Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (entire) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDEFD GHHG IJJI KLLK MLLM NOON PQRP LSSL TRRU VWWV H XYYXZA2A2B2 LC2C2D2 E2F2G2E2 H YH2H2YE2I2I2E2 J2K2K2J2 LH2H2L H L2M2M2L2E2HHE2 N2E2E2N2 H2H2H2H2 C KO2O2KE2P2Q2M H2ZB2H2 C2VVC2 C E2R2R2E2E2VVE2 P2H2H2N C E2BBE2S2NNS2 CE2E2C CCH2C H2OOH2 T2KKU2 CRRC V2H2H2V2 H2W2W2H2 X2H2H2Y2 H2H2H2H2 C H2H2H2H2NZ2Z2N KE2E2K C U2OOT2H2A3A3H2 H2H2H2H2 RH2H2R H2CY2H2 CJ2J2C Y2 NY2Y2P2E2H2H2P2

Strong Son of God immortal LoveA
Whom we that have not seen thy faceB
By faith and faith alone embraceB
Believing where we cannot proveC
Thine are these orbs of light and shadeD
Thou madest Life in man and bruteE
Thou madest Death and lo thy footF
Is on the skull which thou hast madeD
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Thou wilt not leave us in the dustG
Thou madest man he knows not whyH
He thinks he was not made to dieH
And thou hast made him thou art justG
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Thou seemest human and divineI
The highest holiest manhood thouJ
Our wills are ours we know not howJ
Our wills are ours to make them thineI
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Our little systems have their dayK
They have their day and cease to beL
They are but broken lights of theeL
And thou O Lord art more than theyK
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We have but faith we cannot knowM
For knowledge is of things we seeL
And yet we trust it comes from theeL
A beam in darkness let it growM
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Let knowledge grow from more to moreN
But more of reverence in us dwellO
That mind and soul according wellO
May make one music as beforeN
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But vaster We are fools and slightP
We mock thee when we do not fearQ
But help thy foolish ones to bearR
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy lightP
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Forgive what seem d my sin in meL
What seem d my worth since I beganS
For merit lives from man to manS
And not from man O Lord to theeL
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Forgive my grief for one removedT
Thy creature whom I found so fairR
I trust he lives in thee and thereR
I find him worthier to be lovedU
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Forgive these wild and wandering criesV
Confusions of a wasted youthW
Forgive them where they fail in truthW
And in thy wisdom make me wiseV
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IH
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I held it truth with him who singsX
To one clear harp in divers tonesY
That men may rise on stepping stonesY
Of their dead selves to higher thingsX
But who shall so forecast the yearsZ
And find in loss a gain to matchA2
Or reach a hand thro time to catchA2
The far off interest of tearsB2
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Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown dL
Let darkness keep her raven glossC2
Ah sweeter to be drunk with lossC2
To dance with death to beat the groundD2
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Than that the victor Hours should scornE2
The long result of love and boastF2
Behold the man that loved and lostG2
But all he was is overwornE2
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IIH
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Old Yew which graspest at the stonesY
That name the under lying deadH2
Thy fibres net the dreamless headH2
Thy roots are wrapt about the bonesY
The seasons bring the flower againE2
And bring the firstling to the flockI2
And in the dusk of thee the clockI2
Beats out the little lives of menE2
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O not for thee the glow the bloomJ2
Who changest not in any galeK2
Nor branding summer suns availK2
To touch thy thousand years of gloomJ2
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And gazing on thee sullen treeL
Sick for thy stubborn hardihoodH2
I seem to fail from out my bloodH2
And grow incorporate into theeL
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IIIH
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O Sorrow cruel fellowshipL2
O Priestess in the vaults of DeathM2
O sweet and bitter in a breathM2
What whispers from thy lying lipL2
The stars she whispers blindly runE2
A web is wov n across the skyH
From out waste places comes a cryH
And murmurs from the dying sunE2
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And all the phantom Nature standsN2
With all the music in her toneE2
A hollow echo of my ownE2
A hollow form with empty handsN2
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And shall I take a thing so blindH2
Embrace her as my natural goodH2
Or crush her like a vice of bloodH2
Upon the threshold of the mindH2
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IVC
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To Sleep I give my powers awayK
My will is bondsman to the darkO2
I sit within a helmless barkO2
And with my heart I muse and sayK
O heart how fares it with thee nowE2
That thou should st fail from thy desireP2
Who scarcely darest to inquireQ2
What is it makes me beat so lowM
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Something it is which thou hast lostH2
Some pleasure from thine early yearsZ
Break thou deep vase of chilling tearsB2
That grief hath shaken into frostH2
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Such clouds of nameless trouble crossC2
All night below the darken d eyesV
With morning wakes the will and criesV
Thou shalt not be the fool of lossC2
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VC
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I sometimes hold it half a sinE2
To put in words the grief I feelR2
For words like Nature half revealR2
And half conceal the Soul withinE2
But for the unquiet heart and brainE2
A use in measured language liesV
The sad mechanic exerciseV
Like dull narcotics numbing painE2
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In words like weeds I ll wrap me o erP2
Like coarsest clothes against the coldH2
But that large grief which these enfoldH2
Is given in outline and no moreN
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VIC
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One writes that Other friends remainE2
That Loss is common to the raceB
And common is the commonplaceB
And vacant chaff well meant for grainE2
That loss is common would not makeS2
My own less bitter rather moreN
Too common Never morning woreN
To evening but some heart did breakS2
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O father wheresoe er thou beC
Who pledgest now thy gallant sonE2
A shot ere half thy draught be doneE2
Hath still d the life that beat from theeC
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O mother praying God will saveC
Thy sailor while thy head is bow dC
His heavy shotted hammock shroudH2
Drops in his vast and wandering graveC
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Ye know no more than I who wroughtH2
At that last hour to please him wellO
Who mused on all I had to tellO
And something written something thoughtH2
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Expecting still his advent homeT2
And ever met him on his wayK
With wishes thinking here to dayK
Or here to morrow will he comeU2
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O somewhere meek unconscious doveC
That sittest ranging golden hairR
And glad to find thyself so fairR
Poor child that waitest for thy loveC
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For now her father s chimney glowsV2
In expectation of a guestH2
And thinking this will please him bestH2
She takes a riband or a roseV2
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For he will see them on to nightH2
And with the thought her colour burnsW2
And having left the glass she turnsW2
Once more to set a ringlet rightH2
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And even when she turn d the curseX2
Had fallen and her future LordH2
Was drown d in passing thro the fordH2
Or kill d in falling from his horseY2
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O what to her shall be the endH2
And what to me remains of goodH2
To her perpetual maidenhoodH2
And unto me no second friendH2
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VIIC
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Dark house by which once more I standH2
Here in the long unlovely streetH2
Doors where my heart was used to beatH2
So quickly waiting for a handH2
A hand that can be clasp d no moreN
Behold me for I cannot sleepZ2
And like a guilty thing I creepZ2
At earliest morning to the doorN
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He is not here but far awayK
The noise of life begins againE2
And ghastly thro the drizzling rainE2
On the bald street breaks the blank dayK
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A happy lover who has comeU2
To look on her that loves him wellO
Who lights and rings the gateway bellO
And learns her gone and far from homeT2
He saddens all the magic lightH2
Dies off at once from bower and hallA3
And all the place is dark and allA3
The chambers emptied of delightH2
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So find I every pleasant spotH2
In which we two were wont to meetH2
The field the chamber and the streetH2
For all is dark where thou art notH2
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Yet as that other wandering thereR
In those deserted walks may findH2
A flower beat with rain and windH2
Which once she foster'd up with careR
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So seems it in my deep regretH2
O my forsaken heart with theeC
And this poor flower of poesyY2
Which little cared for fades not yetH2
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But since it pleased a vanish d eyeC
I go to plant it on his tombJ2
That if it can it there may bloomJ2
Or dying there at least may dieC
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IXY2
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Fair ship that from the Italian shoreN
Sailest the placid ocean plainsY2
With my lost Arthur s loved remainsY2
Spread thy full wings and waft him o erP2
So draw him home to those that mournE2
In vain a favourable speedH2
Ruffle thy mirror d mast and leadH2
Thro prosperous floods his holy urP2

Alfred Lord Tennyson



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