Songs Of Two Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCBDEFEF A GGHIJHIHKLLJKKKK A KKMMKKNKNK OOPPAAQAQQ RRSS ATAT A UUUUAAAO O KVMVKMWWKKXXXX XXXXA A A X KKTKTKOOYYXXWW X OOZZKMMKKYKKYKK MMMM KA2KA2B2MSMKSK JJKK PC2D2C2 D2D2D2E2E2 KKF2UF2KKUKF2UF2 K KK G2 KH2 TKG2 I2J2J2J2I2 WK2KK2WKL2L2KKM2M2 N2O2N2O2 O2 O2 D2A2D2A2P2A2WA2 UUUUMM M Q2Q2UUM2M2 M2M2I | A |
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Last night I dreamed this dream That I was dead | B |
And as I slept forgot of man and God | C |
That other dreamless sleep of rest | D |
I heard a footstep on the sod | C |
As of one passing overhead | B |
And lo thou Dear didst touch me on the breast | D |
Saying What shall I write against thy name | E |
That men should see | F |
Then quick the answer came | E |
I was beloved of thee | F |
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II | A |
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Dear Giver of Thyself when at thy side | G |
I see the path beyond divide | G |
Where we must walk alone a little space | H |
I say Now am I strong indeed | I |
To wait with only memory awhile | J |
Content until I see thy face | H |
Yet turn as one in sorest need | I |
To ask once more thy giving grace | H |
So at the last | K |
Of all our partings when the night | L |
Has hidden from my failing sight | L |
The comfort of thy smile | J |
My hand shall seek thine own to hold it fast | K |
Nor wilt thou think for this the heart ingrate | K |
Less glad for all its past | K |
Less strong to bear the utmost of its fate | K |
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III | A |
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As once through forest shade I went | K |
I heard a flower call and bent | K |
Then strove to go Should love not spare | M |
Nay Dearest this is love's sweet share | M |
Of selfishness For which is best | K |
To die alone or on thy breast | K |
If thou hast heard my call | N |
Take fearlessly thou art my guest | K |
To give is all | N |
Hush O Love thou casuist | K |
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IV | - |
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Ask me not why I only know | O |
It were thy loss if I could show | O |
Thee cause as for a lesser thing | P |
Remember how we searched the spring | P |
But found no source so clear the sky | A |
Within its earth bound depths did lie | A |
Give to thy joy its wings | Q |
And to thy heart its song nor try | A |
With questionings | Q |
The throbbing throat that sings | Q |
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V | - |
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For in thy clear and steadfast eyes | R |
Thine own self wonder deepest lies | R |
Nor any words that lips can teach | S |
Are sweeter than their wonder speech | S |
And when thou givest them to me | - |
Through dawns of tenderness I see | - |
As in the water sky | A |
The sun of certainly appear | T |
So ask me why | A |
For then thou knowest Dear | T |
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VI | A |
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To give is more than to receive men say | U |
But thou hast made them one What if some day | U |
Men bade me render back the gifts I cannot pay | U |
Since all were undeserved should I obey | U |
Lo all these years of giving when we try | A |
To own our thanks we hear the giver cry | A |
Nay it was thou who givest Dear not I | A |
If Wisdom smile let Wisdom go | O |
All things above | - |
This is the truest that we know because we love | - |
Not love because we know | O |
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VII | - |
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Let it not grieve thee Dear that Love is sad | K |
Who changeless loveth so the things that change | V |
The morning in thine eyes the dusk within thy hair | M |
Were it not strange | V |
If he were glad | K |
Who cannot keep thy heart from care | M |
Or shelter from the whip of pain | W |
The bosom where his head hath lain | W |
Poor sentinel that may not guard | K |
The door that love itself unbarred | K |
Who in the sweetness | X |
Of his service knows its incompleteness | X |
And while he sings | X |
Of life eternal feels the coldness of Death's wings | X |
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VIII | - |
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Stoop with me Dearest to the grass | X |
One little moment ere we pass | X |
From out these parched and thirsty lands | X |
See all these tiny blades are hands | X |
Stretched supplicating to the sky | A |
And listen Dearest patiently | - |
Dost thou not hear them move | - |
The myriad roots that search and cry | A |
As hearts do Love | - |
Feed us or let us die | A |
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IX | X |
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Beloved when far up the mountain side | K |
We found almost at eventide | K |
Our spring how far we did fear | T |
Lest it should dare the trackless wood | K |
And disappear | T |
And lost all heart when on the crest we stood | K |
And saw it spent in mist below | O |
Yet ever surer was its flow | O |
And ever gathering to its own | Y |
New springs of which we had not known | Y |
To fairer meadows | X |
Swept exultant from the woodland shadows | X |
And when at last upon the baffling plain | W |
We thought it scattered like a ravelled skein | W |
Lo tranquil free | - |
Its longed for home the wide unfathomable sea | - |
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X | X |
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Thy names are like sweet flowers that grow | O |
Within a garden where I go | O |
Sometimes at dawn to see each one | Z |
Life its head proudly in the sun | Z |
Sometimes at night | K |
When only by the fragrant air | M |
I know them there | M |
And none are grieved or think I slight | K |
Their worth if closest to my breast | K |
This one I take which holds within its own | Y |
Each single fragrance of the rest | K |
My friend my friend | K |
And as I loved it first alone | Y |
So shall I love it to the end | K |
For none were half so dear were it not best | K |
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XI | - |
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My every purpose fashioned by some thought of thee | - |
Though as a feather's weight that shapes the arrow's flight it be | - |
No single joy complete in which thou hast no fee | - |
Though thy share be the star and mine its shadow in the sea | - |
Thy very pulse my pulse thy every prayer my prayer | M |
Thy love my blue o'erreaching sky that bounds me everywhere | M |
Yet free Beloved free for this encircling air | M |
I cannot leave behind doth but love's boundlessness declare | M |
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XII | - |
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Last night the angel of remembrance brought | K |
Me while I slept think Dear of all his store | A2 |
Just that one memory I thought | K |
Banished forever from our door | A2 |
Thy sob of pain when once I hurt thee sure | B2 |
Then in my dream I suddenly was ware | M |
Of God above me saying Reach | S |
Thy hand to Me in prayer | M |
And I will give thee pardon yet | K |
Thou Nay she hath forgiven teach | S |
Her to forget | K |
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XIII | - |
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Love me not Dearest for the smile | J |
The tender greeting or the wile | J |
By which unconscious of its road | K |
My soul seeks thine in its abode | K |
Nor say I love thee of thine eyes | - |
For when Death shuts them where thy skies | - |
But love me for my love | - |
Then am I safe from all surprise | - |
And thou above | - |
The loss of all that dies | - |
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XIV | - |
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Dear hands forgiving hands | - |
There is no speech so sure as thing | P |
Lips falter with so much | C2 |
To tell eyes fill with thoughts I scarce divine | D2 |
But thy least touch | C2 |
Soul understands | - |
Dear giving taking hands | - |
There are no gifts so free as thine | D2 |
One last gem from the heart of the mine | D2 |
One last cup from the veins of the vine | D2 |
From the rose to the wind one last sweet breath | E2 |
Then poverty and death | E2 |
But thy dear palms | - |
Are richest empty asking alms | - |
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XV | - |
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A little moment at the end | K |
Of day left over in the candle light | K |
On the shore of dreams on the edge of sleep | F2 |
Too small to throw away | U |
Too poor to keep | F2 |
But it holds two words for thee dear Friend | K |
Good night Good night | K |
And so this remnant of the day | U |
Left over in the candle light | K |
On the shore of dreams on the edge of sleep | F2 |
Becomes too great to throw away | U |
Too dear to keep | F2 |
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XVI | - |
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Beloved when I read some fine conceit | K |
Wherein are wrought as in glass | - |
The features love hath made so sweet | K |
I marvel at so bold an art | K |
Seeing thou art too dear to praise | - |
Upon the highway where men pass | - |
For when I seek | G2 |
To tell the ways | - |
God's hand of tenderness | - |
Hath touched thine earthly part | K |
Again I hear | H2 |
Thy first own cry of happiness | - |
And sweetest of God's sounds the dear | T |
Remonstrance of thy giving heart | K |
And cannot speak | G2 |
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XVII | - |
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Across the plain of Time | I2 |
I saw them marching all night long | J2 |
The endless throng | J2 |
Of all who ever dared to fight with wrong | J2 |
All the blood of their hearts the prime | I2 |
And crown of their fleeting years | - |
All the toil of their hands the tears | - |
Of their eyes the thought of their brain | W |
For a word from the lips of Truth | K2 |
For a glimpse of the scroll of Fate | K |
Ere love and youth | K2 |
Were spent in vain | W |
And even truth too late | K |
Oh when the Silence speaks and the scroll | L2 |
Unrolls to the eye of the soul | L2 |
What will it be that shall pay the cost | K |
Of the pain gone waste and the labor lost | K |
And then Dear waking I saw you | M2 |
And knew | M2 |
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XVIII | - |
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We thought when Love at last should come | N2 |
The rose would lose its thorn | O2 |
And every lip but Joy's be dumb | N2 |
When Love sweet Love was born | O2 |
That never tears should start to rise | - |
No night o'ertake our morn | O2 |
Nor any guest of grief surprise | - |
When Love sweet Love was born | O2 |
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And when he came O Heart of mine | D2 |
And stood within our door | A2 |
No joy our dreaming could divine | D2 |
Was missing from his store | A2 |
The thorns shall wound our hearts again | P2 |
But not the fear of yore | A2 |
for all the guests of grief and pain | W |
Shall serve him evermore | A2 |
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XIX | - |
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Dost thou remember Dear the day | U |
We met in those bare woods of May | U |
Each had a secret unconfessed | U |
Each sound a promise in each nest | U |
Young wings a tremble for the air | M |
How we joined hands not knowing where | M |
The springs that touch set free | - |
Should find their sea | - |
Speechless so sure we were to share | M |
The unknown good to be | - |
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XX | - |
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The woods are bare again There are | Q2 |
No secrets now the bud's a scar | Q2 |
No promises this is the end | U |
Ah Dearest I have seen thee bend | U |
Above thy flowers as one who knew | M2 |
The dying wood should bloom anew | M2 |
Come let us sleep Perchance | - |
God's countenance | - |
Like thine above thy flowers smiles through | M2 |
The night upon us two | M2 |
Arthur Sherburne Hardy
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