To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias Poem Rhyme Scheme

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OLD FITZ who from your suburb grange	A
Where once I tarried for a while	B
Glance at the wheeling orb of change	A
And greet it with a kindly smile	B
Whom yet I see as there you sit	C
Beneath your sheltering garden tree	D
And watch your doves about you flit	C
And plant on shoulder hand and knee	D
Or on your head their rosy feet	E
As if they knew your diet spares	F
Whatever moved in that full sheet	E
Let down to Peter at his prayers	F
Who live on milk and meal and grass	G
And once for ten long weeks I tried	H
Your table of Pythagoras	G
And seem'd at first a thing enskied	H
As Shakespeare has it airy light	H
To float above the ways of men	I
Then fell from that half spiritual height	H
Chill'd till I tasted flesh again	I
One night when earth was winter b ack	J
And all the heavens flash'd in frost	H
And on me half asleep came back	J
That wholesome heat the blood had lost	H
And set me climbing icy capes	G
And glaciers over which there roll'd	H
To meet me long arm'd vines with grapes	G
Of Eshcol hugeness for the cold	H
Without and warmth within me wrought	H
To mould the dream but none can say	G
That Lenten fare makes Lenten thought	H
Who reads your golden Eastern lay	G
Than which I know no version done	K
In English more divinely well	L
A planet equal to the sun	K
Which cast it that large infidel	L
Your Omar and your Omar drew	M
Full handed plaudits from our best	H
In modern letters and from two	M
Old friends outvaluing all the rest	H
Two voices heard on earth no more	N
But we old friends are still alive	O
And I am nearing seventy four	N
While you have touch'd at seventy five	O
And so I send a birthday line	P
Of greeting and my son who dipt	H
In some forgotten book of mine	P
With sallow scraps of manuscript	H
And dating many a year ago	Q
Has hit on this which you will take	R
My Fitz and welcome as I know	Q
Less for its own than for the sake	R
Of one recalling gracious times	G
When in our younger London days	G
You found some merit in my rhymes	G
And I more pleasure in your praise	G
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TIRESIAS	G
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I WISH I were as in the years of old	H
While yet the blessed daylight made itself	S
Ruddy thro' both the roofs of sight and woke	T
These eyes now dull but then so keen to seek	U
The meanings ambush'd under all they saw	G
The flight of birds the flame of sacrifice	G
What omens may foreshadow fate to man	V
And woman and the secret of the Gods	G
My son the Gods despite of human prayer	W
Are slower to forgive than human kings	G
The great God Ares burns in anger still	X
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Against the guiltless heirs of him from Tyre	Y
Our Cadmus out of whom thou art who found	H
Beside the springs of Dirce smote and still'd	H
Thro' all its folds the multitudinous beast	H
The dragon which our trembling fathers call'd	H
The God's own son	K
A tale that told to me	D
When but thine age by age as winter white	H
As mine is now amazed but made me yearn	Z
For larger glimpses of that more than man	V
Which rolls the heavens and lifts and lays the deep	A2
Yet loves and hates with mortal hates and loves	G
And moves unseen among the ways of men	I
Then in my wanderings all the lands that lie	B2
Subjected to the Heliconian ridge	C2
Have heard this footstep fall altho' my wont	H
Was more to scale the highest of the heights	G
With some strange hope to see the nearer God	H
One naked peak the sister of the Sun	K
Would climb from out the dark and linger there	W
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To silver all the valleys with her shafts	G
There once but long ago five fold thy term	D2
Of years I lay the winds were dead for heat	H
The noonday crag made the hand burn and sick	E2
For shadow not one bush was near I rose	G
Following a torrent till its myriad falls	G
Found silence in the hollows underneath	F2
There in a secret olive glade I saw	G
Pallas Athene climbing from the bath	G2
In anger yet one glittering foot disturb'd	H
The lucid well one snowy knee was prest	H
Against the margin flowers a dreadful light	H
Came from her golden hair her golden helm	H2
And all her golden armor on the grass	G
And from her virgin breast and virgin eyes	G
Remaining fixt on mine till mine grew dark	I2
For ever and I heard a voice that said	H
Henceforth be blind for thou hast seen too much	J2
And speak the truth that no man may believe	K2
Son in the hidden world of sight that lives	G
Behind this darkness I behold her still	X
Beyond all work of those who carve the stone	L2
Beyond all dreams of Godlike womanhood	H
Ineffable beauty out of whom at a glance	G
And as it were perforce upon me flash'd	H
The power of prophesying but to me	D
No power so chain'd and coupled with the curse	G
Of blindness and their unbelief who heard	H
And heard not when I spake of famine plague	M2
Shrine shattering earthquake fire flood thunderbolt	H
And angers of the Gods for evil done	K
And expiation lack'd no power on Fate	H
Theirs or mine own for when the crowd would roar	N
For blood for war whose issue was their doom	N2
To cast wise words among the multitude	H
Was fiinging fruit to lions nor in hours	G
Of civil outbreak when I knew the twain	O2
Would each waste each and bring on both the yoke	T
Of stronger states was mine the voice to curb	P2
The madness of our cities and their kings	G
Who ever turn'd upon his heel to hear	Q2
My warning that the tyranny of one	K
Was prelude to the tyranny of all	R2
My counsel that the tyranny of all	R2
Led backward to the tyranny of one	K
This power hath work'd no good to aught that lives	G
And these blind hands were useless in their wars	G
O therefore that the unfulfill'd desire	S2
The grief for ever born from griefs to be	D
The boundless yearning of the prophet's heart	H
Could that stand forth and like a statue rear'd	H
To some great citizen wim all praise from all	R2
Who past it saying That was he	D
In vain	O2
Virtue must shape itself im deed and those	G
Whom weakness or necessity have cramp'd	H
Withm themselves immerging each his urn	Z
In his own well draws solace as he may	G
Menceceus thou hast eyes and I can hear	Q2
Too plainly what full tides of onset sap	T2
Our seven high gates and what a weight of war	N
Rides on those ringing axlesl jingle of bits	G
Shouts arrows tramp of the horn footed horse	G
That grind the glebe to powder Stony showers	G
Of that ear stunning hail of Ares crash	U2
Along the sounding walls Above below	Q
Shock after shock the song built towers and gates	G
Reel bruised and butted with the shuddering	V2
War thunder of iron rams and from within	W2
The city comes a murmur void of joy	X2
Lest she be taken captive maidens wives	G
And mothers with their babblers of the dawn	Y2
And oldest age in shadow from the night	H
Falling about their shrines before their Gods	G
And wailing Save us	G
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And they wail to thee	D
These eyeless eyes that cannot see thine own	L2
See this that only in thy virtue lies	G
The saving	V2

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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