The Landscape Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Landscape Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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You and your landscape There it lies	A
Stripped resuming its disguise	A
Clothed in dreams made bare again	B
Symbol infinite of pain	C
Rapture magic mystery	D
Of vanished days and days to be	D
There's its sea of tidal grass	E
Over which the south winds pass	E
And the sun set's Tuscan gold	F
Which the distant windows hold	F
For an instant like a sphere	G
Bursting ere it disappear	G
There's the dark green woods which throve	H
In the spell of Leese's Grove	H
And the winding of the road	I
And the hill o'er which the sky	J
Stretched its pallied vacancy	D
Ere the dawn or evening glowed	I
And the wonder of the town	K
Somewhere from the hill top down	K
Nestling under hills and woods	L
And the meadow's solitudes	L
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And your paper knight of old	F
Secrets of the landscape told	F
And the hedge rows where the pond	M
Took the blue of heavens beyond	M
The hastening clouds of gusty March	N
There you saw their wrinkled arch	N
Where the East wind cracks his whips	L
Round the little pond and clips	L
Main sails from your toppled ships	L
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Landscape that in youth you knew	O
Past and present earth and you	O
All the legends and the tales	L
Of the uplands of the vales	L
Sounds of cattle and the cries	L
Of ploughmen and of travelers	L
Were its soul's interpreters	L
And here the lame were always lame	P
Always gray the gray of head	Q
And the dead were always dead	Q
Ere the landscape had become	R
Your cradle as it was their tomb	S
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And when the thunder storms would waken	T
Of the dream your soul was not forsaken	T
In the room where the dormer windows look	U
There were your knight and the tattered book	U
With colors of the forest green	V
Gabled roofs and the demesne	V
Of faery kingdoms and faery time	W
Storied in pre natal rhyme	W
Past the orchards in the plain	V
The cattle fed on in the rain	V
And the storm beaten horseman sped	Q
Rain blinded and with bended head	Q
And John the ploughman comes and goes	L
In labor wet with steaming clothes	L
This is your landscape but you see	L
Not terror and not destiny	L
Behind its loved maternal face	L
Its power to change or fade replace	L
Its wonder with a deeper dream	X
Unfolding to a vaster theme	X
From time eternal was this earth	Y
No less this landscape with your birth	Y
Arose nor leaves you nor decay	Z
Finds till the twilight of your day	Z
It bore you moulds you to its plan	V
It ends with you as it began	V
But bears the seed of future years	L
Of higher raptures dumber tears	L
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For soon you lose the landscape through	O
Absence sorrow eyes grown true	O
To the naked limbs which show	A2
Buds that never more may blow	A2
Now you know the lame were straight	B2
Ere you knew them and the fate	B2
Of the old is yet to die	J
Now you know the dead who lie	J
In the graves you saw where first	C2
The landscape on your vision burst	C2
Were not always dead and now	V
Shadows rest upon the brow	V
Of the souls as young as you	O
Some are gone though years are few	O
Since you roamed with them the hills	L
So the landscape changes wills	L
All the changes did it try	J
Its promises to justify	J
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For you return and find it bare	D2
There is no heaven of golden air	D2
Your eyes around the horizon rove	H
A clump of trees is Leese's Grove	H
And what's the hedgerow what's the pond	M
A wallow where the vagabond	M
Beast will not drink and where the arch	N
Of heaven in the days of March	N
Refrains to look A blinding rain	V
Beats the once gilded window pane	V
John the poor wretch is gone but bread	Q
Tempts other feet that path to tread	Q
Between the barn and house and brave	E2
The March rain and the winds that rave	E2
O landscape I am one who stands	L
Returned with pale and broken hands	L
Glad for the day that I have known	V
And finds the deserted doorway strown	V
With shoulder blade and spinal bone	V
And you who nourished me and bred	Q
I find the spirit from you fled	Q
You gave me dreams 'twas at your breast	F2
My soul's beginning rose and pressed	F2
My steps afar at last and shaped	G2
A world elusive which escaped	G2
Whatever love or thought could find	H2
Beyond the tireless wings of mind	H2
Yet grown by you and feeding on	V
Your strength as mother you are gone	V
When I return from living trace	L
My steps to see how I began	V
And deeply search your mother face	L
To know your inner self the place	L
For which you bore me sent me forth	I2
To wander south or east or north	I2
Now the familiar landscape lies	L
With breathless breast and hollow eyes	L
It knows me not as I know not	J2
Its secret spirit all forgot	J2
Its kindred look is as I stand	K2
A stranger in an unknown land	K2
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Are we not earth born formed of dust	L2
Which seeks again its love and trust	L2
In an old landscape after change	M2
In hearts grown weary wrecked and strange	M2
What though we struggled to emerge	N2
Dividual footed for the urge	N2
Of further self discoveries though	A2
In the mid years we cease to know	A2
Through disenchanted eyes the spell	O2
That clothed it like a miracle	P2
Yet at the last our steps return	V
Its deeper mysteries to learn	V
It has been always us it must	L2
Clasp to itself our kindred dust	L2
We cannot free ourselves from it	Q2
Near or afar we must submit	Q2
To what is in us what was grown	V
Out of the landscape's soil the known	V
And unknown powers of soil and soul	R2
As bodies yield to the control	R2
Of the earth's center and so bend	S2
In age so hearts toward the end	S2
Bend down with lips so long athirst	S2
To waters which were known at first	S2
The little spring at Leese's Grove	H
Was your first love is your last love	T2
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When those we knew in youth have crept	S2
Under the landscape which has kept	S2
Nothing we saw with youthful eyes	L
Ere God is formed in the empty skies	L
I wonder not our steps are pressed	S2
Toward the mystery of their rest	S2
That is the hope at bud which kneels	L
Where ancestors the tomb conceals	L
Age no less than youth would lean	V
Upon some love For what is seen	V
No more of father mother friend	S2
For hands of flesh lost eyes grown blind	S2
In death a something which assures	L
Comforts allays our fears endures	L
Just as the landscape and our home	U2
In childhood made of heaven's dome	U2
And all the farthest ways of earth	Y
A place as sheltered as the hearth	V2
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Is it not written at the last day	S2
Heaven and earth shall roll away	S2
Yes as my landscape passed through death	W2
Lay like a corpse and with new breath	W2
Became instinct with fire and light	S2
So shall it roll up in my sight	S2
Pass from the realm of finite sense	L
Become a thing of spirit whence	L
I shall pass too its child in faith	X2
Of dreams it gave me which nor death	W2
Nor change can wreck but still reveal	Y2
In change a Something vast more real	Y2
Than sunsets meadows green wood trees	L
Or even faery presences	L
A Something which the earth and air	D2
Transmutes but keeps them what they were	Z2
Clear films of beauty grown more thin	V
As we approach and enter in	V
Until we reach the scene that made	S2
Our landscape just a thing of shade	S2