A Poet's Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBC DDEFEF GGHIHI JJKLML NNGOGO PPQRQR OOJSJS TTPLPL PPPPPP PPUVUV WWXYXY TTZPZP A2A2PRPR A2A2IPIP KKB2OB2O C2C2D2UD2U PPUE2UE2 F2F2G2UEU D2D2LH2LH2 I2I2PJ2PJ2 RRK2L2K2L PPPPPP PPUOUO K2K2RPRP| HERE in this lonely rill engirdled spot | A |
| The world forgetting by the world forgot | A |
| With one vowed to me with beloved lips | B |
| How sweet to draw as hiddenly from time | C |
| As from its rocks yon shaded fountain slips | B |
| My yet remaining prime | C |
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| Here early rising from a sinless bed | D |
| How sweet it were to view Aurora shed | D |
| Her first white glances o er the dusky wood | E |
| When powdered as with pearls the sprays all gleam | F |
| Through the grey dawn like prophecies of good | E |
| Or like some fairy dream | F |
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| And while the clouds imbibed a golden hue | G |
| And purple streaks grained yon ethereal blue | G |
| By the glad voice of every early bird | H |
| As some full lake by breezes in their glee | I |
| Is rippled into smiles how sweetly stirred | H |
| My spirit then should be | I |
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| And as like burning bullion brightened still | J |
| The cloud hung East over yon misty hill | J |
| I d watch the sun s ethereal chariot come | K |
| Filling the glades with flakes of chrystal fire | L |
| And the green spaces round my rural home | M |
| Where slept mine Heart s Desire | L |
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| When if sweet memories of her sleeping smile | N |
| Should my devotion thitherward beguile | N |
| Cheating the morn of its observance due | G |
| My happy voice should not be wanting long | O |
| To wile her forth with loving transport true | G |
| Or wake her with a song | O |
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| Awake my fair one for the glowing skies | P |
| Desire thee and a thousand flowery eyes | P |
| Look for thy coming from each pathway side | Q |
| With all things fresh and beautiful and bright | R |
| The earth s adorned like an Eastern bride | Q |
| Arise my best delight | R |
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| What can be deeper than the heavens o erbending | O |
| Or what be richer than the colours blending | O |
| Amid the green cones of the misty hill | J |
| What gladder than the runnel s silvery fall | S |
| And yet my spirit asketh something still | J |
| Tis thee the crown of all | S |
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| Joined by the Angel of my life behold | T |
| The day s unfolded gates of heavenly gold | T |
| How lovelier now for her dear loveliness | P |
| The birds the stream the forest s leafy stir | L |
| Catch from her voice a double power to bless | P |
| And the flowers breathe of her | L |
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| The dews are brighter for her love bright eyes | P |
| And the air sweeter for the soul that lies | P |
| In every gesture of her gentle face | P |
| So widely Love s invisible spirit flings | P |
| The visible enrichment of its grace | P |
| O er all regarded things | P |
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| Filled with the fresh keen life that so sublimes | P |
| Both mind and body we should then betimes | P |
| Repair us to our cheerful morning meal | U |
| Not more attuned by thankfulness of heart | V |
| Well to enjoy than willing in our weal | U |
| To spare a stranger part | V |
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| Sufficed and grateful to her household care | W |
| Should she betake her then I fieldward fare | W |
| To till the thriving maize or guide the plough | X |
| Through the rich loam or while the slant sunshine | Y |
| Carress d them to remark the melons how | X |
| They lumped from out their vine | Y |
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| Thence to the well kept orchard to behold | T |
| The orange trees o erhung with globes of gold | T |
| Or thin the peachy tribes all ruddy cheeked | Z |
| And clumping from the branches and with these | P |
| The nectarine s fragrant swarms so lushly streaked | Z |
| That flavour even the breeze | P |
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| To pluck the fig that in its broad leafed shade | A2 |
| Secretes its ripeness even like a maid | A2 |
| Mature for love who yet through bashfulness | P |
| Doth shun or seem to shun each wooer s sight | R |
| Or stay the drooping vine whose every tress | P |
| Is bunch d with clusters bright | R |
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| So should the noon draw on when in yon shade | A2 |
| Beside the rill on the green herbage laid | A2 |
| In careless luxury my faint limbs should be | I |
| And hearing but the splash of feathered things | P |
| Then fluttering downward from some neighbouring tree | I |
| To dip their shining wings | P |
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| Or the slow rising and most summery hum | K |
| Of gorgeous insects that at times might come | K |
| Over the runnel and so voyage by | B2 |
| Or the light footfall on the farther brink | O |
| Of some wild creature from its covert nigh | B2 |
| Just venturing forth to drink | O |
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| I d calmly think of all my wandering youth | C2 |
| Had suffered with a heart so dear to Truth | C2 |
| That she at length had portioned it with love | D2 |
| And then of her who to my very soul | U |
| Was what the vitalising Sun above | D2 |
| Is to the natural whole | U |
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| Thus rested when the fieryer winged hours | P |
| Were quenching in the west with freshened powers | P |
| The field again in honorable toil | U |
| Should hear me ending what the morn begun | E2 |
| Till I might say scanning the well dressed soil | U |
| A good day s work is done | E2 |
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| Then whilst I woodward drove the unharnessed steer | F2 |
| Or for the kine was searching somewhere near | F2 |
| Grouping full fed in ruminating mood | G2 |
| The sun should light upon yon western hill | U |
| Slanting his last beams through the shadowing wood | E |
| And up the gleaming rill | U |
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| To sink at length and make the clouds above | D2 |
| Golden idealisms of the love | D2 |
| My heart poured out on Nature and on her | L |
| Now waiting me at our peace hallowed board | H2 |
| Thus placed who d care amongst the great to stir | L |
| Or with the rich to hoard | H2 |
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| The pens secured the final meal in haste | I2 |
| Despatch d though savoury both should forth to taste | I2 |
| Eve s odorous breath and with renewed surprise | P |
| To find Elysiums painted in the west | J2 |
| And looking then into each other s eyes | P |
| Should feel that we were blest | J2 |
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| And when the gloaming followed Evening s flight | R |
| Whilst yet o er yonder hills a skiey light | R |
| Keeps mellowing upward near to where first seen | K2 |
| The glowing Leader of the starry quire | L2 |
| Comes wingedly from out the blue serene | K2 |
| Even like a bird of fire | L |
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| The hushing bounties of those twilight hours | P |
| Falling into our souls as in the flowers | P |
| Balm breathing bosoms melt the silent dews | P |
| Should freshen every feeling mild and wise | P |
| And thence o er all our charities diffuse | P |
| The quiet of the skies | P |
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| Thus should the night come on in solemn guise | P |
| To look with all her far ethereal eyes | P |
| Upon my happy life and draw my soul | U |
| To wander like a star the stars among | O |
| And homeward point from the resplendent pole | U |
| Uranian beams of song | O |
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| Or whilst the moon the world s apparent queen | K2 |
| Came whitening up in majesty serene | K2 |
| Reminding us of some dear long past night | R |
| I d chronicle in rhyme the many things | P |
| Of lovely thought that from her mystic light | R |
| Had woven them their wings | P |
Charles Harpur
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