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 spotA
The world forgetting by the world forgotA
With one vowed to me with beloved lipsB
How sweet to draw as hiddenly from timeC
As from its rocks yon shaded fountain slipsB
My yet remaining primeC
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Here early rising from a sinless bedD
How sweet it were to view Aurora shedD
Her first white glances o er the dusky woodE
When powdered as with pearls the sprays all gleamF
Through the grey dawn like prophecies of goodE
Or like some fairy dreamF
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And while the clouds imbibed a golden hueG
And purple streaks grained yon ethereal blueG
By the glad voice of every early birdH
As some full lake by breezes in their gleeI
Is rippled into smiles how sweetly stirredH
My spirit then should beI
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And as like burning bullion brightened stillJ
The cloud hung East over yon misty hillJ
I d watch the sun s ethereal chariot comeK
Filling the glades with flakes of chrystal fireL
And the green spaces round my rural homeM
Where slept mine Heart s DesireL
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When if sweet memories of her sleeping smileN
Should my devotion thitherward beguileN
Cheating the morn of its observance dueG
My happy voice should not be wanting longO
To wile her forth with loving transport trueG
Or wake her with a songO
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Awake my fair one for the glowing skiesP
Desire thee and a thousand flowery eyesP
Look for thy coming from each pathway sideQ
With all things fresh and beautiful and brightR
The earth s adorned like an Eastern brideQ
Arise my best delightR
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What can be deeper than the heavens o erbendingO
Or what be richer than the colours blendingO
Amid the green cones of the misty hillJ
What gladder than the runnel s silvery fallS
And yet my spirit asketh something stillJ
Tis thee the crown of allS
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Joined by the Angel of my life beholdT
The day s unfolded gates of heavenly goldT
How lovelier now for her dear lovelinessP
The birds the stream the forest s leafy stirL
Catch from her voice a double power to blessP
And the flowers breathe of herL
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The dews are brighter for her love bright eyesP
And the air sweeter for the soul that liesP
In every gesture of her gentle faceP
So widely Love s invisible spirit flingsP
The visible enrichment of its graceP
O er all regarded thingsP
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Filled with the fresh keen life that so sublimesP
Both mind and body we should then betimesP
Repair us to our cheerful morning mealU
Not more attuned by thankfulness of heartV
Well to enjoy than willing in our wealU
To spare a stranger partV
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Sufficed and grateful to her household careW
Should she betake her then I fieldward fareW
To till the thriving maize or guide the ploughX
Through the rich loam or while the slant sunshineY
Carress d them to remark the melons howX
They lumped from out their vineY
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Thence to the well kept orchard to beholdT
The orange trees o erhung with globes of goldT
Or thin the peachy tribes all ruddy cheekedZ
And clumping from the branches and with theseP
The nectarine s fragrant swarms so lushly streakedZ
That flavour even the breezeP
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To pluck the fig that in its broad leafed shadeA2
Secretes its ripeness even like a maidA2
Mature for love who yet through bashfulnessP
Doth shun or seem to shun each wooer s sightR
Or stay the drooping vine whose every tressP
Is bunch d with clusters brightR
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So should the noon draw on when in yon shadeA2
Beside the rill on the green herbage laidA2
In careless luxury my faint limbs should beI
And hearing but the splash of feathered thingsP
Then fluttering downward from some neighbouring treeI
To dip their shining wingsP
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Or the slow rising and most summery humK
Of gorgeous insects that at times might comeK
Over the runnel and so voyage byB2
Or the light footfall on the farther brinkO
Of some wild creature from its covert nighB2
Just venturing forth to drinkO
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I d calmly think of all my wandering youthC2
Had suffered with a heart so dear to TruthC2
That she at length had portioned it with loveD2
And then of her who to my very soulU
Was what the vitalising Sun aboveD2
Is to the natural wholeU
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Thus rested when the fieryer winged hoursP
Were quenching in the west with freshened powersP
The field again in honorable toilU
Should hear me ending what the morn begunE2
Till I might say scanning the well dressed soilU
A good day s work is doneE2
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Then whilst I woodward drove the unharnessed steerF2
Or for the kine was searching somewhere nearF2
Grouping full fed in ruminating moodG2
The sun should light upon yon western hillU
Slanting his last beams through the shadowing woodE
And up the gleaming rillU
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To sink at length and make the clouds aboveD2
Golden idealisms of the loveD2
My heart poured out on Nature and on herL
Now waiting me at our peace hallowed boardH2
Thus placed who d care amongst the great to stirL
Or with the rich to hoardH2
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The pens secured the final meal in hasteI2
Despatch d though savoury both should forth to tasteI2
Eve s odorous breath and with renewed surpriseP
To find Elysiums painted in the westJ2
And looking then into each other s eyesP
Should feel that we were blestJ2
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And when the gloaming followed Evening s flightR
Whilst yet o er yonder hills a skiey lightR
Keeps mellowing upward near to where first seenK2
The glowing Leader of the starry quireL2
Comes wingedly from out the blue sereneK2
Even like a bird of fireL
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The hushing bounties of those twilight hoursP
Falling into our souls as in the flowersP
Balm breathing bosoms melt the silent dewsP
Should freshen every feeling mild and wiseP
And thence o er all our charities diffuseP
The quiet of the skiesP
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Thus should the night come on in solemn guiseP
To look with all her far ethereal eyesP
Upon my happy life and draw my soulU
To wander like a star the stars amongO
And homeward point from the resplendent poleU
Uranian beams of songO
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Or whilst the moon the world s apparent queenK2
Came whitening up in majesty sereneK2
Reminding us of some dear long past nightR
I d chronicle in rhyme the many thingsP
Of lovely thought that from her mystic lightR
Had woven them their wingsP

Charles Harpur



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