Our Secret Selves Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDE FGHIG HGGJGHKLK GMNIN OPQPQ IRISI TIUPU| The snow floats down upon us mingled with rain | A |
| It eddies around pale lilac lamps and falls | B |
| Down golden windowed walls | B |
| We were all born of flesh in a flare of pain | A |
| We do not remember the red roots whence we rose | C |
| But we know that we rose and walked that after a while | D |
| We shall lie down again | E |
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| The snow floats down upon us we turn we turn | F |
| Through gorges filled with light we sound and flow | G |
| One is struck down and hurt we crowd about him | H |
| We bear him away gaze after his listless body | I |
| But whether he lives or dies we do not know | G |
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| One of us sings in the street and we listen to him | H |
| The words ring over us like vague bells of sorrow | G |
| He sings of a house he lived in long ago | G |
| It is strange this house of dust was the house I lived in | J |
| The house you lived in the house that all of us know | G |
| And coiling slowly about him and laughing at him | H |
| And throwing him pennies we bear away | K |
| A mournful echo of other times and places | L |
| And follow a dream a dream that will not stay | K |
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| Down long broad flights of lamplit stairs we flow | G |
| Noisy in scattered waves crowding and shouting | M |
| In broken slow cascades | N |
| The gardens extend before us We spread out swiftly | I |
| Trees are above us and darkness The canyon fades | N |
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| And we recall with a gleaming stab of sadness | O |
| Vaguely and incoherently some dream | P |
| Of a world we came from a world of sun blue hills | Q |
| A black wood whispers around us green eyes gleam | P |
| Someone cries in the forest and someone kills | Q |
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| We flow to the east to the white lined shivering sea | I |
| We reach to the west where the whirling sun went down | R |
| We close our eyes to music in bright cafees | I |
| We diverge from clamorous streets to streets that are silent | S |
| We loaf where the wind spilled fountain plays | I |
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| And growing tired we turn aside at last | T |
| Remember our secret selves seek out our towers | I |
| Lay weary hands on the banisters and climb | U |
| Climbing each to his little four square dream | P |
| Of love or lust or beauty or death or crime | U |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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