'blank Misgivings Of A Creature Moving About In Worlds Not Realised.' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBDEEBFFGHGH A IJJIIJJIKKLMML A MNNMMFAMFOFOPP MFFMMFFMFFLFAL F QRLR FFFFNSNS A FTFUFFFF AVGWXYZA2FFB2C2B2 A FD2FE2AF2FG2FH2I2J2K 2F I2 FFFFSL2M2SSI2I2I2I2G I2N2FFN2AF AI2FFN2I2I2GI2I2 HFHFFFEO2O2O2EO2 M2M2FFHHFFFAGAAGI2L2 I2L2FF FFAAHHFFAAMMO2MO2I | A |
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Here am I yet another twelvemonth spent | B |
One third departed of the mortal span | C |
Carrying on the child into the man | C |
Nothing into reality Sails rent | B |
And rudder broken reason impotent | D |
Affections all unfixed so forth I fare | E |
On the mid seas unheedingly so dare | E |
To do and to be done by well content | B |
So was it from the first so is it yet | F |
Yea the first kiss that by these lips was set | F |
On any human lips methinks was sin | G |
Sin cowardice and falsehood for the will | H |
Into a deed e'en then advanced wherein | G |
God unidentified was thought of still | H |
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II | A |
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Though to the vilest things beneath the moon | I |
For poor Ease' sake I give away my heart | J |
And for the moment's sympathy let part | J |
My sight and sense of truth Thy precious boon | I |
My painful earnings lost all lost as soon | I |
Almost as gained and though aside I start | J |
Belie Thee daily hourly still Thou art | J |
Art surely as in heaven the sun at noon | I |
How much so e'er I sin whate'er I do | K |
Of evil still the sky above is blue | K |
The stars look down in beauty as before | L |
It is enough to walk as best we may | M |
To walk and sighing dream of that blest day | M |
When ill we cannot quell shall be no more | L |
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III | A |
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Well well Heaven bless you all from day to day | M |
Forgiveness too or e'er we part from each | N |
As I do give it so must I beseech | N |
I owe all much much more than I can pay | M |
Therefore it is I go how could I stay | M |
Where every look commits me to fresh debt | F |
And to pay little I must borrow yet I | A |
Enough of this already now away | M |
With silent woods and hills untenanted | F |
Let me go commune under thy sweet gloom | O |
O kind maternal Darkness hide my head | F |
The day may come I yet may re assume | O |
My place and these tired limbs recruited seek | P |
The task for which I now am all too weak | P |
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IV | - |
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Yes I have lied and so must walk my way | M |
Bearing the liar's curse upon my head | F |
Letting my weak and sickly heart be fed | F |
On food which does the present craving stay | M |
But may be clean denied me e'en to day | M |
And tho' 'twere certain yet were ought but bread | F |
Letting for so they say it seems I said | F |
And I am all too weak to disobey | M |
Therefore for me sweet Nature's scenes reveal not | F |
Their charm sweet Music greets me and I feel not | F |
Sweet eyes pass off me uninspired yea more | L |
The golden tide of opportunity | F |
Flows wafting in friendships and better I | A |
Unseeing listless pace along the shore | L |
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V | F |
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How often sit I poring o'er | Q |
My strange distorted youth | R |
Seeking in vain in all my store | L |
One feeling based on truth | R |
Amid the maze of petty life | - |
A clue whereby to move | - |
A spot whereon in toil and strife | - |
To dare to rest and love | - |
So constant as my heart would be | F |
So fickle as it must | F |
'Twere well for others as for me | F |
'Twere dry as summer dust | F |
Excitements come and act and speech | N |
Flow freely forth but no | S |
Nor they nor ought beside can reach | N |
The buried world below | S |
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VI | A |
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Like a child | F |
In some strange garden left awhile alone | T |
I pace about the pathways of the world | F |
Plucking light hopes and joys from every stem | U |
With qualms of vague misgiving in my heart | F |
That payment at the last will be required | F |
Payment I cannot make or guilt incurred | F |
And shame to be endured | F |
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VII | A |
Roused by importunate knocks | V |
I rose I turned the key and let them in | G |
First one anon another and at length | W |
In troops they came for how could I who once | X |
Had let in one nor looked him in the face | Y |
Show scruples e'er again So in they came | Z |
A noisy band of revellers vain hopes | A2 |
Wild fancies fitful joys and there they sit | F |
In my heart's holy place and through the night | F |
Carouse to leave it when the cold grey dawn | B2 |
Gleams from the East to tell me that the time | C2 |
For watching and for thought bestowed is gone | B2 |
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VIII | A |
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O kind protecting Darkness as a child | F |
Flies back to bury in its mother's lap | D2 |
His shame and his confusion so to thee | F |
O Mother Night come I within the folds | E2 |
Of thy dark robe hide thou me close for I | A |
So long so heedless with external things | F2 |
Have played the liar that whate'er I see | F |
E'en these white glimmering curtains yon bright stars | G2 |
Which to the rest rain comfort down for me | F |
Smiling those smiles which I may not return | H2 |
Or frowning frowns of fierce triumphant malice | I2 |
As angry claimants or expectants sure | J2 |
Of that I promised and may not perform | K2 |
Look me in the face O hide me Mother Night | F |
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IX | I2 |
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Once more the wonted road I tread | F |
Once more dark heavens above me spread | F |
Upon the windy down I stand | F |
My station whence the circling land | F |
Lies mapped and pictured wide below | S |
Such as it was such e'en again | L2 |
Long dreary bank and breadth of plain | M2 |
By hedge or tree unbroken lo | S |
A few grey woods can only show | S |
How vain their aid and in the sense | I2 |
Of one unaltering impotence | I2 |
Relieving not meseems enhance | I2 |
The sovereign dulness of the expanse | I2 |
Yet marks where human hand hath been | G |
Bare house unsheltered village space | I2 |
Of ploughed and fenceless tilth between | N2 |
Such aspect as methinks may be | F |
In some half settled colony | F |
From Nature vindicate the scene | N2 |
A wide and yet disheartening view | A |
A melancholy world | F |
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'Tis true | A |
Most true and yet like those strange smiles | I2 |
By fervent hope or tender thought | F |
From distant happy regions brought | F |
Which upon some sick bed are seen | N2 |
To glorify a pale worn face | I2 |
With sudden beauty so at whiles | I2 |
Lights have descended hues have been | G |
To clothe with half celestial grace | I2 |
The bareness of the desert place | I2 |
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Since so it is so be it still | H |
Could only thou my heart be taught | F |
To treasure and in act fulfil | H |
The lesson which the sight has brought | F |
In thine own dull and dreary state | F |
To work and patiently to wait | F |
Little thou think'st in thy despair | E |
How soon the o'ershaded sun may shine | O2 |
And e'en the dulling clouds combine | O2 |
To bless with lights and hues divine | O2 |
That region desolate and bare | E |
Those sad and sinful thoughts of thine | O2 |
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Still doth the coward heart complain | M2 |
The hour may come and come in vain | M2 |
The branch that withered lies and dead | F |
No suns can force to lift its head | F |
True yet how little thou canst tell | H |
How much in thee is ill or well | H |
Nor for thy neighbour nor for thee | F |
Be sure was life designed to be | F |
A draught of dull complacency | F |
One Power too is it who doth give | A |
The food without us and within | G |
The strength that makes it nutritive | A |
He bids the dry bones rise and live | A |
And e'en in hearts depraved to sin | G |
Some sudden gracious influence | I2 |
May give the long lost good again | L2 |
And wake within the dormant sense | I2 |
And love of good for mortal men | L2 |
So but thou strive thou soon shalt see | F |
Defeat itself is victory | F |
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So be it yet O Good and Great | F |
In whom in this bedarkened state | F |
I fain am struggling to believe | A |
Let me not ever cease to grieve | A |
Nor lose the consciousness of ill | H |
Within me and refusing still | H |
To recognise in things around | F |
What cannot truly there be found | F |
Let me not feel nor be it true | A |
That while each daily task I do | A |
I still am giving day by day | M |
My precious things within away | M |
Those thou didst give to keep as thine | O2 |
And casting do whate'er I may | M |
My heavenly pearls to earthly swine | O2 |
Arthur Hugh Clough
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