Hillcrest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGHI JKJK AEAE LMLM AFAF NOPO QRQR ESET AUAU VEVE UEUETo Mrs Edward MacDowell | A |
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No sound of any storm that shakes | B |
Old island walls with older seas | C |
Comes here where now September makes | B |
An island in a sea of trees | C |
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Between the sunlight and the shade | D |
A man may learn till he forgets | E |
The roaring of a world remade | D |
And all his ruins and regrets | E |
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And if he still remembers here | F |
Poor fights he may have won or lost | G |
If he be ridden with the fear | H |
Of what some other fight may cost | I |
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If eager to confuse too soon | J |
What he has known with what may be | K |
He reads a planet out of tune | J |
For cause of his jarred harmony | K |
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If here he venture to unroll | A |
His index of adagios | E |
And he be given to console | A |
Humanity with what he knows | E |
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He may by contemplation learn | L |
A little more than what he knew | M |
And even see great oaks return | L |
To acorns out of which they grew | M |
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He may if he but listen well | A |
Through twilight and the silence here | F |
Be told what there are none may tell | A |
To vanity's impatient ear | F |
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And he may never dare again | N |
Say what awaits him or be sure | O |
What sunlit labyrinth of pain | P |
He may not enter and endure | O |
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Who knows to day from yesterday | Q |
May learn to count no thing too strange | R |
Love builds of what Time takes away | Q |
Till Death itself is less than Change | R |
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Who sees enough in his duress | E |
May go as far as dreams have gone | S |
Who sees a little may do less | E |
Than many who are blind have done | T |
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Who sees unchastened here the soul | A |
Triumphant has no other sight | U |
Than has a child who sees the whole | A |
World radiant with his own delight | U |
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Far journeys and hard wandering | V |
Await him in whose crude surmise | E |
Peace like a mask hides everything | V |
That is and has been from his eyes | E |
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And all his wisdom is unfound | U |
Or like a web that error weaves | E |
On airy looms that have a sound | U |
No louder now than falling leaves | E |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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