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Preludes	A
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I The Joyful Wisdom	B
Would Wisdom for herself be woo'd	C
And wake the foolish from his dream	D
She must be glad as well as good	E
And must not only be but seem	D
Beauty and joy are hers by right	F
And knowing this I wonder less	G
That she's so scorn'd when falsely dight	F
In misery and ugliness	H
What's that which Heaven to man endears	H
And that which eyes no sooner see	H
Than the heart says with floods of tears	H
Ah that's the thing which I would be	H
Not childhood full of frown and fret	F
Not youth impatient to disown	I
Those visions high which to forget	F
Were worse than never to have known	I
Not worldlings in whose fair outside	F
Nor courtesy nor justice fails	H
Thanks to cross pulling vices tied	F
Like Samson's foxes by the tails	H
Not poets real things are dreams	H
When dreams are as realities	H
And boasters of celestial gleams	H
Go stumbling aye for want of eyes	H
Not patriots nor people's men	J
In whom two worse match'd evils meet	F
Than ever sought Adullam's den	J
Base conscience and a high conceit	F
Not new made saints their feelings iced	F
Their joy in man and nature gone	K
Who sing O easy yoke of Christ	F
But find 'tis hard to get it on	L
Not great men even when they're good	F
The good man whom the time makes great	F
By some disgrace of chance or blood	F
God fails not to humiliate	F
Not these but souls found here and there	M
Oases in our waste of sin	N
Where everything is well and fair	M
And Heav'n remits its discipline	O
Whose sweet subdual of the world	F
The worldling scarce can recognise	H
And ridicule against it hurl'd	F
Drops with a broken sting and dies	H
Who nobly if they cannot know	P
Whether a 'scutcheon's dubious field	F
Carries a falcon or a crow	P
Fancy a falcon on the shield	F
Yet ever careful not to hurt	F
God's honour who creates success	H
Their praise of even the best desert	F
Is but to have presumed no less	H
Who should their own life plaudits bring	Q
Are simply vex'd at heart that such	R
An easy yea delightful thing	Q
Should move the minds of men so much	R
They live by law not like the fool	S
But like the bard who freely sings	H
In strictest bonds of rhyme and rule	S
And finds in them not bonds but wings	H
Postponing still their private ease	H
To courtly custom appetite	F
Subjected to observances	H
To banquet goes with full delight	F
Nay continence and gratitude	F
So cleanse their lives from earth's alloy	T
They taste in Nature's common food	F
Nothing but spiritual joy	T
They shine like Moses in the face	H
And teach our hearts without the rod	F
That God's grace is the only grace	H
And all grace is the grace of God	F
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II The Devices	H
Love kiss'd by Wisdom wakes twice Love	U
And Wisdom is thro' loving wise	H
Let Dove and Snake and Snake and Dove	U
This Wisdom's be that Love's device	H
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Going To Church	V
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I	-
I woke at three for I was bid	F
To breakfast with the Dean at nine	W
And thence to Church My curtain slid	F
I found the dawning Sunday fine	W
And could not rest so rose The air	M
Was dark and sharp the roosted birds	H
Cheep'd Here am I Sweet are you there	M
On Avon's misty flats the herds	H
Expected comfortless the day	F
Which slowly fired the clouds above	U
The cock scream'd somewhere far away	F
In sleep the matrimonial dove	U
Was crooning no wind waked the wood	F
Nor moved the midnight river damps	H
Nor thrill'd the poplar quiet stood	F
The chestnut with its thousand lamps	H
The moon shone yet but weak and drear	M
And seem'd to watch with bated breath	X
The landscape all made sharp and clear	M
By stillness as a face by death	X
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II	-
My pray'rs for her being done I took	Y
Occasion by the quiet hour	M
To find and know by Rule and Book	Y
The rights of love's beloved power	M
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III	-
Fronting the question without ruth	Z
Nor ignorant that evermore	M
If men will stoop to kiss the Truth	Z
She lifts them higher than before	M
I from above such light required	F
As now should once for all destroy	M
The folly which at times desired	F
A sanction for so great a joy	M
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IV	U
Thenceforth and through that pray'r I trod	F
A path with no suspicions dim	A2
I loved her in the name of God	F
And for the ray she was of Him	A2
I ought to admire much more not less	H
Her beauty was a godly grace	H
The mystery of loveliness	H
Which made an altar of her face	H
Was not of the flesh though that was fair	M
But a most pure and living light	F
Without a name by which the rare	M
And virtuous spirit flamed to sight	F
If oft in love effect lack'd cause	H
And cause effect 'twere vain to soar	M
Reasons to seek for that which was	H
Reason itself or something more	M
My joy was no idolatry	M
Upon the ends of the vile earth bent	F
For when I loved her most then I	-
Most yearn'd for more divine content	F
That other doubt which like a ghost	F
In the brain's darkness haunted me	M
Was thus resolved Him loved I most	F
But her I loved most sensibly	M
Lastly my giddiest hope allow'd	F
No selfish thought or earthly smirch	V
And forth I went in peace and proud	F
To take my passion into Church	V
Grateful and glad to think that all	B2
Such doubts would seem entirely vain	C2
To her whose nature's lighter fall	B2
Made no divorce of heart from brain	C2
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V	M
I found them with exactest grace	H
And fresh as Spring for Spring attired	F
And by the radiance in her face	H
I saw she felt she was admired	F
And through the common luck of love	U
A moment's fortunate delay	F
To fit the little lilac glove	U
Gave me her arm and I and they	F
They true to this and every hour	M
As if attended on by Time	D2
Enter'd the Church while yet the tower	M
Was noisy with the finish'd chime	D2
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VI	-
Her soft voice singularly heard	F
Beside me in her chant withstood	F
The roar of voices like a bird	F
Sole warbling in a windy wood	F
And when we knelt she seem'd to be	M
An angel teaching me to pray	F
And all through the high Liturgy	M
My spirit rejoiced without allay	F
Being for once borne clearly above	U
All banks and bars of ignorance	H
By this bright spring tide of pure love	U
And floated in a free expanse	H
Whence it could see from side to side	F
The obscurity from every part	F
Winnow'd away and purified	F
By the vibrations of my heart	F

Coventry Patmore

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto X. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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