The Unknown Eros. Book I. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Saint Valentine s DayB
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Well dost thou Love thy solemn Feast to holdC
In vestal FebruaryD
Not rather choosing out some rosy dayB
From the rich coronet of the coming MayB
When all things meet to marryD
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O quick pr vernal PowerE
That signall'st punctual through the sleepy mouldC
The Snowdrop's time to flowerE
Fair as the rash oath of virginityD
Which is first love's first cryA
O Baby SpringF
That flutter'st sudden 'neath the breast of EarthG
A month before the birthG
Whence is the peaceful poignancyD
The joy contriteH
Sadder than sorrow sweeter than delightH
That burthens now the breath of everythingF
Though each one sighs as if to each aloneI
The cherish'd pang were knownI
At dusk of dawn on his dark spray apartJ
With it the Blackbird breaks the young Day's heartJ
In evening's hushK
About it talks the heavenly minded ThrushK
The hill with like remorseL
Smiles to the Sun's smile in his westering courseL
The fisher's drooping skiffM
In yonder sheltering bayB
The choughs that call about the shining cliffM
The children noisy in the setting rayB
Own the sweet season each thing as it mayB
Thoughts of strange kindness and forgotten peaceN
In me increaseN
And tears ariseO
Within my happy happy Mistress' eyesO
And lo her lips averted from my kissP
Ask from Love's bounty ah much more than blissP
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Is't the sequester'd and exceeding sweetQ
Of dear Desire electing his defeatQ
Is't the waked Earth now to yon purpling copeR
Uttering first love's first cryA
Vainly renouncing with a Seraph's sighA
Love's natural hopeR
Fair meaning Earth foredoom'd to perjuryD
Behold all amorous MayB
With roses heap'd upon her laughing browsS
Avoids thee of thy vowsS
Were it for thee with her warm bosom nearT
To abide the sharpness of the Seraph's sphereT
Forget thy foolish wordsU
Go to her summons gayB
Thy heart with dead wing'd Innocencies fill'dV
Ev'n as a nest with birdsU
After the old ones by the hawk are kill'dV
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Well dost thou Love to celebrateW
The noon of thy soft ecstasyD
Or e'er it be too lateW
Or e'er the Snowdrop dieA
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Wind And WaveX
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The wedded light and heatQ
Winnowing the witless spaceY
Without a letZ
What are they till they beatQ
Against the sleepy sod and there begetZ
Perchance the violetA2
Is the One foundB2
Amongst a wilderness of as happy graceY
To make Heaven's boundB2
So that in HerE
All which it hath of sensitively goodC2
Is sought and understoodC2
After the narrow mode the mighty Heavens preferE
She as a little breezeD2
Following still NightH
Ripples the spirit's cold deep seasD2
Into delightH
But in a whileE2
The immeasurable smileE2
Is broke by fresher airs to flashes blentH
With darkling discontentH
And all the subtle zephyr hurries gayB
And all the heaving ocean heaves one wayB
T'ward the void sky line and an unguess'd wealE2
Until the vanward billows feelE2
The agitating shallows and divine the goalE2
And to foam rollE2
And spread and strayB
And traverse wildly like delighted handsF2
The fair and fleckless sandsF2
And so the wholeE2
Unfathomable and immenseG2
Triumphing tide comes at the last to reachH2
And burst in wind kiss'd splendours on the deaf'ning beachH2
Where forms of children in first innocenceI2
Laugh and fling pebbles on the rainbow'd crestH
Of its untired unrestH
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WinterE
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I singularly movedH
To love the lovely that are not belovedH
Of all the Seasons mostH
Love Winter and to traceY
The sense of the Trophonian pallor on her faceY
It is not death but plenitude of peaceN
And the dim cloud that does the world enfoldH
Hath less the characters of dark and coldH
Than warmth and light asleepJ2
And correspondent breathing seems to keepJ2
With the infant harvest breathing soft belowE2
Its eider coverlet of snowE2
Nor is in field or garden anythingF
But duly look'd into contains sereneK2
The substance of things hoped for in the SpringF
And evidence of Summer not yet seenK2
On every chance mild dayB
That visits the moist shawL2
The honeysuckle 'sdaining to be crostB
In urgence of sweet life by sleet or frostB
'Voids the time's lawL2
With still increaseN
Of leaflet new and little wandering sprayB
Often in sheltering brakesM2
As one from rest disturb'd in the first hourE
Primrose or violet bewilder'd wakesM2
And deems 'tis time to flowerE
Though not a whisper of her voice he hearN2
The buried bulb does knowE2
The signals of the yearT
And hails far Summer with his lifted spearT
The gorse field dark by sudden gold capriceN
Turns here and there into a Jason's fleeceN
Lilies that soon in Autumn slipp'd their gowns of greenK2
And vanish'd into earthG
And came again ere Autumn died to birthG
Stand full array'd amidst the wavering showerE
And perfect for the Summer less the flowerE
In nook of pale or crevice of crude barkO2
Thou canst not missP
If close thou spy to markO2
The ghostly chrysalisP
That if thou touch it stirs in its dream darkO2
And the flush'd Robin in the evenings hoarP2
Does of Love's Day as if he saw it singF
But sweeter yet than dream or song of Summer or SpringF
Are Winter's sometime smiles that seem to wellE2
From infancy ineffableE2
Her wandering languorous gazeQ2
So unfamiliar so without amazeQ2
On the elemental chill adversityB
The uncomprehended rudeness and her sighA
And solemn gathering tearR2
And look of exile from some great repose the sphereT
Of ether moved by ether only orP2
By something still more tranquilE2
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BetaB
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Of infinite Heaven the raysQ2
Piercing some eyelet in our cavern blackS2
Ended their viewless trackS2
On thee to smiteB
Solely as on a diamond stalactiteB
And in mid darkness lit a rainbow's blazeQ2
Wherein the absolute Reason Power and LoveA
That erst could moveA
Mainly in me but toil and wearinessT2
Renounced their deadening mightB
Renounced their undistinguishable stressU2
Of withering whiteB
And did with gladdest hues my spirit caressU2
Nothing of Heaven in thee showing infiniteB
Save the delightB
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The Day After To MorrowE2
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Perchance she droops within the hollow gulfA
Which the great wave of coming pleasure drawsV2
Not guessing the glad causeW2
Ye Clouds that on your endless journey goE2
Ye Winds that westward flowE2
Thou heaving SeaA
That heav'st 'twixt her and meA
Tell her I comeX2
Then only sigh your pleasure and be dumbX2
For the sweet secret of our either selfA
We knowE2
Tell her I comeX2
And let her heart be still'dB
One day's controlled hope and then one moreP2
And on the third our lives shall be fulfill'dB
Yet all has been beforeP2
Palm placed in palm twin smiles and words astrayB
What other should we sayB
But shall I not with ne'er a sign perceiveA
Whilst her sweet hands I holdB
The myriad threads and meshes manifoldB
Which Love shall round her weaveA
The pulse in that vein making alien pauseV2
And varying beats from thisP
Down each long finger felt a differing strandB
Of silvery welcome blandB
And in her breezy palmY2
And silken wristB
Beneath the touch of my like numerous blissP
Complexly kiss'dB
A diverse and distinguishable calmY2
What should we sayB
It all has been beforeP2
And yet our lives shall now be first fulfill'dB
And into their summ'd sweetness fall distill'dB
One sweet drop moreP2
One sweet drop more in absolute increaseN
Of unrelapsing peaceN
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O heaving SeaA
That heav'st as if for bliss of her and meA
And separatest not dear heart from heartB
Though each 'gainst other beats too far apartB
For yet awhileE2
Let it not seem that I behold her smileE2
O weary Love O folded to her breastB
Love in each moment years and years of restB
Be calm as being notB
Ye oceans of intolerable delightB
The blazing photosphere of central NightB
Be ye forgotB
Terror thou swarthy Groom of Bride bliss coyZ2
Let me not see thee toyZ2
O Death too tardy with thy hope intenseG2
Of kisses close beyond conceit of senseG2
O Life too liberal while to take her handB
Is more of hope than heart can understandB
Perturb my golden patience not with joyZ2
Nor through a wish profaneA3
The peace that should pertainA3
To him who does by her attraction moveA
Has all not been beforeP2
One day's controlled hope and one againB3
And then the third and ye shall have theB

Coventry Patmore



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