Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell

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The Poet To His Childhood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCD EEFG HH E IIJJ KKLM NNBB OOPP BBDD CQRR ESTT

In my thought I see you stand with a path on either handA
Hills that look into the sun and there a river'd meadow landA
And your lost voice with the things that it decreed across me thrillsB
When you thought and chose the hillsB
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'If it prove a life of pain greater have I judged the gainC
With a singing soul for music's sake I climb and meet the rainC
And I choose whilst I am calm my thought and labouring to beD
Unconsoled by sympathy '-
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But how dared you use me so For you bring my ripe years lowE
To your child's whim and a destiny your child soul could not knowE
And that small voice legislating I revolt against with tearsF
But you mark not through the yearsG
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'To the mountain leads my way If the plains are green to dayH
These my barren hills are flushing faintly strangely in the MayH
With the presence of the Spring amongst the smallest flowers that grow '-
But the summer in the snowE
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Do you know who are so bold how in sooth the rule will holdI
Settled by a wayward child's ideal at some ten years oldI
How the human arms you slip from thoughts and love you stay not forJ
Will not open to you moreJ
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You were rash then little child for the skies with storms are wildK
And you faced the dim horizon with its whirl of mists and smiledK
Climbed a little higher lonelier in the solitary sunL
To feel how the winds came onM
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But your sunny silence there solitude so light to bearN
Will become a long dumb world up in the colder sadder airN
And the little mournful lonelinesses in the little hillsB
Wider wilderness fulfilsB
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And if e'er you should come down to the village or the townO
With the cold rain for your garland and the wind for your renownO
You will stand upon the thresholds with a face or dumb desireP
Nor be known by any fireP
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It is memory that shrinks You were all too brave methinksB
Climbing solitudes of flowering cistus and the thin wild pinksB
Musing setting to a haunting air in one vague reverieD
All the life that was to beD
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With a smile do I complain in the safety of the painC
Knowing that my feet can never quit their solitudes againQ
But regret may turn with longing to that one hour's choice you hadR
When the silence broodeth sadR
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I rebel not child gone by but obey you wonderinglyE
For you knew not young rash speaker all you spoke and now will IS
With the life and all the loneliness revealed that you thought fitT
Sing the Amen knowing itT

Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell



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