The Red Lacquer Music-stand Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A music stand of crimson lacquer long since broughtA
In some fast clipper ship from China quaintly wroughtA
With bossed and carven flowers and fruits in blackening goldB
The slender shaft all twined about and thickly scrolledB
With vine leaves and young twisted tendrils whirling curlingC
Flinging their new shoots over the four wings and swirlingC
Out on the three wide feet in golden lumps and streamsD
Petals and apples in high relief and where the seamsD
Are worn with handling through the polished crimson sheenE
Long streaks of black the under lacquer shine out cleanE
Four desks adjustable to suit the heights of playersF
Sitting to viols or standing up to sing four layersF
Of music to serve every instrument are thereG
And on the apex a large flat topped golden pearG
It burns in red and yellow dusty smouldering lightsH
When the sun flares the old barn chamber with its flightsH
And skips upon the crystal knobs of dim sideboardsH
Legless and mouldy and hops glint to glint on hoardsH
Of scythes and spades and dinner horns so the old toolsH
Are little candles throwing brightness round in poolsH
With Oriental splendour red and gold the dustB
Covering its flames like smoke and thinning as a gustB
Of brighter sunshine makes the colours leap and rangeI
The strange old music stand seems to strike out and changeI
To stroke and tear the darkness with sharp golden clawsH
To dart a forked vermilion tongue from open jawsH
To puff out bitter smoke which chokes the sun and fadeB
Back to a still faint outline obliterate in shadeB
Creeping up the ladder into the loft the BoyJ
Stands watching very still prickly and hot with joyJ
He sees the dusty sun mote slit by streaks of redB
He sees it split and stream and all about his headB
Spikes and spears of gold are licking pricking flickingC
Scratching against the walls and furniture and nickingC
The darkness into sparks chipping away the gloomK
The Boy's nose smarts with the pungence in the roomK
The wind pushes an elm branch from before the doorL
And the sun widens out all along the floorL
Filling the barn chamber with white straightforward lightB
So not one blurred outline can tease the mind to frightB
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O All ye Works of the Lord Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify HimM
for everN
O let the Earth Bless the Lord Yea let it Praise Him and Magnify HimM
for everN
O ye Mountains and Hills Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify HimM
for everN
O All ye Green Things upon the Earth Bless ye the Lord Praise HimM
and Magnify Him for everN
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The Boy will praise his God on an altar builded fairG
Will heap it with the Works of the Lord In the morning airG
Spices shall burn on it and by their pale smoke curledB
Like shoots of all the Green Things the God of this bright WorldB
Shall see the Boy's desire to pay his debt of praiseH
The Boy turns round about seeking with careful gazeH
An altar meet and worthy but each table and chairG
Has some defect each piece is needing some repairG
To perfect it the chairs have broken legs and backsH
The tables are uneven and every highboy lacksH
A handle or a drawer the desks are bruised and wornO
And even a wide sofa has its cane seat tornO
Only in the gloom far in the corner thereG
The lacquer music stand is elegant and rareG
Clear and slim of line with its four wings outspreadB
The sound of old quartets a tenuous faint threadB
Hanging and floating over it it stands supremeP
Black and gold and crimson in one twisted schemeP
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A candle on the bookcase feels a draught and waversH
Stippling the white washed walls with dancing shades and quaversH
A bed post grown colossal jigs about the ceilingC
And shadows strangely altered stain the walls revealingC
Eagles and rabbits and weird faces pulled awryQ
And hands which fetch and carry things incessantlyR
Under the Eastern window where the morning sunS
Must touch it stands the music stand and on each oneS
Of its broad platforms is a pyramid of stonesH
And metals and dried flowers and pine and hemlock conesH
An oriole's nest with the four eggs neatly blownT
The rattle of a rattlesnake and three large brownU
Butternuts uncracked six butterflies impaledB
With a green luna moth a snake skin freshly scaledB
Some sunflower seeds wampum and a bloody tooth shellV
A blue jay feather all together piled pell mellV
The stand will hold no more The Boy with humming headB
Looks once again blows out the light and creeps to bedB
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The Boy keeps solemn vigil while outside the windB
Blows gustily and clear and slaps against the blindB
He hardly tries to sleep so sharp his ecstasyR
It burns his soul to emptiness and sets it freeR
For adoration only for worship DedicateB
His unsheathed soul is naked in its novitiateB
The hours strike below from the clock on the stairG
The Boy is a white flame suspiring in prayerG
Morning will bring the sun the Golden Eye of HimM
Whose splendour must be veiled by starry cherubimM
Whose Feet shimmer like crystal in the streets of HeavenS
Like an open rose the sun will stand up evenW
Fronting the window sill and when the casement glowsH
Rose red with the new blown morning then the fire which flowsH
From the sun will fall upon the altar and igniteB
The spices and his sacrifice will burn in perfumed lightB
Over the music stand the ghosts of sounds will swimM
'Viols d'amore' and 'hautbois' accorded to a hymnM
The Boy will see the faintest breath of angels' wingsH
Fanning the smoke and voices will flower through the stringsH
He dares no farther vision and with scalding eyesH
Waits upon the daylight and his great empriseH
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The cold grey light of dawn was whitening the wallX
When the Boy fine drawn by sleeplessness started his ritualY
He washed all shivering and pointed like a flameM
He threw the shutters open and in the window frameM
The morning glimmered like a tarnished Venice glassH
He took his Chinese pastilles and put them in a massH
Upon the mantelpiece till he could seek a plateB
Worthy to hold them burning Alas He had been lateB
In thinking of this need and now he could not findB
Platter or saucer rare enough to ease his mindB
The house was not astir and he dared not go downU
Into the barn chamber lest some door should be blownT
And slam before the draught he made as he went outB
The light was growing yellower and still he looked aboutB
A flash of almost crimson from the gilded pearG
Upon the music stand startled him waiting thereG
The sun would rise and he would meet it unpreparedB
Labelled a fool in having missed what he had daredB
He ran across the room took his pastilles and laidB
Them on the flat topped pear most carefully displayedB
To light with ease then stood a little to one sideB
Focussed a burning glass and painstakingly triedB
To hold it angled so the bunched and prismed raysH
Should leap upon each other and spring into a blazeH
Sharp as a wheeling edge of disked carnation flameM
Gem hard and cutting upward slowly the round sun cameM
The arrowed fire caught the burning glass and glancedB
Split to a multitude of pointed spears and lancedB
A deeper hotter flame it took the incense pileZ
Which welcomed it and broke into a little smileZ
Of yellow flamelets creeping crackling thrusting upA2
A golden red slashed lily in a lacquer cupA2
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O ye Fire and Heat Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify HimM
for everN
O ye Winter and Summer Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify HimM
for everN
O ye Nights and Days Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify HimM
for everN
O ye Lightnings and Clouds Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify HimM
for everN
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A moment so it hung wide curved bright petalled seemingC
A chalice foamed with sunrise The Boy woke from his dreamingC
A spike of flame had caught the card of butterfliesH
The oriole's nest took fire soon all four galleriesH
Where he had spread his treasures were become one tongueC
Of gleaming brutal fire The Boy instantly swungC
His pitcher off the wash stand and turned it upside downU
The flames drooped back and sizzled and all his senses grownT
Acute by fear the Boy grabbed the quilt from his bedB
And flung it over all and then with aching headB
He watched the early sunshine glint on the remainsH
Of his holy offering The lacquer stand had stainsH
Ugly and charred all over and where the golden pearG
Had been a deep black hole gaped miserably His dearB2
Treasures were puffs of ashes only the stones were thereG
Winking in the brightnessH
The clock upon the stairG
Struck five and in the kitchen someone shook a grateB
The Boy began to dress for it was getting lateB

Amy Lowell



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