The Land Of Pallas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Methought I journeyed along ways that led for everA
Throughout a happy land where strife and care were deadB
And life went by me flowing like a placid riverA
Past sandy eyots where the shifting shoals make headB
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A land where beauty dwelt supreme and right the donorA
Of peaceful days a land of equal gifts and deedsC
Of limitless fair fields and plenty had with honourA
A land of kindly tillage and untroubled meadsC
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Of gardens and great fields and dreaming rose wreathed alleysD
Wherein at dawn and dusk the vesper sparrows sangE
Of cities set far off on hills down vista'd valleysD
And floods so vast and old men wist not whence they sprangE
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Of groves and forest depths and fountains softly wellingF
And roads that ran soft shadowed past the open doorsG
Of mighty palaces and many a lofty dwellingF
Where all men entered and no master trod their floorsG
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A land of lovely speech where every tone was fashionedH
By generations of emotion high and sweetI
Of thought and deed and bearing lofty and impassionedH
A land of golden calm grave forms and fretless feetI
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And every mode and saying of that land gave tokenJ
Of limits where no death or evil fortune fellK
And men lived out long lives in proud content unbrokenJ
For there no man was rich none poor but all were wellK
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And all the earth was common and no base contrivingF
Of money of coined gold was needed there or knownL
But all men wrought together without greed or strivingF
And all the store of all to each man was his ownL
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From all that busy land grey town and peaceful villageM
Where never jar was heard nor wail nor cry of strifeN
From every laden stream and all the fields of tillageM
Arose the murmur and the kindly hum of lifeN
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At morning to the fields came forth the men each neighbourA
Hand linked to other crowned with wreaths upon their hairA
And all day long with joy they gave their hands to labourA
Moving at will unhastened each man to his shareA
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At noon the women came the tall fair women bearingF
Baskets of wicker in their ample hands for eachO
And learned the day's brief tale and how the fields were faringF
And blessed them with their lofty beauty and blithe speechO
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And when the great day's toil was over and the shadowsP
Grew with the flocking stars the sound of festivalQ
Rose in each city square and all the country meadowsP
Palace and paven court and every rustic hallR
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Beside smooth streams where alleys and green gardens meetingF
Ran downward to the flood with marble steps a throngF
Came forth of all the folk at even gaily greetingF
With echo of sweet converse jest and stately songF
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In all their great fair cities there was neither seekingF
For power of gold nor greed of lust nor desperate painS
Of multitudes that starve or in hoarse anger breakingF
Beat at the doors of princes break and fall in vainS
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But all the children of that peaceful land like brothersT
Lofty of spirit wise and ever set to learnU
The chart of neighbouring souls the bent and need of othersT
Thought only of good deeds sweet speech and just returnU
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And there there was no prison power of arms nor palaceV
Where prince or judge held sway for none was needed thereA
Long ages since the very names of fraud and maliceV
Had vanished from men's tongues and died from all men's careA
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And there there were no bonds of contract deed or marriageM
No oath nor any form to make the word more sureA
For no man dreamed of hurt dishonour or miscarriageM
Where every thought was truth and every heart was pureA
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There were no castes of rich or poor of slave or masterA
Where all were brothers and the curse of gold was deadB
But all that wise fair race to kindlier ends and vasterA
Moved on together with the same majestic treadB
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And all the men and women of that land were fairerA
Than even the mightiest of our meaner race can beW
The men like gentle children great of limb yet rarerA
For wisdom and high thought like kings for majestyW
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And all the women through great ages of bright livingF
Grown goodlier of stature strong and subtly wiseX
Stood equal with the men calm counsellors ever givingF
The fire and succour of proud faith and dauntless eyesX
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And as I journeyed in that land I reached a ruinJ
The gateway of a lonely and secluded wasteY
A phantom of forgotten time and ancient doingF
Eaten by age and violence crumbled and defacedY
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On its grim outer walls the ancient world's sad gloriesD
Were recorded in fire upon its inner stoneL
Drawn by dead hands I saw in tales and tragic storiesD
The woe and sickness of an age of fear made knownL
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And lo in that grey storehouse fallen to dust and rottenJ
Lay piled the traps and engines of forgotten greedZ
The tomes of codes and canons long disused forgottenJ
The robes and sacred books of many a vanished creedZ
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An old grave man I found white haired and gently spokenJ
Who as I questioned answered with a smile benignA2
'Long years have come and gone since these poor gauds were brokenJ
Broken and banished from a life made more divineA2
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'But still we keep them stored as once our sires deemed fittingF
The symbol of dark days and lives remote and strangeM
Lest o'er the minds of any there should come unwittingF
The thought of some new order and the lust of changeM
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'If any grow disturbed we bring them gently hitherA
To read the world's grim record and the sombre loreA
Massed in these pitiless vaults and they returning thitherA
Bear with them quieter thoughts and make for change no more '-
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And thence I journeyed on by one broad way that bore meW
Out of that waste and as I passed by tower and townB2
I saw amid the limitless plain far out before meW
A long low mountain blue as beryl and its crownB2
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Was capped by marble roofs that shone like snow for whitenessV
Its foot was deep in gardens and that blossoming plainS
Seemed in the radiant shower of its majestic brightnessV
A land for gods to dwell in free from care and painS
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And to and forth from that fair mountain like a riverA
Ran many a dim grey road and on them I could seeW
A multitude of stately forms that seemed for everA
Going and coming in bright bands and near to meW
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Was one that in his journey seemed to dream and lingerA
Walking at whiles with kingly step then standing stillC2
And him I met and asked him pointing with my fingerA
The meaning of the palace and the lofty hillC2
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Whereto the dreamer 'Art thou of this land my brotherA
And knowest not the mountain and its crest of wallsD2
Where dwells the priestless worship of the all wise motherA
That is the hill of Pallas those her marble hallsD2
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'There dwell the lords of knowledge and of thought increasingF
And they whom insight and the gleams of song upliftE2
And thence as by a hundred conduits flows unceasingF
The spring of power and beauty an eternal gift '-
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Still I passed on until I reached at length not knowingF
Whither the tangled and diverging paths might leadB
A land of baser men whose coming and whose goingF
Were urged by fear and hunger and the curse of greedZ
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I saw the proud and fortunate go by me faringF
In fatness and fine robes the poor oppressed and slowF2
The faces of bowed men and piteous women bearingF
The burden of perpetual sorrow and the stamp of woeF2
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And tides of deep solicitude and wondering pityW
Possessed me and with eager and uplifted handsG2
I drew the crowd about me in a mighty cityW
And taught the message of those other kindlier landsG2
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I preached the rule of Faith and brotherly CommunionJ
The law of Peace and Beauty and the death of StrifeN
And painted in great words the horror of disunionJ
The vainness of self worship and the waste of lifeN
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I preached but fruitlessly the powerful from their stationsH2
Rebuked me as an anarch envious and badI2
And they that served them with lean hands and bitter patienceJ2
Smiled only out of hollow orbs and deemed me madI2
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And still I preached and wrought and still I bore my messageM
For well I knew that on and upward without ceaseK2
The spirit works for ever and by Faith and PresageM
That someL2

Archibald Lampman



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