P. A. Munch Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Many forms belong to greatnessA
He who now has left us bore itB
As a doubt that made him sleeplessA
But at last gave revelationC
As a sight enhancing powerD
That gave visions joined with anguishE
Over all beyond our seeingF
As a flight on labor's pinionsA
From the thought unto the certainC
Thence aloft to intuitionC
Restless haste and changeful ardorD
God inspired and unceasingF
Through the wide world ever stormingF
Took its load of thoughts and doubtingsA
Bore them threw them off and took themG
Never tired never listlessA
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Still for he had one haven of restH
Family life peace bestowingF
Powers of light gave repose to his breastH
Calm 'mid the strife of his knowingF
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Softly with music his wife led him inI
Unto the sweet smelling birchesA
Unto the flowers and still deeper inI
Under the fir forest's churchesA
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Daughters drew near him in love secureJ
Cooling his forehead's hot feverD
Gently their message of innocence pureJ
Made him a childlike believerD
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Or he joined glad in their light hearted gameK
Colors and music surroundingF
Gone were the clouds in the heavens cameK
Sparkling of star light aboundingF
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But as in an autumn eveningF
Silent dreamy dark sheet lightningF
Wakens thought and feeling stormwardH
Or as in a boat a suddenC
Stroke when gliding as in slumberD
On between the cliffs that towerD
In a quiet balmy spring nightH
But a single stroke and soft thenL
Echo takes it up and tossesA
To and fro 'mid walls of mountainsA
Thrush and grouse send forth their wood callsA
Deer rise up and listen keenlyM
Stones are rolling all are up nowN
Dogs are barking bells are clangingF
Ushering in the strife of daytimeO
Thus could oft a recollectionC
Down light falling in that playtimeO
Waken all his thought and doubtingF
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Then it roved the wide world overD
Then it hottest burned within himO
But it lavished light for othersA
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Rise of races spread of languageP
Birth of names all laws' close kinshipQ
Small and great in equal passionC
Equal haste and doubting goal wardH
There where others stones saw onlyM
He saw precious gems that glistenedH
Sunk his shaft the mine to deepenC
And where others thought the treasureD
Sure and safe for years a hundredH
Doubt possessed him as he burrowedH
Day and night and saw it vanishE
But the unrest that gave powerD
Made him oft the goal pass overD
While to others he gave clearnessA
Intuitions new deceived himO
Therefore where he once had strivenC
Thither he would turn him neverD
Changed his ground and shifted laborD
From his own thought conquests fleeingF
But his thoughts pursued untiringF
Followed growing as the fireD
Kindled in Brazilian forestsA
Storm wind makes and storm wind followsA
Where before no foot had troddenC
Ways were burned for many millionsA
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Northward stretches ScandinaviaR
'Mid the fog that dims the Ice seaA
Darkness of the months of winterD
Lays its weight on sea and mountainC
Like our lands are too our peoplesA
Their beginnings prehistoricF
Stretch afar in fog and darknessA
But as through the fog a lighthouseA
Or as Northern Lights o'er darknessA
Gleamed his thought with light and guidanceA
When with filial fond remembranceA
Tenderly he sought and questionedH
Searching for his people's pathwaysA
Names and graves and rusty weaponsA
Stones and tools their answer gave himO
Through primeval Asian forestsA
Over steppes and sands of desertsA
'Neath a thousand years that molderedH
Saw he caravan made footstepsA
Seek a new home in the NorthlandH
And as they the rivers followedH
Followed them his thought abundantH
Into Nature's All full flowingF
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See his restless soul's creationC
Harmony of truth he yearned forS
Found it not but wonder workingF
New discoveries and pathwaysA
Like those alchemists aforetimeO
Who though gold was all their seekingF
Found not that but mighty forcesA
Which to day the world are movingF
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Deepest ground of all his beingF
Was the polar power of contrastH
For his thought to music wakenedH
By the touch ofT
Northern SagaR
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Vibrated melodious longingF
Toward theR
SouthU
forever tendingF
In his eye the lambent fireD
Of his thought the glint showed kinshipQ
With the free improvisatorD
In the land of warmth and vineyardsA
And his swiftly changing feelingF
And his all consuming ardorD
That could toil the livelong winterD
Till caprice the fruit discardedH
That immeasurable richnessA
Wherein thoughts and moods and musicF
Joy and sorrow jest and earnestH
Gleamed and played without cessationC
All a Southern day resembledH
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Therefore was his life a journeyA
Towards the South in constant movementH
Through the mists of intuitionC
From the darker to the brighterD
From the colder to the warmerD
On the bridge of ceaseless laborD
Bearing over sea and mountainC
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Oh the time with wife beside himO
And his bonny playmate sistersA
Gladsome children winsome daughtersA
When he stood where evening sunshineV
Glowed on Capitol and ForumO
Stood where from the great world cityA
As from history's very fountainC
Knowledge wells in streams of fullnessA
Where a clearness large and cloudlessA
Falls upon the bygone agesA
That have laid them down to rest hereD
Where to him the Northern searcherD
It would seem he had been strayingF
Too long lost in history's foglandA
Rowing round the deep fjords' surfaceA
Stood where dead men burst the earth clodsA
And themselves come forth for witnessA
In their heavy marble togasA
Where the goddesses of DelosA
In the frescoed halls are dancingF
As two thousand years before nowN
Pantheon and ColiseumO
In their spacious fate have shelteredA
All the world's swift evolutionC
Where a Hermes from that cornerD
Saw the footsteps firm of CatoA
Pontifex in the processionC
Saw then Nero as ApolloA
Lifted up take sacrificesA
Saw then Gregory the wrathfulA
Riding forth to rule in spiritA
Over all the known world's kingdomsA
Saw then Cola di RienziA
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Homage pay to freedom's goddessA
'Mid the Roman people's paeansA
Saw Pope Leo and his princesA
Choose instead of the Lord JesusA
Aristotle dead and PlatoA
Saw again how stouter epochsA
Raised the Church of Papal powerD
Till the Frenchman overthrew itA
And exalted Nature's GodheadA
Saw anew then wonted customO
In its pious still processionsA
With a Lamb the great world's rulerD
All this saw the little HermesA
On the corner near the templeA
And the wise man from the NorthlandA
Saw that Hermes and his visionsA
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Yes when over Rome he stood thereD
In that high historic clearnessA
And his eye the mountain ridgesA
Followed toward the red of eveningF
Then all beams of longing focusedA
In a blessed intuitionC
And he saw a church before himO
Greater far than that of natureD
And he felt a peace descendingF
Larger far than all the presentA
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When the second time he came thereD
After days and nights of laborD
Hard as were it for redemptionC
Then the Lord Himself gave welcomeO
Led him gently thither sayingF
'Peace be with thee Thou hast conquered '-
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But to us with sorrow strickenC
Turned the Lord with comfort sayingF
'WhenC
I-
call who then dares murmurD
That the called man had not finished '-
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Whoso dies he here had finishedA
Spite our sorrow we believe itA
Hold that He who unrest givethW
The discoverer's disquietA
That drove Newton drove ColumbusA
Also knows when rest is neededA
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But we question while reviewingF
All that mighty thought armadaA
Now disbanded home returningF
Who again shall reunite itA
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For whenC
heA
cut his war arrowA
Lords and liegemen soon were musteredA
And to aid from Sweden DenmarkF
England France swift flying vesselsA
Coursed the sea ways toward his standardA
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Royal was that fleet and mightyA
By our shore at anchor lyingF
We were wont to see it near usA
Or to hear the wondrous tidingsA
Of its cruises and its conquestsA
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What it won we own foreverD
But the fleet is sailing homewardA
Here we stanC

Bjarnstjerne Bjarnson



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