Builders Of Ruins Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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We build with strength and deep tower wallA
That shall be shattered thus and thusB
And fair and great are court and hallA
But how fair this is not for usB
Who know the lack that lurks in allA
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We know we know how all too brightC
The hues are that our painting wearsD
And how the marble gleams too whiteC
We speak in unknown tongues the yearsE
Interpret everything arightC
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And crown with weeds our pride of towersF
And warm our marble through with sunG
And break our pavements through with flowersF
With an Amen when all is doneG
Knowing these perfect things of oursF
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O days we ponder left aloneH
Like children in their lonely hourI
And in our secrets keep your ownH
As seeds the color of the flowerI
To day they are not all unknownH
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The stars that 'twixt the rise and fallA
Like relic seers shall one by oneG
Stand musing o'er our empty hallA
And setting moons shall brood uponJ
The frscoes of our inward wallA
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And when some midsummer shall beK
Hither shall come some little oneG
Dusty with bloom of flowers is heK
Sit on a ruin i' the late long sunG
And think one foot upon his kneeK
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And where they wrought these lives of oursF
So many worded many souledC
A north west wind will take the towersF
And dark with color sunny and coldC
Will range alone among the flowersF
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And here or there at our desireI
The little clamorous owl shall sitC
Through her still time and we aspireL
To make a law and know not itC
Unto the life of a wild briarI
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Our purpose is distinct and dearM
Though from our open eyes 'tis hiddenG
Thou time to come shall make it clearM
Undoing our work we are children chiddenG
With pity and smiles of many a yearM
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We shall allot the praise and guessN
What part is yours and what is oursF
O years that certainly will blessN
Our flowers with fruits our seeds with flowersF
With ruin all our perfectnessF
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Be patient Time of our delaysF
Too happy hopes and wasted fearsF
Our faithful ways our wilful waysF
Solace our labors O our seersF
The seasons and our bards the daysF
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And make our pause and silence brimO
With the shrill children's play and sweetsF
Of those pathetic flowers and dimO
Of those eternal flowers my KeatsF
Dying felt growing over himO

Alice Meynell



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