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

HEA
Halt here awhile That mossy cushioned seatB
Is for your queenliness a natural throneC
As I am fitly couched on this low swardD
Here at your feetB
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SHEA
And I in thought at yoursE
My adoration deepestF
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Deep so deepG
I have no thought wherewith to fathom itH
Or shall I say no flight of song so highI
To reach the Heaven whence you look down on meA
My star my far off starJ
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If far yet fixedK
No shifting planet leaving you to seekL
Where now it shinesM
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A little light if nearN
Glows livelier than the largest orb in HeavenO
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But little lights burn quickly out and thenP
Another must be kindled Stars gleam onQ
Unreached but unextinguished Now the songR
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Yes yes the song your music to my verseS
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In this sequestered dimple of the hillT
Forgotten by the furrow none will hearU
Only the nightingales that misconceiveV
The mid day darkness of the cypressesS
For curtained nightW
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And they will hush to hearU
A sudden singing sweeter than their ownC
Delay not the enchantment but beginX
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singingY
If you were here if you were hereU
The cattle bells would sound more clearN
The cataracts would flash and leapG
More silvery from steep to steepG
The farewell of a rosier glowZ
Soften the summit of the snowZ
The valley take a tenderer greenA2
In dewy gorge and dim ravineA2
The loving bramble flowers embraceS
The rough thorn with a gentler graceS
The gentian open bluer eyesS
In bluer air to bluer skiesS
The frail anemone delayB2
The jonquil hasten on its wayB2
The primrose linger past its timeC2
The violet prolong its primeC2
And every flower that seeks the lightW
On Alpine lowland Alpine heightW
Wear April's smile without its tearD2
If you were here if you were hereU
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If you were here the Spring would wakeE2
A fuller music in the brakeE2
The mottled misselthrush would pipeF2
A note more ringing rich and ripeF2
The whitethroat peer above its nestG2
With brighter eye and downier breastG2
The cuckoo greet the amorous yearN
Chanting its joy without its jeerN
The lark betroth the earth and skyI
With peals of heavenlier minstrelsyS
And every wildwood bird rejoiceS
On fleeter wing with sweeter voiceS
If you were hereU
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If you were here I too should feelH2
The moisture of the Springtide stealH2
Along my veins and rise and rollI2
Through every fibre of my soulI2
In my live breast would melt the snowZ
And all its channels flush and flowZ
With waves of life and streams of songR
Frozen and silent all too longR
A something in each wilding flowerJ2
Something in every scented showerJ2
Something in flitting voice and wingY
Would drench my heart and bid me singY
Not in this feeble halting noteK2
But like the merle's exulting throatK2
With carol full and carol clearN
If you were here if you were hereU
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Hark How the hills have caught the strain and seemL2
Loth to surrender it and now encloseS
Its cadence in the silence of their foldsS
Still as you sang the verses had the wingY
Of that which buoyed them and your aery voiceS
Lifted my drooping music from the groundM2
Now that you cease there is an empty nestG2
From which the full fledged melody hath flownC
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Dare I with you contend in metaphorN2
It might not be so fanciful to showZ
That nest and eggs and music all are yoursS
But modesty in poets is too rareD2
To be reproved for error Let me thenP
Be crowned full queen of song albeit in soothO2
I am but consort owing my degreeA
To the real sceptred Sovereign at my sideP2
But now repay my music and in kindQ2
Unfolding to my ear the youngest flowerJ2
Of song that seems to blossom all the yearN
Delay not the enchantment but begin ''-
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reciting Yet you are here yes you are hereU
There's not a voice that wakes the yearN
In vale frequented upland loneC
But steals some sweetness from your ownC
When dream and darkness have withdrawnR2
I feel you in the freshening dawnR2
You fill the noonday's hushed reposeS
You scent the dew of daylight's closeS
The twilight whispers you are nighI
The stars announce you in the skyI
The moon when most alone in spaceS
Fills all the heavens with your faceS
In darkest hour of deepest nightW
I see you with the spirit's sightW
And slumber murmurs in my earU
Hush she is here Sleep she is here ''-
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Hark how you bare your secret when you singY
Imagination's universal scopeS2
Can swift endue this gray and shapeless worldT2
With the designs and colour of the skyI
What want you with our fixed and lumpish formsS
You unconditioned arbiter of airD2
Yet you are here yes you are here '' The spanU2
Of nimble fancy leaps the intervalV2
And brings the distant nearer than the nearN
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Distance is nearer than proximityA
When distance longs proximity doth notW2
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The near is always distant to the mindQ2
That craves for satisfaction of its endX2
Nor doth the distance ever feel so farJ
As when the end is touched Retard that goalI2
Prolonging appetite beyond the feastY2
That feeds anticipationO
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Specious foilZ2
That parries every stroke before 'tis madeA3
Yet surfeit's self doth not more surely cloyB3
Than endless fastingY
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Still a swifter cureC3
Waits on too little than attends too muchD3
While disappointment merely woundeth HopeS2
The deadly blow by disenchantment dealtE3
Strikes at the heart of Faith O happy youF3
The favourites of Fancy who replaceS
Illusion with illusion and conceiveV
Fresh cradles in the dark womb of the graveG3
While we prosaic victims prove that timeC2
Kills love while leaving loveless life aliveH3
You still divinely duped sing deathless loveI3
And with your wizard music once againP
Make Winter Spring Yet surely you forgiveJ3
That I have too much pity for the flowersS
Children and poets cull to fling awayB2
To be an April nosegayY
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How you swellK3
The common chorus Women who are wrongedL3
So roughly by men's undiscerning wordM3
As though one pattern served to show them allN3
Should be more just to poets These in truthO2
Diverge from one another nowise lessS
Than women '' vaguely labelled children someO3
With childish voice and nature lyric bardsS
Weaklings that on life's threshold sweetly wailP3
But never from that silvery treble passS
Into the note and chant of manlinessS
Their love is like their verse a frail desireJ2
A fluttering fountain falling feebly backY
Into its shallow origin Next there areJ
The poets of contention wrestlers bornQ3
Who challenge iron Circumstance and failP3
Generous and strong withal not strong enoughR3
Since lacking sinewy wisdom hard as lifeS3
The love of these is like the lightning spearN
And shrivels whom it touches They consumeT3
All things within their reach and last of allN3
Their lonely selves and then through time they towerJ2
Sublime but charred and wear on their high frontsS
The gloomy glory of the sunlit pineU3
But the great gods of Song in clear white lightW
The radiance of their godhead calmly dwellK3
And with immutable cold starlike gazeS
Scan both the upper and the under worldT2
As it revolves themselves serenely fixedK
Their bias is the bias of the sphereN
That turns all ways but turns away from noneO
Save to return to it They have no feudV3
With gods or men the living or the deadW3
The past or present and their words completeB
Life's incompleteness with a healing noteK2
For they are not more sensitive than strongY
More wise than tender understanding allN3
At peace with all at peace with life and deathO2
And love that gives a meaning unto lifeS3
And takes from death the meaning and the stingY
At peace with hate and every oppositeX3
Were I but one of these presumptuous thoughtY3
Even you the live fulfilment of such dreamsS
As these secrete would hazard well your loveI3
On my more largely loving 'Twould be youF3
Yes even you that first would flag and failP3
In either of my choosing you whose wingY
Would droop on mine and pray to be upborneO
And when my pinions did no more sufficeS
For that their double load then softly downO
Softly and smoothly as descending larkY
That hath fulfilled its rhapsody in HeavenO
And with diminished music must declineO
To earthy sounds andZ3

Alfred Austin



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