Botanical Gardens Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKC KLMNOPQ RSTUVQWXYZHA2B2C2D D2E2F2E2G2H2I2G2H2E2 E2LJ2K2L2M2E2N2E2E2C O2IP2Q2AR2S2 T2U2ZT2T2V2W2T2T2T2V 2X2E2Y2T2Z2A3E2J2B3C 3E2D3T2 E3R2T2F3IG3H3V2E2I3C 3J3 T2T2K3T2T2E2E2T2T2PL 3M3T2R2 N3T2T2O3T2 P3Q3T2C3QC3T2J2T2T2E 2R3S3T3T2 U3T2N3V3E2T2E2T2T2W3 X3C3IT2E2T2T2E2R2R2Q V3T2X3E2G2T2QX3IE2Y3 X3E2E2T2T2R2X3T2C3QT 2 E2QT2Z3X3E2 T2E2ZE2A4B4E2E2X3C4X 3X3N3D4 X3F3T2| He follows me no more I said nor stands | A |
| Beside me And I wake these later days | B |
| In an April mood a wonder light and free | C |
| The vision is gone but gone the constant pain | D |
| Of constant thought I see dawn from my hill | E |
| And watch the lights which fingers from the waters | F |
| Twine from the sun or moon Or look across | G |
| The waste of bays and marshes to the woods | H |
| Under the prism colors of the air | I |
| Held in a vacuum silence where the clouds | J |
| Like cyclop hoods are tossed against the sky | K |
| In terrible glory | C |
| - | |
| And earth charmed I lie | K |
| Before the staring sphinx whose musing face | L |
| Is this Egyptian heaven and whose eyes | M |
| Are separate clouds of gold whose pedestal | N |
| Is earth whose silken sheathed claws | O |
| No longer toy with me even while I stroke them | P |
| Since I have ceased to tease her | Q |
| - | |
| Then behold | R |
| A breeze is blown out of a world becalmed | S |
| And as I see the multitudinous leaves | T |
| Fluttered against the water and the light | U |
| And see this light unveil itself reveal | V |
| An inner light a Presence Secret splendor | Q |
| I clap hands over eyes for the earth reels | W |
| And I have fears of dieties shown or spun | X |
| From nothingness But when I look again | Y |
| The earth has stayed itself I see the lake | Z |
| The leaves the light of the sun the cyclop hoods | H |
| Of thunder heads yet feel upon my arm | A2 |
| A hand I know and hear a voice I know | B2 |
| He has returned and brought with him the thought | C2 |
| And the old pain | D |
| - | |
| The voice says Leave the sphinx | D2 |
| The garden waits your study fully grown | E2 |
| And I arise and follow down a slope | F2 |
| To a lawn by the lake and an ancient seat of stone | E2 |
| And near it a fountain's shattered rim enclosing | G2 |
| An Eros of light mood whose sculptured smile | H2 |
| Consciously dimples for the unveiled pistil of love | I2 |
| As he strokes with baby hand the slender arching | G2 |
| Neck of a swan And here is a peristyle | H2 |
| Whose carven columns are pink as the long updrawn | E2 |
| Stalks of tulips bedded in April snow | E2 |
| And sunk amid tiger lillies is the face | L |
| Of an Asian Aphrodite close to the seat | J2 |
| With feet of a Babylonian lion amid | K2 |
| This ruined garden of yellow daisies poppies | L2 |
| And ruddy asphodel from Crete it seems | M2 |
| Though here is our western moon as white and thin | E2 |
| As an abalone shell hung under the boughs | N2 |
| Of an oak that is mocked by the vastness of sky between | E2 |
| His boughs and the moon in this sky of afternoon | E2 |
| We walk to the water's edge and here he shows me | C |
| Green scum or stalks or sedges grasses shrubs | O2 |
| That yield to trees beyond the levels where | I |
| The beech and oak have triumph for along | P2 |
| This gradual growth from algae reeds and grasses | Q2 |
| That builds the soil against the water's hands | A |
| All things are fierce for place and garner life | R2 |
| From weaker things | S2 |
| - | |
| And then he shows me root stocks | T2 |
| And Alpine willow growths that sneak and crawl | U2 |
| Beneath the soil Or as we leave the lake | Z |
| And walk the forest I behold lianas | T2 |
| Smilax or woodbine climbing round the trunks | T2 |
| Of giant trees that live and out of earth | V2 |
| And out of air make strength and food and ask | W2 |
| No other help And in this place I see | T2 |
| Spiral bryony python of the vines | T2 |
| That coils and crushes and that banyan tree | T2 |
| Whose spreading branches drop new roots to earth | V2 |
| And lives afar from where the parent trunk | X2 |
| Has sunk its roots so that the healthful sun | E2 |
| Is darkened as a people might be darkened | Y2 |
| By ignorance or want or tyranny | T2 |
| Or dogma of a jungle hidden faith | Z2 |
| Why is it think I though I dare not speak | A3 |
| That this should be to forests or to men | E2 |
| That water fails and light decreases heat | J2 |
| Of God's air lessens and the soil goes spent | B3 |
| Till plants change leaves and stalks and seeds as well | C3 |
| Or migrate from the olden places go | E2 |
| In search of life or if they cannot move | D3 |
| Die in the ruthless marches | T2 |
| - | |
| That is life he said | E3 |
| For even these the giants scatter life | R2 |
| Into the maws of death That towering tree | T2 |
| That for these hundred years has leafed itself | F3 |
| And through its leaves out of the magic air | I |
| Drawn nutriment for annual girths took root | G3 |
| Out of an acorn which good chance preserved | H3 |
| While all its brother acorns cast to earth | V2 |
| To make trees by a parent tree now gone | E2 |
| Were crushed devoured or strangled as they sprouted | I3 |
| Amid thick jealous growth wherein they fell | C3 |
| All acorns but this one were lost | J3 |
| - | |
| Then he reads | T2 |
| My questioning thought and shows me yuccas cactus | T2 |
| Whose thick leaves in the rainless places thrive | K3 |
| And shows me leaves that must have rain and roots | T2 |
| That must have water where the river flows | T2 |
| And how the spirit of life though turned or driven | E2 |
| This way or that beyond a course begun | E2 |
| Cannot be stayed or quenched but moves conforms | T2 |
| To soil and sun makes roots or thickens leaves | T2 |
| Or thins or re adjusts them on the stem | P |
| To fashion forth itself produce its kind | L3 |
| Nor dies not rests not nor surrenders not | M3 |
| Is only changed or buried re appears | T2 |
| As other forms of life | R2 |
| - | |
| We had walked through | N3 |
| A forest of sequoias beeches pines | T2 |
| And ancient oaks where I could see the trace | T2 |
| Of willows alders ruined or devoured | O3 |
| By the great Titans | T2 |
| - | |
| At last | P3 |
| We reached my hill and sat and overlooked | Q3 |
| The garden at our feet even to the place | T2 |
| Of tiger lilies and of asphodel | C3 |
| By now beneath the self same moon grown denser | Q |
| As where the wounded surface of the shell | C3 |
| Thickens its shimmering stuff in spiral coigns | T2 |
| Of the shell so was the moon above the seat | J2 |
| Beside the Eros and the Aphrodite | T2 |
| Sunk amid yellow daisies and deep grass | T2 |
| And here we sat and looked And here my vision | E2 |
| Was over all we saw but not a part | R3 |
| Of what we saw for all we saw stood forth | S3 |
| As foreign to myself as something touched | T3 |
| To learn the thing it is | T2 |
| - | |
| I might have asked | U3 |
| Who owns this garden for the thought arose | T2 |
| With my surprise who owns this garden who | N3 |
| Planted this garden why and to what end | V3 |
| And why this fight for place for soil and sun | E2 |
| Water and air and why this enmity | T2 |
| Between the things here planted and between | E2 |
| Flying or crawling life and plants and whence | T2 |
| The power that falls in one place but arises | T2 |
| Some other place and why the unceasing growth | W3 |
| Of all these forms that only come to seed | X3 |
| Then disappear to enrich the insatiate soil | C3 |
| Where the new seed falls But silence kept me there | I |
| For wonder of the beauty which I saw | T2 |
| Even while the faculty of external vision | E2 |
| Kept clear the garden separate from me | T2 |
| Envisioned seen as grasses sedges alders | T2 |
| As forestry as fields of wheat and corn | E2 |
| As the vast theatre of unceasing life | R2 |
| Moving to life and blind to all but life | R2 |
| As places used tried out as if the gardener | Q |
| For his delight or use or for an end | V3 |
| Of good or beauty made experiments | T2 |
| With seed or soils or crossings of the seed | X3 |
| Even as peoples epochs did the garden | E2 |
| Lie to my vision or as races crowding | G2 |
| Absorbing dispossessing killing races | T2 |
| Not only for a place to grow but under | Q |
| A stimulus of doctrine as Mahomet | X3 |
| Or Jesus like a vital change of air | I |
| Or artifice of culture made the garden | E2 |
| Which mortals call the world grow in a way | Y3 |
| And overgrow the world as neither dreamed | X3 |
| Who is the Gardener then Or is there one | E2 |
| Beside the life within the plant within | E2 |
| The python climbers wandering sedges root stalks | T2 |
| Thorn bushes night shade deadly saprophytes | T2 |
| Goths Vandals Tartars striving for more life | R2 |
| And praying to the urge within as God | X3 |
| The Gardener who lays out the garden sprays | T2 |
| For insects which devour keeps rich the soil | C3 |
| For those who pray and know the Gardener | Q |
| As One who is without and over sees | T2 |
| - | |
| But while in contemplation of the garden | E2 |
| Whether from failing day or from departure | Q |
| Of my own vision in the things it saw | T2 |
| Bereft of penetrating thought I sank | Z3 |
| Became a part of what I saw and lost | X3 |
| The great solution | E2 |
| - | |
| As we sat in silence | T2 |
| And coming night what seemed the sinking moon | E2 |
| Amid the yellow sedges by the lake | Z |
| Began to twinkle as a fire were blown | E2 |
| And it was fire the garden was afire | A4 |
| As it were all the world had flamed with war | B4 |
| And a wind came out of the bright heaven | E2 |
| And blew the flames first through the ruined garden | E2 |
| Then through the wood the fields of wheat at last | X3 |
| Nothing was left but waste and wreaths of smoke | C4 |
| Twisting toward the stars And there he sat | X3 |
| Nor uttered aught save when I sighed he said | X3 |
| If it be comforting I promise you | N3 |
| Another spring shall come | D4 |
| - | |
| And after that | X3 |
| Another spring that's all I know myself | F3 |
| There shall be springs and springs | T2 |
Edgar Lee Masters
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