The Faun. A Fragment. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDADECEA FGFHHGFGIJKKILMJMN OP QOROOQOOQOJQJSTSTJOO JQO UQUUVQQEQQQEQ OQOOQOQWWQOXOXO JYQJYI will go out to grass with that old King | A |
For I am weary of clothes and cooks | B |
I long to lie along the banks of brooks | B |
And watch the boughs above me sway and swing | A |
Come I will pluck off custom's livery | C |
Nor longer be a lackey to old Time | D |
Time shall serve me and at my feet shall fling | A |
The spoil of listless minutes I shall climb | D |
The wild trees for my food and run | E |
Through dale and upland as a fox runs free | C |
Laugh for cool joy and sleep i' the warm sun | E |
And men will call me mad like that old King | A |
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For I am woodland natured and have made | F |
Dryads my bedfellows | G |
And I have played | F |
With the sleek Naiads in the splash of pools | H |
And made a mock of gowned and trousered fools | H |
Helen none knows | G |
Better than thou how like a Faun I strayed | F |
And I am half Faun now and my heart goes | G |
Out to the forest and the crack of twigs | I |
The drip of wet leaves and the low soft laughter | J |
Of brooks that chuckle o'er old mossy jests | K |
And say them over to themselves the nests | K |
Of squirrels and the holes the chipmunk digs | I |
Where through the branches the slant rays | L |
Dapple with sunlight the leaf matted ground | M |
And the wind comes with blown vesture rustling after | J |
And through the woven lattice of crisp sound | M |
A bird's song lightens like a maiden's face | N |
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O wildwood Helen let them strive and fret | O |
Those goggled men with their dissecting knives | P |
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Let them in charnel houses pass their lives | Q |
And seek in death life's secret And let | O |
Those hard faced worldlings prematurely old | R |
Gnaw their thin lips with vain desire to get | O |
Portia's fair fame or Lesbia's carcanet | O |
Or crown of Caesar or Catullus | Q |
Apicius' lampreys or Crassus' gold | O |
For these consider many things but yet | O |
By land nor sea | Q |
They shall not find the way to Arcady | O |
The old home of the awful heart dear Mother | J |
Whereto child dreams and long rememberings lull us | Q |
Far from the cares that overlay and smother | J |
The memories of old woodland out door mirth | S |
In the dim first life burst centuries ago | T |
The sense of the freedom and nearness of Earth | S |
Nay this they shall not know | T |
For who goes thither | J |
Leaves all the cark and clutch of his soul behind | O |
The doves defiled and the serpents shrined | O |
The hates that wax and the hopes that wither | J |
Nor does he journey seeking where it be | Q |
But wakes and finds himself in Arcady | O |
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Hist there's a stir in the brush | U |
Was it a face through the leaves | Q |
Back of the laurels a skurry and rush | U |
Hillward then silence except for the thrush | U |
That throws one song from the dark of the bush | V |
And is gone and I plunge in the wood and the swift soul cleaves | Q |
Through the swirl and the flow of the leaves | Q |
As a swimmer stands with his white limbs bare to the sun | E |
For the space that a breath is held and drops in the sea | Q |
And the undulant woodland folds round me intimate fluctuant free | Q |
Like the clasp and the cling of waters | Q |
and the reach and the effort is done | E |
There is only the glory of living exultant to be | Q |
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O goodly damp smell of the ground | O |
O rough sweet bark of the trees | Q |
O clear sharp cracklings of sound | O |
O life that's a thrill and a bound | O |
With the vigor of boyhood and morning and the noontide's rapture of ease | Q |
Was there ever a weary heart in the world | O |
A lag in the body's urge or a flag of the spirit's wings | Q |
Did a man's heart ever break | W |
For a lost hope's sake | W |
For here there is lilt in the quiet and calm in the quiver of things | Q |
Ay this old oak gray grown and knurled | O |
Solemn and sturdy and big | X |
Is as young of heart as alert and elate in his rest | O |
As the nuthatch there that clings to the tip of the twig | X |
And scolds at the wind that it buffets too rudely its nest | O |
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Oh what is it breathes in the air | J |
Oh what is it touches my cheek | Y |
There's a sense of a presence that lurks in the branches | Q |
But where | J |
Is it far is it far to seek | Y |
Bliss Carman (william)
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