Into The Silent Land Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Oh for a pen of light a tongue of fire | B |
| That every word might burn in living flame | C |
| Upon the age's brow and leave one name | C |
| Engraven on the future One desire | B |
| Fills every nook and cranny of my heart | D |
| One hope one sorrow one belov d aim | C |
| She whose pure life was of my life a part | D |
| As light is of the day could she inspire | E |
| My unmelodious muse or tune the lyre | E |
| To diapasons worthy of the theme | F |
| How would her joy put on its robes of light | G |
| And nestle in my bosom once again | H |
| As when life like an Oriental dream | F |
| Fanned by Arabian airs glode down the stream | F |
| To music whose remembrance is a pain | I |
| The foot of time might trample on my strain | I |
| But could not quench its essence There was might | G |
| And majesty and greatness in the love | J |
| She blest me with a blessing without stain | I |
| And that was earthly since her spirit sight | G |
| Looked through the veil and learned love's true delight | G |
| Which sainted ministrants alone can prove | K |
| Who taste the waters of eternal love | J |
| I pause to think how wonderful has grown | L |
| The love that was to me so wondrous here | M |
| Chained as I am to this terrestrial sphere | N |
| Groping my way through darkness and alone | L |
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| Like a blind eaglet soaring towards the sun | O |
| How would her full experience lift and cheer | N |
| The heart that never feels its duty done | O |
| And with a girdle of pure light enzone | O |
| My flowery world of thought and make it all her own | O |
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| Thus mused the Minstrel for his heart was sad | P |
| Death had bereaved him of his bride while youth | Q |
| And looming years of future trust and truth | Q |
| Knit them together till their souls were clad | P |
| With joy ineffable Love's great High Priest | R |
| Sacrificed in their hearts to Him that doeth | Q |
| All things well and such rare perpetual feast | R |
| Of love and truth no mortals ever had | P |
| To keep their memories green their lives serene and glad | P |
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| He sat again within the quiet room | S |
| Where Death had snapped one golden thread of life | T |
| And the pale hand of Sickness sorrow rife | T |
| Robbed the plump cheek of childhood of its bloom | S |
| Where she another Philomena moved | U |
| Like a fond Charity the coming wife | T |
| Ordained to crown his being And he loved | V |
| The future rose before him joy and gloom | S |
| For where the sunlight shone there waved the sable plume | S |
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| And yet he failed not for the coming pain | O |
| The coming bliss would counterbalance all | W |
| The sight prophetic that perceived the pall | X |
| Looked far beyond for the celestial gain | O |
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| They do not truly love who cannot yield | Y |
| The mortal up at the Immortal's call | W |
| Or fail to triumph for the soul that's sealed | Y |
| His mind was strung to one harmonious strain | O |
| To give when God should ask and not resign in vain | O |
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| Love was to him life's chiefest victory | Z |
| He knew no greater and he sought no less | A2 |
| Like a green isle surrounded by the sea | Z |
| That gives it health and vigour so was he | Z |
| The centre of love's sphere of perfectness | Z |
| He breathed its heavenly atmosphere the key | Z |
| That opened every chamber in love's court | B2 |
| Was in his hand love's mystery was his sport | B2 |
| He knelt within love's fane and worshipped there | C2 |
| But not alone for one was by his side | D2 |
| Whose love refined his being filled the air | C2 |
| Of life's irradiated sky with light | G |
| As the sun floods the heavens with a tide | D2 |
| Of renovating freshness as the night | G |
| Is mellowed by the ample moon | O |
| And hoping for the recompense | Z |
| That would be theirs in life's approaching noon | O |
| They built on hope's high eminence | Z |
| Their airy palaces whose magnificence | Z |
| Surpassed the dreams that fancy drew | E2 |
| So fair the promised land that lay within their view | E2 |
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| And here they lived just within reach of heaven | O |
| They could put forth their hands and touch the skies | Z |
| That brooded o'er the walls of chrysolite | G |
| The airy minarets and golden domes | Z |
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| Of their new home by Love the Maker given | O |
| Steeped in his brightest dyes | Z |
| All nature opened up her ponderous tomes | Z |
| Whereby they had new knowledge and new sight | G |
| Learned greater truths and saw the paths of light | G |
| Mosaic paven which to Duty led | G |
| And there were secrets written overhead | G |
| In burning hieroglyphs of thought | G |
| From which they gleaned such lessons as are taught | G |
| Only to those whom heaven in graciousness | Z |
| Lifts in her arms with a divine caress | Z |
| Earth like a joyous maiden whose pure soul | F2 |
| Is filled with sudden ecstacy became | C |
| A fruitful Eden and the golden bowl | F2 |
| That held their elixir of life was filled | G |
| To overflowing with the rarest draught | G |
| Ever by gods or men in rapture quaffed | G |
| Till from the altar of their hearts love's flame | C |
| Passed through the veins of the world and thrilled | G |
| The soul of the rejoicing universe | Z |
| Which became theirs and like true neophytes | Z |
| They drained the sweet nepenthe and love's rites | Z |
| Wiped from their hearts all trace of the primeval curse | Z |
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| The happy months rolled on each wedded day | G |
| A bridal and each calm and holy eve | G2 |
| Strewed with rare blessings all the sunny way | G |
| Through which they passed with so divine a joy | H2 |
| That in his brain would meditation weave | G2 |
| Love's roses into garlands of sweet song | I2 |
| To deck the brow of his devoted wife | T |
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| In this their El Dorado no alloy | H2 |
| Mixed with the coinage of their wedded life | T |
| The workmen in the mint an honest throng | I2 |
| No wonder then that with go fine a bliss | Z |
| Informing every fibre of his brain | O |
| His thoughts begat impressions such as this | Z |
| Linking their lives together with a chain | O |
| Of melody as rare as some divine refrain | O |
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| Like dew to the thirsty flower | B |
| Like sweets to the hungry bee | Z |
| Is love's divinest dower | J2 |
| Its tenderness and power | B |
| To thee dear Wife to thee | Z |
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| Like light to the darkened spirit | G |
| Like oil to the turbid sea | Z |
| Like truthful words to merit | G |
| Are the blessings I inherit | G |
| With thee dear Wife with thee | Z |
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| Afar in the distant ages | Z |
| Soul ransomed and spirit free | Z |
| I'll read all being's pages | Z |
| Unread by mortal sages | Z |
| With thee dear Wife with thee | Z |
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| None but the happy heart could carol thus | Z |
| A feather stolen from Devotion's wing | K2 |
| To keep as a memento of the time | L2 |
| When earth met heaven in life's duteous | Z |
| And prayerful journey towards the shadowy clime | L2 |
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| Ere they descended from their height sublime | L2 |
| Where at Love's well filled table banqueting | K2 |
| They sat and watched the first glad year | N |
| Earthlike revolving round the sun | O |
| Of their true life Within that sphere | N |
| Was the new Eden One by one | O |
| The precious moments dropped like golden sands | Z |
| And formed the solid hours No perilous strands | Z |
| Delayed life's blissful current as it sped | G |
| Through flowery realms with blue skies overhead | G |
| To songs and laughter musically sweet | G |
| As if all sorrow had forever fled | G |
| And idylls sung with cheerful tone | O |
| Haunted the calm enchanted zone | O |
| That hemmed them in | O |
| Where like a stately queen | O |
| Sate Peace beatified serene | O |
| The guardian heaven sent of this their fair demesne | O |
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| LOVE'S ANNIVERSARY | Z |
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| Like a bold adventurous swain | O |
| Just a year ago to day | G |
| I launched my bark on a radiant main | O |
| And Hymen led the way | G |
| Breakers ahead he cried | G |
| As he sought to overwhelm | L2 |
| My daring craft in the shrieking tide | G |
| But Love like a pilot bold and tried | G |
| Sat watchful at the helm | L2 |
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| And we passed the treacherous shoals | Z |
| Where many a hope lay dead | G |
| And splendid wrecks were piled like the ghouls | Z |
| Of joys forever fled | G |
| Once safely over these | Z |
| We sped by a fairy realm | L2 |
| Across the bluest and calmest seas | Z |
| That were ever kissed by a truant breeze | Z |
| With Love still at the helm | L2 |
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| We sailed by sweet odorous isles | Z |
| Where the flowers and trees were one | O |
| Through lakes that vied with the golden smiles | Z |
| Of heaven's unclouded sun | O |
| Still speeds our merry bark | K2 |
| Threading life's peaceful realm | L2 |
| And 'tis ever morn with our marriage lark | K2 |
| For the Pilot Love of our safety ark | K2 |
| Stands watchful at the helm | L2 |
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| II | A |
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| A beautiful land is the Land of Dreams | Z |
| Green hills and valleys and deep lagoons | Z |
| Swift rushing torrents and gentle streams | Z |
| Glassing a myriad silver moons | Z |
| Mirror like lakelets with lovely isles | Z |
| And verdurous headlands looking down | O |
| On the Neread shapes whose smiles | Z |
| Were worth the price of a peaceful crown | O |
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| We clutch at the silvery bars | Z |
| Flung from the motionless stars | Z |
| And climb far into space | Z |
| Defying the race | Z |
| Who ride in a rial cars | Z |
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| We take up the harp of the mind | G |
| And finger its delicate strings | Z |
| The notes soft and light | G |
| As a moonbeam's flight | G |
| Departing on viewless wings | Z |
| Afar in some fanciful bower | B |
| Some region of exquisite calm | L2 |
| Where the starlight falls in a gleaming shower | B |
| We sink to repose | Z |
| On our couch of rose | Z |
| Inhaling no mortal balm | L2 |
| The worlds are no longer unknown | O |
| We pass through the uttermost sky | K2 |
| Our eyelids are kissed | G |
| By a gentle mist | G |
| And we feel the tone | O |
| Of a calmer zone | O |
| As if heaven were wondrous nigh | K2 |
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| A fanciful land is the Land of Dreams | Z |
| Where earth and heaven are clasping hands | Z |
| No heaven no earth | Q |
| But one wide new birth | Q |
| Where Beauty and Goodness and human worth | Q |
| Make earth of heaven and heaven of earth | Q |
| And angels are walking on golden strands | Z |
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| And the pearly gates of the universe | Z |
| Of mind and fancy opening | K2 |
| To the touch of the dainty finger tips | Z |
| Of elegant Peris with rose bud lips | Z |
| Delicate weird like sounds are born | O |
| From the amber depths of odorous morn | O |
| And spirits of beauty and light rehearse | Z |
| Such strains as the young immortals sing | K2 |
| When the souls of the blest | G |
| Are borne to their rest | G |
| On luminous pinions of light serene | O |
| To the fragrant bowers of evergreen | O |
| O'er the rosy plains where the dying hours | Z |
| Are changed by a spell to celestial flowers | Z |
| Where the skies have a hue no name can express | Z |
| For the tone of their passionate loveliness | Z |
| Surpasseth all human imagining | K2 |
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| Such was their beautiful Dream of Life | T |
| Each stern reality softened down | O |
| Earth seemed to have ended her age of Strife | T |
| And Harmony reigned her olive crown | O |
| Besting on the Parian brow | M2 |
| Of the fair victor like the gleam | L2 |
| Of the silvery moon on waves that flow | N2 |
| Thoughtfully down the summer stream | L2 |
| Such was their earnest Dream of Life | T |
| Was it some angel with jealous eye | K2 |
| Seeing such love beneath the sky | K2 |
| As never yet in world or star | O2 |
| Or spheral height that reached so far | O2 |
| 'Twas never beheld by mortal sight | G |
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| Or elsewhere save in highest heaven | O |
| Was duly earned or truly given | O |
| That leagued with the usurper Death | Q |
| To quench the light that shone so bright | G |
| That in all the earth there was not a breath | Q |
| So foul as to change their day to night | G |
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| Alone alone Oh word of fearful tone | O |
| Well might the moon withhold her light | G |
| The stars withdraw from human sight | G |
| When Love was overthrown | O |
| The Minstrel's heart how changed | G |
| Love's principalities | Z |
| O'er which he reigned supreme | L2 |
| Usurped by earth's realities | Z |
| The realm through which he ranged | G |
| Become a vanished dream | L2 |
| And yet he sung as sings | Z |
| The dying swan that droops its wings | Z |
| And drifts along the stream | L2 |
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| THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOW PANE | O |
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| A joy from my soul's departed | G |
| A bliss from my heart is flown | O |
| As weary weary hearted | G |
| I wander alone alone | O |
| The night wind sadly sigheth | Q |
| A withering wild refrain | O |
| And my heart within me dieth | Q |
| For the light in the window pane | O |
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| The stars overhead are shining | K2 |
| As brightly as e'er they shone | O |
| As heartless sad repining | K2 |
| I wander alone alone | O |
| A sudden flash comes streaming | K2 |
| And flickers adown the lane | O |
| But no more for me is gleaming | K2 |
| The light in the window pane | O |
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| The voices that pass are cheerful | P2 |
| Men laugh as the night winds moan | O |
| They cannot tell how fearful | P2 |
| 'Tis to wander alone alone | O |
| For them with each night's returning | K2 |
| Life singeth its tenderest strain | O |
| Where the beacon of love is burning | K2 |
| The light in the window pane | O |
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| Oh sorrow beyond all sorrows | Z |
| To which human life is prone | O |
| Without thee through all the morrows | Z |
| To wander alone alone | O |
| Oh dark deserted dwelling | K2 |
| Where Hope like a lamb was slain | O |
| No voice from thy lone walls welling | K2 |
| No light in thy window pane | O |
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| But memory sainted angel | P2 |
| Rolls back the sepulchral stone | O |
| And sings like a sweet evangel | P2 |
| No never never alone | O |
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| True grief has its royal palace | Z |
| Each loss is a greater gain | O |
| And Sorrow ne'er filled a chalice | Z |
| That Joy did not wait to drain | O |
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| Man must be perfected | G |
| By suffering he said | G |
| And Death is but the stepping stone whereby | K2 |
| We mount towards the gate | G |
| Of heaven soon or late | G |
| Death is the penalty of life we die | K2 |
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| Because we live and life | T |
| Is but a constant strife | T |
| With the immortal Impulse that within | O |
| Our bodies seeks control | P2 |
| The time abiding Soul | P2 |
| That wrestles with us yet we fain would win | O |
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| And what the victory | Z |
| Would make us slaves and we | Z |
| Who in our blindness struggle for the prize | Z |
| Of this illusive state | G |
| Called Life do but frustrate | G |
| The higher law refusing to be wise | Z |
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| Rightly he knew indeed | G |
| Earth's brightest paths but lead | G |
| To the true wisdom of that perfect state | G |
| Where Knowledge heaven born | O |
| And Love's eternal morn | O |
| Awaiteth those who would be truly great | G |
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| With what abiding trust | G |
| He rose from out the dust | G |
| As Death's swift chariot passed him by the way | G |
| No visionary dream | L2 |
| Was his no trifling theme | L2 |
| The Soul's great Mystery before him lay | G |
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| THE SOUL | P2 |
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| All my mind has sat in state | G |
| Pond'ring on the deathless Soul | P2 |
| What must be the Perfect Whole | P2 |
| When the atom is so great | G |
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| God I fall in spirit down | O |
| Low as Persian to the sun | O |
| All my senses one by one | O |
| In the stream of Thought must drown | O |
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| On the tide of mystery | Z |
| Like a waif I'm seaward borne | O |
| Ever looking for the morn | O |
| That will yet interpret Thee | Z |
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| Opening my blinded eyes | Z |
| That have strove to look within | O |
| 'Whelmed in clouds of doubt and sin | O |
| Sinking where I dared to rise | Z |
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| Could I trace one Spirit's flight | G |
| Track it to its final goal | P2 |
| Know that 'Spirit' meant 'the Soul ' | - |
| I must perish in the light | G |
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| All in vain I search and cry | K2 |
| What O Soul and whence art thou | Q |
| Lower than the earth I bow | Q |
| Stricken with the grave reply | K2 |
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| Wouldst thou ope what God has sealed | G |
| Sealed in mercy here below | P2 |
| What is best for man to know | P2 |
| Shall most surely be revealed | G |
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| Deep on deep of mystery | Z |
| Ask the sage he knows no more | Q2 |
| Of the soul's unspoken lore | Q2 |
| Than the child upon his knee | Z |
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| Cannot tell me whence the thought | G |
| That is passing through my mind | G |
| Where the mystic soul is shrined | G |
| Wherewith all my life is fraught | G |
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| Knows not how the brain conceives | Z |
| Images almost divine | O |
| Cannot work my mental mine | O |
| Cannot bind my golden sheaves | Z |
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| Is he wiser then than I | K2 |
| Seeing he can read the stars | Z |
| I have rode in fancy's oars | Z |
| Leagues beyond his farthest sky | K2 |
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| Some old Rabbi dreaming o'er | B |
| The sweet legends of his race | Z |
| Ask him for some certain trace | Z |
| Of the far eternal shore | Q2 |
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| No The Talmud page is dark | K2 |
| Though it burn with quenchless fire | B |
| And the insight must pierce higher | B |
| That would find the vital spark | K2 |
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| O my Soul be firm and wait | G |
| Hoping with the zealous few | E2 |
| Till the Shekinah of the True | E2 |
| Lead thee through the Golden Gate | G |
Charles Sangster
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