The Golden Year Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDAEFGHIJHA AKLAAMNC HCOPQARASQTAUCQUAUUQ UUAVQAUAU CUWXHCQ UYAUUA U ZA2RB2AC2CU AD2H| Well you shall have that song which Leonard wrote | A |
| It was last summer on a tour in Wales | B |
| Old James was with me we that day had been | C |
| Up Snowdon and I wish'd for Leonard there | D |
| And found him in Llanberis then we crost | A |
| Between the lakes and clamber'd half way up | E |
| The counter side and that same song of his | F |
| He told me for I banter'd him and swore | G |
| They said he lived shut up within himself | H |
| A tongue tied Poet in the feverous days | I |
| That setting the how much before the how | J |
| Cry like the daughters of the horseleech 'Give | H |
| Cram us with all ' but count not me the herd | A |
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| To which 'They call me what they will ' he said | A |
| 'But I was born too late the fair new forms | K |
| That float about the threshold of an age | L |
| Like truths of Science waiting to be caught | A |
| Catch me who can and make the catcher crown'd | A |
| Are taken by the forelock Let it be | M |
| But if you care indeed to listen hear | N |
| These measured words my work of yestermorn | C |
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| 'We sleep and wake and sleep but all things move | H |
| The Sun flies forward to his brother Sun | C |
| The dark Earth follows wheel'd in her ellipse | O |
| And human things returning on themselves | P |
| Move onward leading up the golden year | Q |
| 'Ah tho' the times when some new thought can bud | A |
| Are but as poets' seasons when they flower | R |
| Yet oceans daily gaining on the land | A |
| Have ebb and flow conditioning their march | S |
| And slow and sure comes up the golden year | Q |
| 'When wealth no more shall rest in mounded heaps | T |
| But smit with fre r light shall slowly melt | A |
| In many streams to fatten lower lands | U |
| And light shall spread and man he liker man | C |
| Thro' all the season of the golden year | Q |
| 'Shall eagles not be eagles wrens be wrens | U |
| If all the world were falcons what of that | A |
| The wonder of the eagle were the less | U |
| But he not less the eagle Happy days | U |
| Roll onward leading up the golden year | Q |
| 'Fly happy happy sails and bear the Press | U |
| Fly happy with the mission of the Cross | U |
| Knit land to land and blowing havenward | A |
| With silks and fruits and spices clear of toll | V |
| Enrich the markets of the golden year | Q |
| 'But we grow old Ah when shall all men's good | A |
| Be each man's rule and universal Peace | U |
| Lie like a shaft of light across the land | A |
| And like a lane of beams athwart the sea | U |
| Thro' all the circle of the golden year ' | - |
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| Thus far he fiow'd and ended whereupon | C |
| 'Ah folly ' in mimic cadence answer'd James | U |
| 'Ah folly for it lies so far away | W |
| Not in our time nor in our children's time | X |
| 'Tis like the second world to us that live | H |
| 'Twere all as one to fix our hopes on Heaven | C |
| As on this vision of the golden year | Q |
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| With that he struck his staff against the rocks | U |
| And broke it James you know him old but full | Y |
| Of force and choler and firm upon his feet | A |
| And like an oaken stock in winter woods | U |
| O'erflourish'd with the hoary clematis | U |
| Then added all in heat | A |
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| 'What stuff is this | U |
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| Old writers push'd the happy season back | Z |
| The more fools they we forward dreamers both | A2 |
| You most that in an age when every hour | R |
| Must sweat her sixty minutes to the death | B2 |
| Live on God love us as if the seedsman rapt | A |
| Upon the teeming harvest should not plunge | C2 |
| His hand into the bag but well I know | C |
| That unto him who works and feels he works | U |
| This same grand year is ever at the doors ' | - |
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| He spoke and high above I heard them blast | A |
| The steep slate quarry and the great echo flap | D2 |
| And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff | H |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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