Hawthorn Tide Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDEEFFGGHIJIKLK LDMDMNONOEPEPLQLR AGGEELLLLSTEEUBUBDVD WXYXYEEEEEZEZVLVL AA2A2B2B2BBLLC2C2D2D 2SE2SE2E2XE2XF2E2F2E 2LULUVG2VG2LE2LE2| I | A |
| Dawn is alive in the world and the darkness of heaven and of earth | B |
| Subsides in the light of a smile more sweet than the loud noon's mirth | B |
| Spring lives as a babe lives glad and divine as the sun and unsure | C |
| If aught so divine and so glad may be worshipped and loved and endure | C |
| A soft green glory suffuses the love lit earth with delight | D |
| And the face of the noon is fair as the face of the star clothed night | D |
| Earth knows not and doubts not at heart of the glories again to be | E |
| Sleep doubts not and dreams not how sweet shall the waking beyond her be | E |
| A whole white world of revival awaits May's whisper awhile | F |
| Abides and exults in the bud as a soft hushed laugh in a smile | F |
| As a maid's mouth laughing with love and subdued for the love's sake May | G |
| Shines and withholds for a little the word she revives to say | G |
| When the clouds and the winds and the sunbeams are warring and strengthening with joy that they live | H |
| Spring from reluctance enkindled to rapture from slumber to strife | I |
| Stirs and repents and is winter and weeps and awakes as the frosts forgive | J |
| And the dark chill death of the woodland is troubled and dies into life | I |
| And the honey of heaven of the hives whence night feeds full on the springtide's breath | K |
| Fills fuller the lips of the lustrous air with delight in the dawn | L |
| Each blossom enkindling with love that is life and subsides with a smile into death | K |
| Arises and lightens and sets as a star from her sphere withdrawn | L |
| Not sleep in the rapture of radiant dreams when sundawn smiles on the night | D |
| Shows earth so sweet with a splendour and fragrance of life that is love | M |
| Each blade of the glad live grass each bud that receives or rejects the light | D |
| Salutes and responds to the marvel of Maytime around and above | M |
| Joy gives thanks for the sight and the savour of heaven and is humbled | N |
| With awe that exults in thanksgiving the towers of the flowers of the trees | O |
| Shine sweeter than snows that the hand of the season has melted and crumbled | N |
| And fair as the foam that is lesser of life than the loveliest of these | O |
| But the sense of a life more lustrous with joy and enkindled of glory | E |
| Than man's was ever or may be and briefer than joys most brief | P |
| Bids man's heart bend and adore be the man's head golden or hoary | E |
| As it leapt but a breath's time since and saluted the flower and the leaf | P |
| The rapture that springs into love at the sight of the world's exultation | L |
| Takes not a sense of rebuke from the sense of triumphant awe | Q |
| But the spirit that quickens the body fulfils it with mute adoration | L |
| And the knees would fain bow down as the eyes that rejoiced and saw | R |
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| II | A |
| Fair and sublime as the face of the dawn is the splendour of May | G |
| But the sky's and the sea's joy fades not as earth's pride passes away | G |
| Yet hardly the sun's first lightning or laughter of love on the sea | E |
| So humbles the heart into worship that knows not or doubts if it be | E |
| As the first full glory beholden again of the life new born | L |
| That hails and applauds with inaudible music the season of morn | L |
| A day's length since and it was not a night's length more and the sun | L |
| Salutes and enkindles a world of delight as a strange world won | L |
| A new life answers and thrills to the kiss of the young strong year | S |
| And the glory we see is as music we hear not and dream that we hear | T |
| From blossom to blossom the live tune kindles from tree to tree | E |
| And we know not indeed if we hear not the song of the life we see | E |
| For the first blithe day that beholds it and worships and cherishes cannot but sing | U |
| With a louder and lustier delight in the sun and the sunlit earth | B |
| Than the joy of the days that beheld but the soft green dawn of the slow faint spring | U |
| Glad and afraid to be glad and subdued in a shamefast mirth | B |
| When the first bright knoll of the woodland world laughs out into fragrant light | D |
| The year's heart changes and quickens with sense of delight in desire | V |
| And the kindling desire is one with thanksgiving for utter fruition of sight | D |
| For sight and for sense of a world that the sun finds meet for his lyre | W |
| Music made of the morning that smites from the chords of the mute world song | X |
| Trembles and quickens and lightens unfelt unbeholden unheard | Y |
| From blossom on blossom that climbs and exults in the strength of the sun grown strong | X |
| And answers the word of the wind of the spring with the sun's own word | Y |
| Hard on the skirt of the deep soft copses that spring refashions | E |
| Triumphs and towers to the height of the crown of a wildwood tree | E |
| One royal hawthorn sublime and serene as the joy that impassions | E |
| Awe that exults in thanksgiving for sight of the grace we see | E |
| The grace that is given of a god that abides for a season mysterious | E |
| And merciful fervent and fugitive seen and unknown and adored | Z |
| His presence is felt in the light and the fragrance elate and imperious | E |
| His laugh and his breath in the blossom are love's the beloved soul's lord | Z |
| For surely the soul if it loves is beloved of the god as a lover | V |
| Whose love is not all unaccepted a worship not utterly vain | L |
| So full so deep is the joy that revives for the soul to recover | V |
| Yearly beholden of hope and of memory in sunshine and rain | L |
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| III | A |
| Wonder and love stand silent stricken at heart and stilled | A2 |
| But yet is the cup of delight and of worship unpledged and unfilled | A2 |
| A handsbreadth hence leaps up laughs out as an angel crowned | B2 |
| A strong full fountain of flowers overflowing above and around | B2 |
| The boughs and the blossoms in triumph salute with adoring mirth | B |
| The womb that bare them the glad green mother the sunbright earth | B |
| Downward sweeping as song subsides into silence none | L |
| May hear what sound is the word's they speak to the brooding sun | L |
| None that hearken may hear man may but pass and adore | C2 |
| And humble his heart in thanksgiving for joy that is now no more | C2 |
| And sudden afront and ahead of him joy is alive and aflame | D2 |
| On the shrine whose incense is given of the godhead again the same | D2 |
| Pale and pure as a maiden secluded in secret and cherished with fear | S |
| One sweet glad hawthorn smiles as it shrinks under shelter screened | E2 |
| By two strong brethren whose bounteous blossom outsoars it year after year | S |
| While earth still cleaves to the live spring's breast as a babe unweaned | E2 |
| Never was amaranth fairer in fields where heroes of old found rest | E2 |
| Never was asphodel sweeter but here they endure not long | X |
| Though ever the sight that salutes them again and adores them awhile is blest | E2 |
| And the heart is a hymn and the sense is a soul and the soul is a song | X |
| Alone on a dyke's trenched edge and afar from the blossoming wildwood's verge | F2 |
| Laughs and lightens a sister triumphal in love lit pride | E2 |
| Clothed round with the sun and inviolate her blossoms exult as the springtide surge | F2 |
| When the wind and the dawn enkindle the snows of the shoreward tide | E2 |
| Hardly the worship of old that rejoiced as it knelt in the vision | L |
| Shown of the God new born whose breath is the spirit of spring | U |
| Hailed ever with love more strong and defiant of death's derision | L |
| A joy more perfect than here we mourn for as May takes wing | U |
| Time gives it and takes it again and restores it the glory the wonder | V |
| The triumph of lustrous blossom that makes of the steep sweet bank | G2 |
| One visible marvel of music inaudible over and under | V |
| Attuned as in heaven pass hence and return for the sun to thank | G2 |
| The stars and the sun give thanks for the glory bestowed and beholden | L |
| For the gladness they give and rejoice in the night and the dawn and the day | E2 |
| But nought they behold when the world is aflower and the season is golden | L |
| Makes answer as meet and as sweet as the flower that itself is May | E2 |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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