An Ode To The Hills Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCEDE FGHGIJIKJK LELECDCDDD KAKALDLMDM HDHDKDKNDN DDDDOPOKPK KDKDKKKQKQ ADADEKEGKG DDDDDQDKQK KKKKKRKSRS LDLDTKTOKO

AEons ago ye wereA
Before the struggling changeful race of manB
Wrought into being ere the tragic stirA
Of human toil and deep desire beganB
So shall ye still remainC
Lords of an elder and immutable raceD
When many a broad metropolis of the plainC
Or thronging port by some renowned shoreE
Is sunk in nameless ruin and its placeD
Recalled no moreE
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Empires have come and goneF
And glorious cities fallen in their primeG
Divine far echoing names once writ in stoneH
Have vanished in the dust and void of timeG
But ye firm set secureI
Like Treasure in the hardness of God's palmJ
Are yet the same for ever ye endureI
By virtue of an old slow ripening wordK
In your grey majesty and sovereign calmJ
Untouched unstirredK
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Tempest and thunderstrokeL
With whirlwinds dipped in midnight at the coreE
Have torn strange furrows through your forest cloakL
And made your hollow gorges clash and roarE
And scarred your brows in vainC
Around your barren heads and granite steepsD
Tempestuous grey battalions of the rainC
Charge and recharge across the plateaued floorsD
Drenching the serried pines and the hail sweepsD
Your pitiless scaursD
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The long midsummer heatK
Chars the thin leafage of your rocks in fireA
Autumn with windy robe and ruinous feetK
On your wide forests wreaks his fell desireA
Heaping in barbarous wreckL
The treasure of your sweet and prosperous daysD
And lastly the grim tyrant at whose beckL
Channels are turned to stone and tempests wheelM
On brow and breast and shining shoulder laysD
His hand of steelM
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And yet not harsh aloneH
Nor wild nor bitter are your destiniesD
O fair and sweet for all your heart of stoneH
Who gather beauty round your Titan kneesD
As the lens gathers lightK
The dawn gleams rosy on your splendid browsD
The sun at noonday folds you in his mightK
And swathes your forehead at his going downN
Last leaving where he first in pride bestowsD
His golden crownN
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In unregarded gloomsD
Where hardly shall a human footstep passD
Myriads of ferns and soft maianthemumsD
Or lily breathing slender pyrolasD
Distil their hearts for youO
Far in your pine clad fastnesses ye keepP
Coverts the lonely thrush shall wander throughO
With echoes that seem ever to recedeK
Touching from pine to pine from steep to steepP
His ghostly reedK
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The fierce things of the wildK
Find food and shelter in your tenantless rocksD
The eagle on whose wings the dawn hath smiledK
The loon the wild cat and the bright eyed foxD
For far away indeedK
Are all the ominous noises of mankindK
The slaughterer's malice and the trader's greedK
Your rugged haunts endure no slaveryQ
No treacherous hand is there to crush or bindK
But all are freeQ
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Therefore out of the stirA
Of cities and the ever thickening pressD
The poet and the worn philosopherA
To your bare peaks and radiant lonelinessD
Escape and breathe once moreE
The wind of the Eternal that clear moodK
Which Nature and the elder ages boreE
Lends them new courage and a second primeG
At rest upon the cool infinitudeK
Of Space and TimeG
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The mists of troublous daysD
The horror of fierce hands and fraudful lipsD
The blindness gathered in Life's aimless waysD
Fade from them and the kind Earth spirit stripsD
The bandage from their eyesD
Touches their hearts and bids them feel and seeQ
Beauty and Knowledge with that rare appriseD
Pour over them from some divine abodeK
Falling as in a flood of memoryQ
The bliss of GodK
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I too perchance some dayK
When Love and Life have fallen far apartK
Shall slip the yoke and seek your upward wayK
And make my dwelling in your changeless heartK
And there in some quiet gladeK
Some virgin plot of turf some innermost dellR
Pure with cool water and inviolate shadeK
I'll build a blameless altar to the dearS
And kindly gods who guard your haunts so wellR
From hurt or fearS
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There I will dream day longL
And honour them in many sacred waysD
With hushed melody and uttered songL
And golden meditation and with praiseD
I'll touch them with a prayerT
To clothe my spirit as your might is cladK
With all things bountiful divine and fairT
Yet inwardly to make me hard and trueO
Wide seeing passionless immutably gladK
And strong like youO

Archibald Lampman



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