Self Communion Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'The mist is resting on the hillA
The smoke is hanging in the airB
The very clouds are standing stillA
A breathless calm broods everywhereB
Thou pilgrim through this vale of tearsC
Thou too a little moment ceaseD
Thy anxious toil and fluttering fearsE
And rest thee for a while in peace 'F
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'I would but Time keeps working stillA
And moving on for good or illA
He will not rest or stayG
In pain or ease in smiles or tearsC
He still keeps adding to my yearsE
And stealing life awayG
His footsteps in the ceaseless soundH
Of yonder clock I seem to hearI
That through this stillness so profoundH
Distinctly strikes the vacant earI
For ever striding on and onJ
He pauses not by night or dayG
And all my life will soon be goneK
As these past years have slipped awayG
He took my childhood long agoL
And then my early youth and loL
He steals away my primeM
I cannot see how fast it goesN
But well my inward spirit knowsN
The wasting power of time '-
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'Time steals thy moments drinks thy breathO
Changes and wastes thy mortal frameP
But though he gives the clay to deathO
He cannot touch the inward flameP
Nay though he steals thy years awayG
Their memory is left thee stillA
And every month and every dayG
Leaves some effect of good or illA
The wise will find in Memory's storeQ
A help for that which lies beforeQ
To guide their course arightG
Then hush thy plaints and calm thy fearsE
Look back on these departed yearsE
And say what meets thy sight '-
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'I see far back a helpless childG
Feeble and full of causeless fearsE
Simple and easily beguiledG
To credit all it hearsR
More timid than the wild wood doveS
Yet trusting to another's careB
And finding in protecting loveS
Its only refuge from despairB
Its only balm for every woeL
The only bliss its soul can knowL
Still hiding in its breastG
A tender heart too prone to weepT
A love so earnest strong and deepT
It could not be expressedG
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Poor helpless thing what can it doG
Life's stormy cares and toils amongU
How tread this weary desert throughG
That awes the brave and tires the strongV
Where shall it centre so much trustG
Where truth maintains so little swayG
Where seeming fruit is bitter dustG
And kisses oft to death betrayG
How oft must sin and falsehood grieveW
A heart so ready to believeW
And willing to admireX
With strength so feeble fears so strongV
Amid this selfish bustling throngV
How will it faint and tireY
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That tender love so warm and deepT
How can it flourish here belowL
What bitter floods of tears must steepT
The stony soil where it would growL
O earth a rocky breast is thineZ
A hard soil and a cruel climeP
Where tender plants must droop and pineZ
Or alter with transforming timeP
That soul that clings to sympathyA2
As ivy clasps the forest treeA2
How can it stand aloneB2
That heart so prone to overflowL
E'en at the thought of others' woeL
How will it bear its ownB2
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How if a sparrow's death can wringC2
Such bitter tear floods from the eyeD2
Will it behold the sufferingC2
Of struggling lost humanityA2
The torturing pain the pining griefE2
The sin degraded miseryA2
The anguish that defies relief '-
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'Look back again What dost thou see '-
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'I see one kneeling on the sodG
With infant hands upraised to HeavenF2
A young heart feeling after GodG
Oft baffled never backward drivenF2
Mistaken oft and oft astrayG
It strives to find the narrow wayG
But gropes and toils aloneB2
That inner life of strife and tearsC
Of kindling hopes and lowering fearsE
To none but God is knownB2
'Tis better thus for man would scornG2
Those childish prayers those artless criesH2
That darkling spirit tossed and tornG2
But God will not despiseH2
We may regret such waste of tearsC
Such darkly toiling miseryA2
Such 'wildering doubts and harrowing fearsE
Where joy and thankfulness should beA2
But wait and Heaven will send reliefE2
Let patience have her perfect workI2
Lo strength and wisdom spring from griefE2
And joys behind afflictions lurkI2
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It asked for light and it is heardG
God grants that struggling soul reposeN
And guided by His holy wordG
It wiser than its teachers growsN
It gains the upward path at lengthJ2
And passes on from strength to strengthJ2
Leaning on Heaven the whileK2
Night's shades departing one by oneF2
It sees at last the rising sunF2
And feels his cheering smileK2
In all its darkness and distressL2
For light it sought to God it criedG
And through the pathless wildernessM2
He was its comfort and its guide '-
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'So was it and so will it beA2
Thy God will guide and strengthen theeA2
His goodness cannot failN2
The sun that on thy morning roseN
Will light thee to the evening's closeO2
Whatever storms assail '-
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'God alters not but Time on meA2
A wide and wondrous change has wroughtG
And in these parted years I seeA2
Cause for grave care and saddening thoughtG
I see that time and toil and truthP2
An inward hardness can impartG
Can freeze the generous blood of youthP2
And steel full fast the tender heart '-
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'Bless God for that divine decreeA2
That hardness comes with miseryA2
And suffering deadens painQ2
That at the frequent sight of woeL
E'en Pity's tears forget to flowL
If reason still remainQ2
Reason with conscience by her sideG
But gathers strength from toil and truthP2
And she will prove a surer guideG
Than those sweet instincts of our youthP2
Thou that hast known such anguish soreQ
In weeping where thou couldst not blessL2
Canst thou that softness so deploreQ
That suffering shrinking tendernessM2
Thou that hast felt what cankering careB
A loving heart is doomed to bearB
Say how canst thou regretG
That fires unfed must fall awayG
Long droughts can dry the softest clayG
And cold will cold beget '-
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'Nay but 'tis hard to feel that chillA
Come creeping o'er the shuddering heartG
Love may be full of pain but stillA
'Tis sad to see it so departG
To watch that fire whose genial glowL
Was formed to comfort and to cheerR2
For want of fuel fading soL
Sinking to embers dull and drearR2
To see the soft soil turned to stoneB2
For lack of kindly showersS2
To see those yearnings of the breastG
Pining to bless and to be blessedG
Drop withered frozen one by oneF2
Till centred in itself aloneB2
It wastes its blighted powersS2
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Oh I have known a wondrous joyT2
In early friendship's pure delightG
A genial bliss that could not cloyT2
My sun by day my moon by nightG
Absence indeed was sore distressL2
And thought of death was anguish keenU2
And there was cruel bitternessM2
When jarring discords rose betweenU2
And sometimes it was grief to knowL
My fondness was but half returnedG
But this was nothing to the woeL
With which another truth was learnedG
That I must check or nurse apartG
Full many an impulse of the heartG
And many a darling thoughtG
What my soul worshipped sought and prizedG
Were slighted questioned or despisedG
This pained me more than aughtG
And as my love the warmer glowedG
The deeper would that anguish sinkV2
That this dark stream between us flowedG
Though both stood bending o'er its brinkV2
Until as last I learned to bearR2
A colder heart within my breastG
To share such thoughts as I could shareR2
And calmly keep the restG
I saw that they were sundered nowW2
The trees that at the root were oneF2
They yet might mingle leaf and boughW2
But still the stems must stand aloneB2
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O love is sweet of every kindG
'Tis sweet the helpless to befriendG
To watch the young unfolding mindG
To guide to shelter and defendG
To lavish tender toil and careR2
And ask for nothing back againX2
But that our smiles a blessing bearR2
And all our toil be not in vainQ2
And sweeter far than words can tellY2
Their love whose ardent bosoms swellY2
With thoughts they need not hideG
Where fortunQ2

Anne Bronta<<



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