The Bothie Of Tober-na-vuolich - Viii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Long Vacation PastoralA
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Jam veniet virgo jam dicetur hymen usC
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But a revulsion again came over the spirit of ElspieD
When she thought of his wealth his birth and educationE
Wealth indeed but small though to her a difference trulyF
Father nor mother had Philip a thousand pounds his portionE
Somewhat impaired in a world where nothing is had for nothingG
Fortune indeed but small and prospects plain and simpleA
But the many things that he knew and the ease of a practisedH
Intellect's motion and all those indefinable gracesI
Were they not hers too Philip to speech and manner and movementH
Lent by the knowledge of self and wisely instructed feelingG
When she thought of these and these contemplated dailyF
Daily appreciating more and more exactly appraisingG
With these thoughts and the terror withal of a thing she could notH
Estimate and of a step such a step in the dark to be takenE
Terror nameless and ill understood of deserting her stationE
Daily heavier heavier upon her pressed the sorrowJ
Daily distincter distincter within her arose the convictionE
He was too high too perfect and she so unfit so unworthyF
Ah me Philip that ever a word such as that should be writtenE
It would do neither for him nor for her she also was somethingG
Not much indeed it was true yet not to be lightly extinguishedH
Should he he she said have a wife beneath him herself beF
An inferior there where only equality can beF
It would do neither for him nor for herK
Alas for PhilipD
Many were tears and great was perplexity Nor had availed thenL
All his prayer and all his device But much was spokenE
Now between Adam and Elspie companions were they hourlyF
Much by Elspie to Adam enquiring anxiously seekingG
From his experience seeking impartial accurate statementH
What it was to do this or do that go hither or thitherK
How in the after life would seem what now seeming certainE
Might so soon be reversed in her quest and obscure exploringG
Still from that quiet orb soliciting light to her footstepsM
Much by Elspie to Adam enquiring eagerly seekingG
Much by Adam to Elspie informing reassuringG
Much that was sweet to Elspie by Adam heedfully speakingG
Quietly indirectly in general terms of PhilipD
Gravely but indirectly not as incognisant whollyF
But as suspending until she should seek it direct intimationE
Much that was sweet in her heart of what he was and would beF
Much that was strength to her mind confirming beliefs and insightsN
Pure and unfaltering but young and mute and timid for actionE
Much of relations of rich and poor and of true educationE
It was on Saturday eve in the gorgeous bright OctoberK
Then when brackens are changed and heather blooms are fadedH
And amid russet of heather and fern green trees are bonnieF
Alders are green and oaks the rowan scarlet and yellowJ
One great glory of broad gold pieces appears the aspenE
And the jewels of gold that were hung in the hair of the birch treeF
Pendulous here and there her coronet necklace and ear ringsO
Cover her now o'er and o'er she is weary and scatters them from herK
There upon Saturday eve in the gorgeous bright OctoberK
Under the alders knitting gave Elspie her troth to PhilipD
For as they talked anon she saidH
It is well Mr PhilipD
Yes it is well I have spoken and learnt a deal with the teacherK
At the last I told him all I could not help itH
And it came easier with him than could have been with my fatherK
And he calmly approved as one that had fully consideredH
Yes it is well I have hoped though quite too great and suddenE
I am so fearful I think it ought not to be for years yetH
I am afraid but believe in you and I trust to the teacherK
You have done all things gravely and temperate not as in passionE
And the teacher is prudent and surely can tell what is likelyF
What my father will say I know not we will obey himP
But for myself I could dare to believe all well and ventureK
O Mr Philip may it never hereafter seem to be differentH
And she hid her faceQ
Oh where but in Philip's bosomR
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After some silence some tears too perchance Philip laughed and said to herK
So my own Elspie at last you are clear that I'm bad enough for youS
Ah but your father won't make one half the question about itH
You have he'll think me I know nor better nor worse than DonaldH
Neither better nor worse for my gentlemanship and bookworkG
Worse I fear as he knows me an idle and vagabond fellowJ
Though he allows but he'll think it was all for your sake ElspieD
Though he allows I did some good at the end of the shearingG
But I had thought in Scotland you didn't care for this follyF
How I wish he said you had lived all your days in the HighlandsT
This is what comes of the year you spent in our foolish EnglandH
You do not all of you feel these fanciesU
No she answeredH
And in her spirit the freedom and ancient joy was revivingG
No she said and uplifted herself and looked for her knittingG
No nor do I dear Philip I don't myself feel alwaysV
As I have felt more sorrow for me these four days latelyF
Like the Peruvian Indians I read about last winterK
Out in America there in somebody's life of PizarroJ
Who were as good perhaps as the Spaniards only weakerK
And that the one big tree might spread its root and branchesW
All the lesser about it must even be felled and perishX
No I feel much more as if I as well as you wereK
Somewhere a leaf on the one great tree that up from old timeY
Growing contains in itself the whole of the virtue and life ofB
Bygone days drawing now to itself all kindreds and nationsZ
And must have for itself the whole world for its root and branchesW
No I belong to the tree I shall not decay in the shadowJ
Yes and I feel the life juices of all the world and the agesW
Coming to me as to you more slowly no doubt and poorerK
You are more near but then you will help to convey them to meF
No don't smile Philip now so scornfully While you look soJ
Scornful and strong I feel as if I were standing and tremblingG
Fancying the burn in the dark a wide and rushing riverK
And I feel coming unto me from you or it may be from elsewhereK
Strong contemptuous resolve I forget and I bound as across itH
But after all you know it may be a dangerous riverK
Oh if it were so Elspie he said I can carry you overK
Nay she replied you would tire of having me for a burdenE
O sweet burden he said and are you not light as a featherK
But it is deep very likely she said over head and ears tooS
O let us try he answered the waters themselves will support usC
Yea very ripples and waves will form to a boat underneath usC
There is a boat he said and a name is written upon itH
Love he said and kissed herK
But I will read your books thoughJ
Said she you'll leave me some PhilipD
Not I replied he a volumeA2
This is the way with you all I perceive high and low togetherK
Women must read as if they didn't know all beforehandH
Weary of plying the pump we turn to the running waterK
And the running spring will needs have a pump built upon itH
Weary and sick of our books we come to repose in your eyelightH
As to the woodland and water the freshness and beauty of NatureK
Lo you will talk forsooth of things we are sick to the death ofB
What she said and if I have let you become my sweetheartH
I am to read no books but you may go your ways thenL
And I will read she said with my father at home as I used toH
If you must have it he said I myself will read them to youH
Well she said but no I will read to myself when I choose itH
What you suppose we never read anything here in our HighlandsT
Bella and I with the father in all our winter eveningsO
But we must go Mr PhilipD
I shall not go at all saidH
He if you call me Mr Thank heaven that's over for everK
No but it's not she said it is not over nor will beF
Was it not then she asked the name I called you first byB2
No Mr Philip no you have kissed me enough for two nightsN
No come Philip come or I'll go myself without youH
You never call me Philip he answered until I kiss youH
As they went home by the moon that waning now rose laterK
Stepping through mossy stones by the runnel under the aldersN
Loitering unconsciously Philip she said I will not be a ladyF
We will do work together you do not wish me a ladyF
It is a weakness perhaps and a foolishness still it is soN
I have been used all my life to help myself and othersN
I could not bear to sit and be waited upon by footmenL
No not even by womenL
And God forbid he answeredH
God forbid you should ever be aught but yourself my ElspieD
As for service I love it not I your weakness is mine tooH
I am sure Adam told you as much as that about meF
I am sure she said he called you wild and flightyF
That was true he said till my wings were clipped But my ElspieD
You will at least just go and see my uncle and cousinsN
Sister and brother and brother's wife You should go if you liked itH
Just as you are just what you are at any rate my ElspieD
Yes we will go and give the old solemn gentility stageplayF
One little look to leave it with all the more satisfactionL
That may be my Philip she said you are good to think of itH
But we are letting our fancies run on indeed after all itH
May all come you know Mr Philip to nothing whateverK
There is so much that needs to be done so much that may happenL
All that needs to be done said he shall be done and quicklyF
And on the morrow he took good heart and spoke with DavidH
Not unwarned the father nor had been unperceivingG
Fearful much but in all from the first reassured by the TutorK
And he remembered how he had fancied the lad from the first andH
Then too the old man's eye was much more for inner than outerK
And the natural tune of his heart without misgivingG
Went to the noble words of that grand song of the LowlandsN
Rank is the guinea stamp but the man's a man for a' thatH
Still he was doubtful would hear nothing of it now but insistedH
Philip should go to his books if he chose he might write if afterK
Chose to return might come he truly believed him honestH
But a year must elapse and many things might happenL
Yet at the end he burst into tears called Elspie and blessed themC2
Elspie my bairn he said I thought not when at the doorwayD2
Standing with you and telling the young man where he would find usN
I did not think he would one day be asking me here to surrenderK
What is to me more than wealth in my Bothie of Tober na vuolichX

Arthur Hugh Clough



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