The Bothie Of Tober-na-vuolich - Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDBEAFGDBDHIHGJJKJID CHCJEDFHBLJICDJMDKJD CHBBBDBHHBDMCHBDNH BCBCBHBHBBCKBBOJJMAC CBJJEBHCEHJMJNCCHBEB HHJJECHPMFBJJIBJEAJB ECBCCMFHEMCCBCCMEJMM MQMJGCCMEJMEBECMEMEM MEMMMJMM JMJMMJRMBMBJMEMJMMMM JSJJAJEBEMAMJMMEIMEM EBMM EEEEREJMEMMMRNBEMIMM MMEAMBMTAMITEKT| A Long Vacation Pastoral | A |
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| Ut vidi ut perii ut me malus abstulit error | B |
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| So in the golden weather they waited But Philip returned not | C |
| Sunday six days thence a letter arrived in his writing | D |
| But O Muse that encompassest Earth like the ambient ether | B |
| Swifter than steamer or railway or magical missive electric | E |
| Belting like Ariel the sphere with the star like trail of thy travel | A |
| Thou with thy Poet to mortals mere post office second hand knowledge | F |
| Leaving wilt seek in the moorland of Rannoch the wandering hero | G |
| There is it there or in lofty Lochaber where silent up heaving | D |
| Heaving from ocean to sky and under snow winds of September | B |
| Visibly whitening at morn to darken by noon in the shining | D |
| Rise on their mighty foundations the brethren huge of Bennevis | H |
| There or westward away where roads are unknown to Loch Nevish | I |
| And the great peaks look abroad over Skye to the western most islands | H |
| There is it there or there we shall find our wandering hero | G |
| Here in Badenoch here in Lochaber anon in Lochiel in | J |
| Knoydart Moydart Morrer Ardgower and Ardnamurchan | J |
| Here I see him and here I see him anon I lose him | K |
| Even as cloud passing subtly unseen from mountain to mountain | J |
| Leaving the crest of Ben more to be palpable next on Ben vohrlich | I |
| Or like to hawk of the hill which ranges and soars in its hunting | D |
| Seen and unseen by turns now here now in ether eludent | C |
| Wherefore as cloud of Ben more or hawk over ranging the mountains | H |
| Wherefore in Badenoch drear in lofty Lochaber Lochiel and | C |
| Knoydart Moydart Morrer Ardgower and Ardnamurchan | J |
| Wandereth he who should either with Adam be studying logic | E |
| Or by the lochside of Rannoch on Katie his rhetoric using | D |
| He who his three weeks past past now long ago to the cottage | F |
| Punctual promised return to cares of classes and classics | H |
| He who smit to the heart by that youngest comeliest daughter | B |
| Bent unregardful of spies at her feet spreading clothes from her wash tub | L |
| Can it be with him through Badenoch Morrer and Ardna murchan | J |
| Can it be with him he beareth the golden haired lassie of Rannoch | I |
| This fierce furious walking o'er mountain top and moorland | C |
| Sleeping in shieling and bothie with drover on hill side sleeping | D |
| Folded in plaid where sheep are strewn thicker than rocks by Loch Awen | J |
| This fierce furious travel unwearying cannot in truth be | M |
| Merely the wedding tour succeeding the week of wooing | D |
| No wherever be Katie with Philip she is not I see him | K |
| Lo and he sitteth alone and these are his words in the mountain | J |
| Spirits escaped from the body can enter and be with the living | D |
| Entering unseen and retiring unquestioned they bring do they feel too | C |
| Joy pure joy as they mingle and mix inner essence with essence | H |
| Would I were dead I keep saying that so I could go and uphold her | B |
| Joy pure joy bringing with them and when they retire leaving after | B |
| No cruel shame no prostration despondency memories rather | B |
| Sweet happy hopes bequeathing Ah wherefore not thus with the living | D |
| Would I were dead I keep saying that so I could go and uphold her | B |
| Is it impossible say you these passionate fervent impulsions | H |
| These projections of spirit to spirit these inward embraces | H |
| Should in strange ways in her dreams should visit her strengthen her shield her | B |
| Is it possible rather that these great floods of feeling | D |
| Setting in daily from me towards her should impotent wholly | M |
| Bring neither sound nor motion to that sweet shore they heave to | C |
| Efflux here and there no stir nor pulse of influx | H |
| Would I were dead I keep saying that so I could go and uphold her | B |
| Surely surely when sleepless I lie in the mountain lamenting | D |
| Surely surely she hears in her dreams a voice 'I am with thee' | N |
| Saying 'although not with thee behold for we mated our spirits | H |
| Then when we stood in the chamber and knew not the words we were saying ' | - |
| Yea if she felt me within her when not with one finger I touched her | B |
| Surely she knows it and feels it while sorrowing here in the moorland | C |
| Would I were dead I keep saying that so I could go and uphold her | B |
| Spirits with spirits commingle and separate lightly as winds do | C |
| Spice laden South with the ocean born zephyr they mingle and sunder | B |
| No sad remorses for them no visions of horror and vileness | H |
| Would I were dead I keep saying that so I could go and uphold her | B |
| Surely the force that here sweeps me along in its violent impulse | H |
| Surely my strength shall be in her my help and protection about her | B |
| Surely in inner sweet gladness and vigour of joy shall sustain her | B |
| Till the brief winter o'er past her own true sap in the springtide | C |
| Rise and the tree I have bared be verdurous e'en as aforetime | K |
| Surely it may be it should be it must be Yet ever and ever | B |
| Would I were dead I keep saying that so I could go and uphold her | B |
| No wherever be Katie with Philip she is not behold for | O |
| Here he is sitting alone and these are his words in the mountain | J |
| And at the farm on the lochside of Rannoch in parlour and kitchen | J |
| Hark there is music the flowing of music of milk and of whisky | M |
| Lo I see piping and dancing and whom in the midst of the battle | A |
| Cantering loudly along there or look you with arms up lifted | C |
| Whistling and snapping his fingers and seizing his gay smiling Janet | C |
| Whom whom else but the Piper the wary precognisant Piper | B |
| Who for the love of gay Janet and mindful of old invitation | J |
| Putting it quite as a duty and urging grave claims to attention | J |
| True to his night had crossed over there goeth he brimful of music | E |
| Like to cork tossed by the eddies that foam under furious lasher | B |
| Like to skiff lifted uplifted in lock by the swift swelling sluices | H |
| So with the music possessing him swaying him goeth he look you | C |
| Swinging and flinging and stamping and tramping and grasping and clasping | E |
| Whom but gay Janet Him rivalling Hobbes briefest kilted of heroes | H |
| Enters O stoutest O rashest of creatures mere fool of a Saxon | J |
| Skill less of philabeg skill less of reel too the whirl and the twirl o't | M |
| Him see I frisking and whisking and ever at swifter gyration | J |
| Under brief curtain revealing broad acres not of broad cloth | N |
| Him see I there and the Piper the Piper what vision beholds not | C |
| Him and His Honour with Arthur with Janet our Piper and is it | C |
| Is it O marvel of marvels he too in the maze of the mazy | H |
| Skipping and tripping though stately though languid with head on one shoulder | B |
| Airlie with sight of the waistcoat the golden haired Katie consoling | E |
| Katie who simple and comely and smiling and blushing as ever | B |
| What though she wear on that neck a blue kerchief remembered as Philip's | H |
| Seems in her maidenly freedom to need small consolement of waistcoats | H |
| Wherefore in Badenoch then far away in Lochaber Lochiel in | J |
| Knoydart Moydart Morrer Ardgower or Ardnamurchan | J |
| Wanders o'er mountain and moorland in shieling or bothie is sleeping | E |
| He who and why should he not then capricious or is it rejected | C |
| Might to the piping of Rannoch be pressing the thrilling fair fingers | H |
| Might as he clasped her transmit to her bosom the throb of his own yea | P |
| Might in the joy of the reel be wooing and winning his Katie | M |
| What is it Adam reads far off by himself in the cottage | F |
| Reads yet again with emotion again is preparing to answer | B |
| What is it Adam is reading What was it Philip had written | J |
| There was it writ how Philip possessed undoubtedly had been | J |
| Deeply entirely possessed by the charm of the maiden of Rannoch | I |
| Deeply as never before how sweet and bewitching he felt her | B |
| Seen still before him at work in the garden the byre the kitchen | J |
| How it was beautiful to him to stoop at her side in the shearing | E |
| Binding uncouthly the ears that fell from her dexterous sickle | A |
| Building uncouthly the stooks which she laid by her sickle to straighten | J |
| How at the dance he had broken through shyness for four days after | B |
| Lived on her eyes unspeaking what lacked not articulate speaking | E |
| Felt too that she too was feeling what he did Howbeit they parted | C |
| How by a kiss from her lips he had seemed made nobler and stronger | B |
| Yea for the first time in life a man complete and perfect | C |
| So forth much that before has been heard of Howbeit they parted | C |
| What had ended it all he said was singular very | M |
| I was walking along some two miles off from the cottage | F |
| Full of my dreamings a girl went by in a party with others | H |
| She had a cloak on was stepping on quickly for rain was beginning | E |
| But as she passed from her hood I saw her eyes look at me | M |
| So quick a glance so regardless I that although I had felt it | C |
| You could'nt properly say our eyes met She cast it and left it | C |
| It was three minutes perhaps ere I knew what it was I had seen her | B |
| Somewhere before I am sure but that wasn't it not its import | C |
| No it had seemed to regard me with simple superior insight | C |
| Quietly saying to itself Yes there he is still in his fancy | M |
| Letting drop from him at random as things not worth his considering | E |
| All the benefits gathered and put in his hands by fortune | J |
| Loosing a hold which others contented and unambitious | M |
| Trying down here to keep up know the value of better than he does | M |
| What is this was it perhaps Yes there he is still in his fancy | M |
| Doesn't yet see we have here just the things he is used to elsewhere | Q |
| People here too are people and not as fairy land creatures | M |
| He is in a trance and possessed I wonder how long to continue | J |
| It is a shame and a pity and no good likely to follow | G |
| Something like this but indeed I cannot attempt to define it | C |
| Only three hours thence I was off and away in the moorland | C |
| Hiding myself from myself if I could the arrow within me | M |
| Katie was not in the house thank God I saw her in passing | E |
| Saw her unseen myself with the pang of a cruel desertion | J |
| What she thinks about it God knows poor child may she only | M |
| Think me a fool and a madman and no more worth her remembering | E |
| Meantime all through the mountains I hurry and know not whither | B |
| Tramp along here and think and know not what I should think | E |
| Tell me then why as I sleep amid hill tops high in the moorland | C |
| Still in my dreams I am pacing the streets of the dissolute city | M |
| Where dressy girls slithering by upon pavements give sign for accosting | E |
| Paint on their beautiless cheeks and hunger and shame in their bosoms | M |
| Hunger by drink and by that which they shudder yet burn for appeasing | E |
| Hiding their shame ah God in the glare of the public gas lights | M |
| Why while I feel my ears catching through slumber the run of the streamlet | M |
| Still am I pacing the pavement and seeing the sign for accosting | E |
| Still am I passing those figures nor daring to look in their faces | M |
| Why when the chill ere the light of the daybreak uneasily wakes me | M |
| Find I a cry in my heart crying up to the heaven of heavens | M |
| No Great Unjust judge she is purity I am the lost one | J |
| You will not think that I soberly look for such things for sweet Katie | M |
| No but the vision is on me I now first see how it happens | M |
| Feel how tender and soft is the heart of a girl how passive | - |
| Fain would it be how helpless and helplessness leads to destruction | J |
| Maiden reserve torn from off it grows never again to re clothe it | M |
| Modesty broken through once to immodesty flies for protection | J |
| Oh who saws through the trunk though he leave the tree up in the forest | M |
| When the next wind casts it down is his not the hand that smote it | M |
| This is the answer the second which pondering long with emotion | J |
| There by himself in the cottage the Tutor addressed to Philip | R |
| I have perhaps been severe dear Philip and hasty forgive me | M |
| For I was fain to reply ere I wholly had read through your letter | B |
| And it was written in scraps with crossings and counter crossings | M |
| Hard to connect with each other correctly and hard to decipher | B |
| Paper was scarce I suppose forgive me I write to console you | J |
| Grace is given of God but knowledge is bought in the market | M |
| Knowledge needful for all yet cannot be had for the asking | E |
| There are exceptional beings one finds them distant and rarely | M |
| Who endowed with the vision alike and the interpretation | J |
| See by their neighbours' eyes and their own still motions enlightened | M |
| In the beginning the end in the acorn the oak of the forest | M |
| In the child of to day its children to long generations | M |
| In a thought or a wish a life a drama an epos | M |
| There are inheritors is it by mystical generation | J |
| Heiring the wisdom and ripeness of spirits gone by with out labour | S |
| Owning what others by doing and suffering earn what old men | J |
| After long years of mistake and erasure are proud to have come to | J |
| Sick with mistake and erasure possess when possession is idle | A |
| Yes there is power upon earth seen feebly in women and children | J |
| Which can laying one hand on the cover read off unfaltering | E |
| Leaf after leaf unlifted the words of the closed book under | B |
| Words which we are poring at hammering at stumbling at spelling | E |
| Rare is this wisdom mostly is bought for a price in the market | M |
| Rare is this and happy who buys so much for so little | A |
| As I conceive have you and as I will hope has Katie | M |
| Knowledge is needful for man needful no less for woman | J |
| Even in Highland glens were they vacant of shooter and tourist | M |
| Not that of course I mean to prefer your blindfold hurry | M |
| Unto a soul that abides most loving yet most withholding | E |
| Least unfeeling though calm self contained yet most unselfish | I |
| Renders help and accepts it a man among men that are brothers | M |
| Views not plucks the beauty adores and demands no embracing | E |
| So in its peaceful passage whatever is lovely and gracious | M |
| Still without seizing or spoiling itself in itself reproducing | E |
| No I do not set Philip herein on the level of Arthur | B |
| No I do not compare still tarn with furious torrent | M |
| Yet will the tarn overflow assuaged in the lake be the torrent | M |
| Women are weak as you say and love of all things to be passive | - |
| Passive patient receptive yea even of wrong and misdoing | E |
| Even to force and misdoing with joy and victorious feeling | E |
| Patient passive receptive for that is the strength of their being | E |
| Like to the earth taking all things and all to good converting | E |
| Oh 'tis a snare indeed Moreover remember it Philip | R |
| To the prestige of the richer the lowly are prone to be yielding | E |
| Think that in dealing with them they are raised to a different region | J |
| Where old laws and morals are modified lost exist not | M |
| Ignorant they as they are they have but to conform and be yielding | E |
| But I have spoken of this already and need not repeat it | M |
| You will not now run after what merely attracts and entices | M |
| Every day things highly coloured and common place carved and gilded | M |
| You will henceforth seek only the good and seek it Philip | R |
| Where it is not more abundant perhaps but more easily met with | N |
| Where you are surer to find it less likely to run into error | B |
| In your station not thinking about it but not disregarding | E |
| So was the letter completed a postscript afterward added | M |
| Telling the tale that was told by the dancers returning from Rannoch | I |
| So was the letter completed but query whither to send it | M |
| Not for the will of the wisp the cloud and the hawk of the moorland | M |
| Ranging afar thro' Lochaber Lochiel and Knoydart and Moydart | M |
| Have even latest extensions adjusted a postal arrangement | M |
| Query resolved very shortly when Hope from his chamber descending | E |
| Came with a note in his hand from the Lady his aunt at the Castle | A |
| Came and revealed the contents of a missive that brought strange tidings | M |
| Came and announced to the friends in a voice that was husky with wonder | B |
| Philip was staying at Balloch was there in the room with the Countess | M |
| Philip to Balloch had come and was dancing with Lady Maria | T |
| Philip at Balloch he said after all that stately refusal | A |
| He there at last O strange O marvel marvel of marvels | M |
| Airlie the Waistcoat with Katie we left him this morning at Rannoch | I |
| Airlie with Katie he said and Philip with Lady Maria | T |
| And amid laughter Adam paced up and down repeating | E |
| Over and over unconscious the phrase which Hope had lent him | K |
| Dancing at Balloch you say in the Castle with Lady Maria | T |
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