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The Palace Of Art Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I built my soul a lordly pleasure house	A
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell	B
I said O Soul make merry and carouse	C
Dear soul for all is well	B
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A huge crag platform smooth as burnish'd brass	D
I chose The ranged ramparts bright	E
From level meadow bases of deep grass	D
Suddenly scaled the light	E
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Thereon I built it firm Of ledge or shelf	F
The rock rose clear or winding stair	G
My soul would live alone unto herself	F
In her high palace there	G
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And while the world runs round and round I said	H
Reign thou apart a quiet king	I
Still as while Saturn whirls his steadfast shade	J
Sleeps on his luminous ring	I
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To which my soul made answer readily	K
Trust me in bliss I shall abide	L
In this great mansion that is built for me	K
So royal rich and wide	L
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Four courts I made East West and South and North	M
In each a squared lawn wherefrom	K
The golden gorge of dragons spouted forth	M
A flood of fountain foam	K
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And round the cool green courts there ran a row	N
Of cloisters branch'd like mighty woods	O
Echoing all night to that sonorous flow	N
Of spouted fountain floods	P
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And round the roofs a gilded gallery	K
That lent broad verge to distant lands	Q
Far as the wild swan wings to where the sky	R
Dipt down to sea and sands	Q
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From those four jets four currents in one swell	B
Across the mountain stream'd below	N
In misty folds that floating as they fell	B
Lit up a torrent bow	S
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And high on every peak a statue seem'd	T
To hang on tiptoe tossing up	U
A cloud of incense of all odour steam'd	T
From out a golden cup	U
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So that she thought And who shall gaze upon	V
My palace with unblinded eyes	W
While this great bow will waver in the sun	X
And that sweet incense rise	W
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For that sweet incense rose and never fail'd	Y
And while day sank or mounted higher	Z
The light a euml rial gallery golden rail'd	Y
Burnt like a fringe of fire	Z
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Likewise the deep set windows stain'd and traced	A2
Would seem slow flaming crimson fires	B2
From shadow'd grots of arches interlaced	A2
And tipt with frost like spires	C2
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Full of long sounding corridors it was	D2
That over vaulted grateful gloom	K
Thro' which the livelong day my soul did pass	D
Well pleased from room to room	K
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Full of great rooms and small the palace stood	E2
All various each a perfect whole	F2
From living Nature fit for every mood	G2
And change of my still soul	F2
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For some were hung with arras green and blue	H2
Showing a gaudy summer morn	I2
Where with puff'd cheek the belted hunter blew	H2
His wreathed bugle horn	I2
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One seem'd all dark and red a tract of sand	J2
And some one pacing there alone	K2
Who paced for ever in a glimmering land	J2
Lit with a low large moon	L2
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One show'd an iron coast and angry waves	M2
You seem'd to hear them climb and fall	N2
And roar rock thwarted under bellowing caves	M2
Beneath the windy wall	N2
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And one a full fed river winding slow	N
By herds upon an endless plain	O2
The ragged rims of thunder brooding low	N
With shadow streaks of rain	O2
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And one the reapers at their sultry toil	P2
In front they bound the sheaves Behind	Q2
Were realms of upland prodigal in oil	P2
And hoary to the wind	Q2
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And one a foreground black with stones and slags	M2
Beyond a line of heights and higher	Z
All barr'd with long white cloud the scornful crags	M2
And highest snow and fire	Z
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And one an English home gray twilight pour'd	R2
On dewy pastures dewy trees	M2
Softer than sleep all things in order stored	R2
A haunt of ancient Peace	M2
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Nor these alone but every landscape fair	G
As fit for every mood of mind	Q2
Or gay or grave or sweet or stern was there	G
Not less than truth design'd	Q2
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Or the maid mother by a crucifix	M2
In tracts of pasture sunny warm	K
Beneath branch work of costly sardonyx	M2
Sat smiling babe in arm	K
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Or in a clear wall'd city on the sea	M2
Near gilded organ pipes her hair	G
Wound with white roses slept St Cecily	P2
An angel look'd at her	Z
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Or thronging all one porch of Paradise	M2
A group of Houris bow'd to see	M2
The dying Islamite with hands and eyes	M2
That said We wait for thee	M2
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Or mythic Uther's deeply wounded son	X
In some fair space of sloping greens	M2
Lay dozing in the vale of Avalon	V
And watch'd by weeping queens	M2
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Or hollowing one hand against his ear	S2
To list a foot fall ere he saw	M2
The wood nymph stay'd the Ausonian king to hear	S2
Of wisdom and of law	M2
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Or over hills with peaky tops engrail'd	Q2
And many a tract of palm and rice	M2
The throne of Indian Cama slowly sail'd	Q2
A summer fann'd with spice	M2
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Or sweet Europa's mantle blew unclasp'd	Q2
From off her shoulder backward borne	I2
From one hand droop'd a crocus one hand grasp'd	Q2
The mild bull's golden horn	I2
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Or else flush'd Ganymede his rosy thigh	R
Half buried in the Eagle's down	T2
Sole as a flying star shot thro' the sky	R
Above the pillar'd town	T2
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Nor these alone but every legend fair	G
Which the supreme Caucasian mind	Q2
Carved out of Nature for itself was there	G
Not less than life design'd	Q2
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Then in the towers I placed great bells that swung	U2
Moved of themselves with silver sound	Q2
And with choice paintings of wise men I hung	U2
The royal dais round	Q2
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For there was Milton like a seraph strong	V2
Beside him Shakespeare bland and mild	Q2
And there the world worn Dante grasp'd his song	V2
And somewhat grimly smiled	Q2
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And there the Ionian father of the rest	Q2
A million wrinkles carved his skin	W2
A hundred winters snow'd upon his breast	Q2
From cheek and throat and chin	W2
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Above the fair hall ceiling stately set	Q2
Many an arch high up did lift	Q2
And angels rising and descending met	Q2
With interchange of gift	Q2
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Below was all mosaic choicely plann'd	Q2
With cycles of the human tale	P2
Of this wide world the times of every land	Q2
So wrought they will not fail	P2
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The people here a beast of burden slow	P2
Toil'd onward prick'd with goads and stings	M2
Here play'd a tiger rolling to and fro	P2
The heads and crowns of kings	M2
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Here rose an athlete strong to break or bind	Q2
All force in bonds that might endure	X2
And here once more like some sick man declined	Q2
And trusted any cure	X2
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But over these she trod and those great bells	M2
Began to chime She took her throne	K2
She sat betwixt the shining Oriels	M2
To sing her songs alone	K2
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And thro' the topmost Oriels' coloured flame	K
Two godlike faces gazed below	P2
Plato the wise and large brow'd Verulam	K
The first of those who know	P2
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And all those names that in their motion were	Z
Full welling fountain heads of change	Y2
Betwixt the slender shafts were blazon'd fair	G
In diverse raiment strange	Y2
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Thro' which the lights rose amber emerald blue	P2
Flush'd in her temples and her eyes	M2
And from her lips as morn from Memnon drew	P2
Rivers of melodies	M2
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No nightingale delighteth to prolong	V2
Her low preamble all alone	K2
More than my soul to hear her echo'd song	V2
Throb thro' the ribbed stone	K2
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Singing and murmuring in her feastful mirth	Z2
Joying to feel herself alive	A3
Lord over Nature Lord of the visible earth	Z2
Lord of the senses five	A3
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Communing with herself All these are mine	B3
And let the world have peace or wars	M2
'T is one to me She when young night divine	B3
Crown'd dying day with stars	M2
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Making sweet close of his delicious toils	M2
Lit light in wreaths and anadems	M2
And pure quintessences of precious oils	M2
In hollow'd moons of gems	M2
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To mimic heaven and clapt her hands and cried	Q2
I marvel if my still delight	Q2
In this great house so royal rich and wide	Q2
Be flatter'd to the height	Q2
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O all things fair to sate my various eyes	M2
O shapes and hues that please me well	P2
O silent faces of the Great and Wise	M2
My Gods with whom I dwell	P2
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O God like isolation which art mine	B3
I can but count thee perfect gain	O2
What time I watch the darkening droves of swine	B3
That range on yonder plain	O2
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In filthy sloughs they roll a prurient skin	W2
They graze and wallow breed and sleep	C3
And oft some brainless devil enters in	W2
And drives them to the deep	C3
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Then of the moral instinct would she prate	Q2
And of the rising from the dead	Q2
As hers by right of full accomplish'd Fate	Q2
And at the last she said	Q2
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I take possession of man's mind and deed	Q2
I care not what the sects may brawl	P2
I sit as God holding no form of creed	Q2
But contemplating all	P2
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Full oft the riddle of the painful earth	Z2
Flash'd thro' her as she sat alone	K2
Yet not the less held she her solemn mirth	Z2
And intellectual throne	K2
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And so she throve and prosper'd so three years	M2
She prosper'd on the fourth she fell	P2
Like Herod when the shout was in his ears	M2
Struck thro' with pangs of hell	P2
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Lest she should fail and perish utterly	M2
God before whom ever lie bare	G
The abysmal deeps of Personality	M2
Plagued her with sore despair	G
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When she would think where'er she turn'd her sight	Q2
The airy hand confusion wrought	Q2
Wrote Mene mene and divided quite	Q2
The kingdom of her thought	Q2
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Deep dread and loathing of her solitude	Q2
Fell on her from which mood was born	I2
Scorn of herself again from out that mood	Q2
Laughter at her self scorn	I2
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What is not this my place of strength she said	Q2
My spacious mansion built for me	M2
Whereof the strong foundation stones were laid	Q2
Since my first memory	M2
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But in dark corners of her palace stood	Q2
Uncertain shapes and unawares	M2
On white eyed phantasms weeping tears of blood	Q2
And horrible nightmares	M2
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And hollow shades enclosing hearts of flame	K
And with dim fretted foreheads all	P2
On corpses three months old at noon she came	K
That stood against the wall	P2
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A spot of dull stagnation without light	Q2
Or power of movement seem'd my soul	P2
'Mid onward sloping motions infinite	Q2
Making for one sure goal	P2
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A still salt pool lock'd in with bars of sand	Q2
Left on the shore that hears all night	Q2
The plunging seas draw backward from the land	Q2
Their moon led waters white	Q2
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A star that with the choral starry dance	M2
Join'd not but stood and standing saw	M2
The hollow orb of moving Circumstance	M2
Roll'd round by one fix'd law	M2
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Back on herself her serpent pride had curl'd	Q2
No voice she shriek'd in that lone hall	P2
No voice breaks thro' the stillness of this world	Q2
One deep deep silence all	P2
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She mouldering with the dull earth's mouldering sod	Q2
Inwrapt tenfold in slothful shame	K
Lay there exiled from eternal God	Q2
Lost to her place and name	K
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And death and life she hated equally	M2
And nothing saw for her despair	G
But dreadful time dreadful eternity	M2
No comfort anywhere	G
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Remaining utterly confused with fears	M2
And ever worse with growing time	K
And ever unrelieved by dismal tears	M2
And all alone in crime	K
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Shut up as in a crumbling tomb girt round	Q2
With blackness as a solid wall	P2
Far off she seem'd to hear the dully sound	Q2
Of human footsteps fall	P2
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As in strange lands a traveller walking slow	P2
In doubt and great perplexity	M2
A little before moon rise hears the low	P2
Moan of an unknown sea	M2
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And knows not if it be thunder or a sound	Q2
Of rocks thrown down or one deep cry	R
Of great wild beasts then thinketh I have found	Q2
A new land but I die	R
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She howl'd aloud I am on fire within	W2
There comes no murmur of reply	R
What is it that will take away my sin	W2
And save me lest I die	R
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So when four years were wholly finished	Q2
She threw her royal robes away	D3
Make me a cottage in the vale she said	Q2
Where I may mourn and pray	D3
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Yet pull not down my palace towers that are	E3
So lightly beautifully built	Q2
Perchance I may return with others there	G
When I have purged my guilt	Q2