you that first would flag and fail | P3 |
| In either of my choosing you whose wing | Y |
| Would droop on mine and pray to be upborne | O |
| And when my pinions did no more suffice | S |
| For that their double load then softly down | O |
| Softly and smoothly as descending lark | Y |
| That hath fulfilled its rhapsody in Heaven | O |
| And with diminished music must decline | O |
| To earthy sounds and | Z3 |
Alfred Austin
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