The Red Lacquer Music-stand Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHHHHH BBIIHHBBJJBBCCKKLLBB MNMNMNMN GGBBHHGGHHOOGGBBPP HHCCQRSSHHTUBBVVBB BBRRBBGGMMSWHHBBMMHH HH XYMMHHBBBBUTBBGGBBBB BBHHMMBBZZA2A2 MNMNMNMN CCHHCCUTBBHHGB2GHGBBA music stand of crimson lacquer long since brought | A |
In some fast clipper ship from China quaintly wrought | A |
With bossed and carven flowers and fruits in blackening gold | B |
The slender shaft all twined about and thickly scrolled | B |
With vine leaves and young twisted tendrils whirling curling | C |
Flinging their new shoots over the four wings and swirling | C |
Out on the three wide feet in golden lumps and streams | D |
Petals and apples in high relief and where the seams | D |
Are worn with handling through the polished crimson sheen | E |
Long streaks of black the under lacquer shine out clean | E |
Four desks adjustable to suit the heights of players | F |
Sitting to viols or standing up to sing four layers | F |
Of music to serve every instrument are there | G |
And on the apex a large flat topped golden pear | G |
It burns in red and yellow dusty smouldering lights | H |
When the sun flares the old barn chamber with its flights | H |
And skips upon the crystal knobs of dim sideboards | H |
Legless and mouldy and hops glint to glint on hoards | H |
Of scythes and spades and dinner horns so the old tools | H |
Are little candles throwing brightness round in pools | H |
With Oriental splendour red and gold the dust | B |
Covering its flames like smoke and thinning as a gust | B |
Of brighter sunshine makes the colours leap and range | I |
The strange old music stand seems to strike out and change | I |
To stroke and tear the darkness with sharp golden claws | H |
To dart a forked vermilion tongue from open jaws | H |
To puff out bitter smoke which chokes the sun and fade | B |
Back to a still faint outline obliterate in shade | B |
Creeping up the ladder into the loft the Boy | J |
Stands watching very still prickly and hot with joy | J |
He sees the dusty sun mote slit by streaks of red | B |
He sees it split and stream and all about his head | B |
Spikes and spears of gold are licking pricking flicking | C |
Scratching against the walls and furniture and nicking | C |
The darkness into sparks chipping away the gloom | K |
The Boy's nose smarts with the pungence in the room | K |
The wind pushes an elm branch from before the door | L |
And the sun widens out all along the floor | L |
Filling the barn chamber with white straightforward light | B |
So not one blurred outline can tease the mind to fright | B |
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O All ye Works of the Lord Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify Him | M |
for ever | N |
O let the Earth Bless the Lord Yea let it Praise Him and Magnify Him | M |
for ever | N |
O ye Mountains and Hills Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify Him | M |
for ever | N |
O All ye Green Things upon the Earth Bless ye the Lord Praise Him | M |
and Magnify Him for ever | N |
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The Boy will praise his God on an altar builded fair | G |
Will heap it with the Works of the Lord In the morning air | G |
Spices shall burn on it and by their pale smoke curled | B |
Like shoots of all the Green Things the God of this bright World | B |
Shall see the Boy's desire to pay his debt of praise | H |
The Boy turns round about seeking with careful gaze | H |
An altar meet and worthy but each table and chair | G |
Has some defect each piece is needing some repair | G |
To perfect it the chairs have broken legs and backs | H |
The tables are uneven and every highboy lacks | H |
A handle or a drawer the desks are bruised and worn | O |
And even a wide sofa has its cane seat torn | O |
Only in the gloom far in the corner there | G |
The lacquer music stand is elegant and rare | G |
Clear and slim of line with its four wings outspread | B |
The sound of old quartets a tenuous faint thread | B |
Hanging and floating over it it stands supreme | P |
Black and gold and crimson in one twisted scheme | P |
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A candle on the bookcase feels a draught and wavers | H |
Stippling the white washed walls with dancing shades and quavers | H |
A bed post grown colossal jigs about the ceiling | C |
And shadows strangely altered stain the walls revealing | C |
Eagles and rabbits and weird faces pulled awry | Q |
And hands which fetch and carry things incessantly | R |
Under the Eastern window where the morning sun | S |
Must touch it stands the music stand and on each one | S |
Of its broad platforms is a pyramid of stones | H |
And metals and dried flowers and pine and hemlock cones | H |
An oriole's nest with the four eggs neatly blown | T |
The rattle of a rattlesnake and three large brown | U |
Butternuts uncracked six butterflies impaled | B |
With a green luna moth a snake skin freshly scaled | B |
Some sunflower seeds wampum and a bloody tooth shell | V |
A blue jay feather all together piled pell mell | V |
The stand will hold no more The Boy with humming head | B |
Looks once again blows out the light and creeps to bed | B |
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The Boy keeps solemn vigil while outside the wind | B |
Blows gustily and clear and slaps against the blind | B |
He hardly tries to sleep so sharp his ecstasy | R |
It burns his soul to emptiness and sets it free | R |
For adoration only for worship Dedicate | B |
His unsheathed soul is naked in its novitiate | B |
The hours strike below from the clock on the stair | G |
The Boy is a white flame suspiring in prayer | G |
Morning will bring the sun the Golden Eye of Him | M |
Whose splendour must be veiled by starry cherubim | M |
Whose Feet shimmer like crystal in the streets of Heaven | S |
Like an open rose the sun will stand up even | W |
Fronting the window sill and when the casement glows | H |
Rose red with the new blown morning then the fire which flows | H |
From the sun will fall upon the altar and ignite | B |
The spices and his sacrifice will burn in perfumed light | B |
Over the music stand the ghosts of sounds will swim | M |
'Viols d'amore' and 'hautbois' accorded to a hymn | M |
The Boy will see the faintest breath of angels' wings | H |
Fanning the smoke and voices will flower through the strings | H |
He dares no farther vision and with scalding eyes | H |
Waits upon the daylight and his great emprise | H |
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The cold grey light of dawn was whitening the wall | X |
When the Boy fine drawn by sleeplessness started his ritual | Y |
He washed all shivering and pointed like a flame | M |
He threw the shutters open and in the window frame | M |
The morning glimmered like a tarnished Venice glass | H |
He took his Chinese pastilles and put them in a mass | H |
Upon the mantelpiece till he could seek a plate | B |
Worthy to hold them burning Alas He had been late | B |
In thinking of this need and now he could not find | B |
Platter or saucer rare enough to ease his mind | B |
The house was not astir and he dared not go down | U |
Into the barn chamber lest some door should be blown | T |
And slam before the draught he made as he went out | B |
The light was growing yellower and still he looked about | B |
A flash of almost crimson from the gilded pear | G |
Upon the music stand startled him waiting there | G |
The sun would rise and he would meet it unprepared | B |
Labelled a fool in having missed what he had dared | B |
He ran across the room took his pastilles and laid | B |
Them on the flat topped pear most carefully displayed | B |
To light with ease then stood a little to one side | B |
Focussed a burning glass and painstakingly tried | B |
To hold it angled so the bunched and prismed rays | H |
Should leap upon each other and spring into a blaze | H |
Sharp as a wheeling edge of disked carnation flame | M |
Gem hard and cutting upward slowly the round sun came | M |
The arrowed fire caught the burning glass and glanced | B |
Split to a multitude of pointed spears and lanced | B |
A deeper hotter flame it took the incense pile | Z |
Which welcomed it and broke into a little smile | Z |
Of yellow flamelets creeping crackling thrusting up | A2 |
A golden red slashed lily in a lacquer cup | A2 |
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O ye Fire and Heat Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify Him | M |
for ever | N |
O ye Winter and Summer Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify Him | M |
for ever | N |
O ye Nights and Days Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify Him | M |
for ever | N |
O ye Lightnings and Clouds Bless ye the Lord Praise Him and Magnify Him | M |
for ever | N |
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A moment so it hung wide curved bright petalled seeming | C |
A chalice foamed with sunrise The Boy woke from his dreaming | C |
A spike of flame had caught the card of butterflies | H |
The oriole's nest took fire soon all four galleries | H |
Where he had spread his treasures were become one tongue | C |
Of gleaming brutal fire The Boy instantly swung | C |
His pitcher off the wash stand and turned it upside down | U |
The flames drooped back and sizzled and all his senses grown | T |
Acute by fear the Boy grabbed the quilt from his bed | B |
And flung it over all and then with aching head | B |
He watched the early sunshine glint on the remains | H |
Of his holy offering The lacquer stand had stains | H |
Ugly and charred all over and where the golden pear | G |
Had been a deep black hole gaped miserably His dear | B2 |
Treasures were puffs of ashes only the stones were there | G |
Winking in the brightness | H |
The clock upon the stair | G |
Struck five and in the kitchen someone shook a grate | B |
The Boy began to dress for it was getting late | B |
Amy Lowell
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