Isaac And Archibald Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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To Mrs Henry RichardsA
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Isaac and Archibald were two old menB
I knew them and I may have laughed at themC
A little but I must have honored themC
For they were old and they were good to meD
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I do not think of either of them nowE
Without remembering infalliblyF
A journey that I made one afternoonG
With Isaac to find out what ArchibaldH
Was doing with his oats It was high timeI
Those oats were cut said Isaac and he fearedJ
That Archibald well he could never feelF
Quite sure of Archibald AccordinglyF
The good old man invited me that isK
Permitted me to go along with himL
And I with a small boy's adhesivenessK
To competent old age got up and wentM
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I do not know that I cared overmuchN
For Archibald's or anybody's oatsK
But Archibald was quite another thingO
And Isaac yet another and the worldP
Was wide and there was gladness everywhereQ
We walked together down the River RoadR
With all the warmth and wonder of the landS
Around us and the wayside flash of leavesK
And Isaac said the day was gloriousK
But somewhere at the end of the first mileF
I found that I was figuring to findT
How long those ancient legs of his would keepU
The pace that he had set for them The sunV
Was hot and I was ready to sweat bloodW
But Isaac for aught I could make of himL
Was cool to his hat band So I said thenB
With a dry gasp of affable despairQ
Something about the scorching days we haveX
In August without knowing it sometimesK
But Isaac said the day was like a dreamY
And praised the Lord and talked about the breezeK
I made a fair confession of the breezeK
And crowded casually on his thoughtZ
The nearness of a profitable nookA2
That I could see First I was half inclinedT
To caution him that he was growing oldB2
But something that was not compassion soonG
Made plain the folly of all subterfugeC2
Isaac was old but not so old as thatD2
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So I proposed without an overtureE2
That we be seated in the shade a whileF
And Isaac made no murmur Soon the talkF2
Was turned on Archibald and I beganG2
To feel some premonitions of a kindT
That only childhood knows for the old manG2
Had looked at me and clutched me with his eyeH2
And asked if I had ever noticed thingsK
I told him that I could not think of themC
And I knew then by the frown that left his faceK
Unsatisfied that I had injured himL
My good young friend he said you cannot feelF
What I have seen so long You have the eyesK
Oh yes but you have not the other thingsK
The sight within that never will deceiveI2
You do not know you have no right to knowJ2
The twilight warning of experienceK
The singular idea of lonelinessK
These are not yours But they have long been mineK2
And they have shown me now for seven yearsK
That Archibald is changing It is notL2
So much that he should come to his last handS
And leave the game and go the old way downM2
But I have known him in and out so longN2
And I have seen so much of good in himL
That other men have shared and have not seenO2
And I have gone so far through thick and thinP2
Through cold and fire with him that now it bringsK
To this old heart of mine an ache that youQ2
Have not yet lived enough to know aboutR2
But even unto you and your boy's faithS2
Your freedom and your untried confidenceK
A time will come to find out what it meansK
To know that you are losing what was yoursK
To know that you are being left behindT
And then the long contempt of innocenceK
God bless you boy don't think the worse of itT2
Because an old man chatters in the shadeU2
Will all be like a story you have readV2
In childhood and remembered for the picturesK
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And when the best friend of your life goes downM2
When first you know in him the slackeningO
That comes and coming always tells the endW2
Now in a common word that would have passedX2
Uncaught from any other lips than hisK
Now in some trivial act of every dayY2
Done as he might have done it all alongN2
But for a twinging little differenceK
That nips you like a squirrel's teeth oh yesK
Then you will understand it well enoughZ2
But oftener it comes in other waysK
It comes without your knowing when it comesK
You know that he is changing and you knowJ2
That he is going just as I know nowE
That Archibald is going and that IH2
Am staying Look at me my boyA3
And when the time shall come for you to seeK
That I must follow after him try thenB
To think of me to bring me back againB
Just as I was to day Think of the placeK
Where we are sitting now and think of meK
Think of old Isaac as you knew him thenB
When you set out with him in August onceK
To see old Archibald The words come backB3
Almost as Isaac must have uttered themC
And there comes with them a dry memoryK
Of something in my throat that would not moveC3
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If you had asked me then to tell just whyH2
I made so much of Isaac and the thingsK
He said I should have gone far for an answerE2
For I knew it was not sorrow that I feltD3
Whatever I may have wished it or tried thenB
To make myself believe My mouth was fullF
Of words and they would have been comfortingO
To Isaac spite of my twelve years I thinkE3
But there was not in me the willingnessK
To speak them out Therefore I watched the groundF3
And I was wondering what made the LordG3
Create a thing so nervous as an antH3
When Isaac with commendable unrestI3
Ordained that we should take the road againB
For it was yet three miles to Archibald'sK
And one to the first pump I felt relievedJ3
All over when the old man told me thatD2
I felt that he had stilled a fear of mineK2
That those extremities of heat and coldB2
Which he had long gone through with ArchibaldH
Had made the man impervious to bothK3
But Isaac had a desert somewhere in himL
And at the pump he thanked God for all thingsK
That He had put on earth for men to drinkE3
And he drank well so well that I proposedL3
That we go slowly lest I learn too soonG
The bitterness of being left behindT
And all those other things That was a jokeM3
To Isaac and it pleased him very muchN
And that pleased me for I was twelve years oldB2
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At the end of an hour's walking after thatD2
The cottage of old Archibald appearedJ
Little and white and high on a smooth round hillF
It stood with hackmatacks and apple treesK
Before it and a big barn roof beyondN3
And over the place trees house fields and allF
Hovered an air of still simplicityK
And a fragrance of old summers the old styleF
That lives the while it passes I dare sayK
That I was lightly conscious of all thisK
When Isaac of a sudden stopped himselfO3
And for the long first quarter of a minuteP3
Gazed with incredulous eyes forgetful quiteQ3
Of breezes and of me and of all elseK
Under the scorching sun but a smooth cut fieldR3
Faint yellow in the distance I was youngS3
But there were a few things that I could seeK
And this was one of them Well well said heK
And Archibald will be surprised I thinkE3
Said I But all my childhood subtletyK
Was lost on Isaac for he strode alongN2
Like something out of Homer powerfulF
And awful on the wayside so I thoughtZ
Also I thought how good it was to beK
So near the end of my short legged endeavorE2
To keep the pace with Isaac for five milesK
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Hardly had we turned in from the main roadR
When Archibald with one hand on his backB3
And the other clutching his huge headed caneT3
Came limping down to meet us Well well wellF
Said he and then he looked at my red faceK
All streaked with dust and sweat and shook my handS
And said it must have been a right smart walkF2
That we had had that day from Tilbury TownM2
Magnificent said Isaac and he toldB2
About the beautiful west wind there wasK
Which cooled and clarified the atmosphereU3
You must have made it with your legs I guessK
Said Archibald and Isaac humored himL
With one of those infrequent smiles of hisK
Which he kept in reserve apparentlyK
For Archibald alone But why said heK
Should Providence have cider in the worldP
If not for such an afternoon as thisK
And Archibald with a soft light in his eyesK
Replied that if he chose to go down cellarE2
There he would find eight barrels one of whichN
Was newly tapped he said and to his tasteV3
An honor to the fruit Isaac approvedW3
Most heartily of that and guided usK
Forthwith as if his venerable feetX3
Were measuring the turf in his own door yardY3
Straight to the open rollway Down we wentM
Out of the fiery sunshine to the gloomZ3
Grateful and half sepulchral where we foundF3
The barrels like eight potent sentinelsK
Close ranged along the wall From one of themC
A bright pine spile stuck out alluringlyK
And on the black flat stone just under itT2
Glimmered a late spilled proof that ArchibaldH
Had spoken from unfeigned experienceK
There was a fluted antique water glassK
Close by and in it prisoned or at restI3
There was a cricket of the brown soft sortA4
That feeds on darkness Isaac turned him outR2
And touched him with his thumb to make him jumpB4
And then composedly pulled out the plugC4
With such a practised hand that scarce a dropD4
Did even touch his fingers Then he drankE4
And smacked his lips with a slow patronageF4
And looked along the line of barrels thereQ
With a pride that may have been forgetfulnessK
That they were Archibald's and not his ownG4
I never twist a spigot nowadaysK
He said and raised the glass up to the lightQ3
But I thank God for orchards And that glassK
Was filled repeatedly for the same handS
Before I thought it worth while to discernH4
Again that I was young and that old ageI4
With all his woes had some advantagesK
Now Archibald said Isaac when we stoodJ4
Outside again I have it in my mindT
That I shall take a sort of little walkF2
To stretch my legs and see what you are doingO
You stay and rest your back and tell the boyA3
A story Tell him all about the timeI
In Stafford's cabin forty years agoJ2
When four of us were snowed up for ten daysK
With only one dried haddock Tell him allK
About it and be wary of your backB3
Now I will go along I looked up thenB
At Archibald and as I looked I sawK
Just how his nostrils widened once or twiceK
And then grew narrow I can hear todayK
The way the old man chuckled to himselfO3
Not wholesomely not wholly to convinceK
Another of his mirth as I can hearK4
The lonely sigh that followed But at lengthL4
He said The orchard now's the place for usK
We may find something like an apple thereQ
And we shall have the shade at any rateM4
So there we went and there we laid ourselvesK
Where the sun could not reach us and I champedM4
A dozen of worm blighted astrakhansK
While Archibald said nothing merely toldM4
The tale of Stafford's cabin which was goodM4
Though master chilly after his own phraseK
Even for a day like that But other thoughtsK
Were moving in his mind imperativeN4
And writhing to be spoken I could seeK
The glimmer of them in a glance or twoQ2
Cautious or else unconscious that he gaveO4
Over his shoulder Stafford and the restM4
But that's an old song now and ArchibaldM4
And Isaac are old men Remember boyA3
That we are old Whatever we have gainedM4
Or lost or thrown away we are old menB
You look before you and we look behindM4
And we are playing life out in the shadowM4
But that's not all of it The sunshine lightsK
A good road yet before us if we lookA2
And we are doing that when least we know itM4
For both of us are children of the sunV
Like you and like the weed there at your feetM4
The shadow calls us and it frightens usK
We think but there's a light behind the starsK
And we old fellows who have dared to liveP4
We see it and we see the other thingsK
The other things Yes I have seen it comeQ4
These eight years and these ten years and I knowM4
Now that it cannot be for very longN2
That Isaac will be Isaac You have seenO2
Young as you are you must have seen the strangeR4
Uncomfortable habit of the manG2
He'll take my nerves and tie them in a knotM4
Sometimes and that's not Isaac I know thatM4
And I know what it is I get it hereK4
A little in my knees and Isaac hereK4
The old man shook his head regretfullyK
And laid his knuckles three times on his foreheadM4
That's what it is Isaac is not quite rightM4
You see it but you don't know what it meansK
The thousand little differences noM4
You do not know them and it's well you don'tM4
You'll know them soon enough God bless you boyA3
You'll know them but not all of them not allK
So think of them as little as you canG2
There's nothing in them for you or for meK
But I am old and I must think of themC
I'm in the shadow but I don't forgetM4
The light my boy the light behind the starsK
Remember that remember that I said itM4
And when the time that you think far awayK
Shall come for you to say it say it boyA3
Let there be no confusion or distrustM4
In you no snarling of a life half livedM4
Nor any cursing over broken thingsK
That your complaint has been the ruin ofS4
Live to see clearly and the light will comeQ4
To you and as you need it But there thereQ
I'm going it again as Isaac saysK
And I'll stop now before you go to sleepU
Only be sure that you growl cautiouslyK
And always where the shadow may not reach youQ2
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Never shall I forget long as I liveP4
The quaint thin crack in Archibald's voiceK
The lonely twinkle in his little eyesK
Or the way it made me feel to be with himL
I know I lay and looked for a long timeI
Down through the orchard and across the roadM4
Across the river and the sun scorched hillsK
That ceased in a blue forest where the worldM4
Ceased with it Now and then my fancy caughtM4
A flying glimpse of a good life beyondM4
Something of ships and sunlight streets and singingO
Troy falling and the ages coming backB3
And ages coming forward ArchibaldM4
And Isaac were good fellows in old clothesK
And Agamemnon was a friend of mineK2
Ulysses coming home again to shootM4
With bows and feathered arrows made anotherE2
And all was as it should be I was youngS3
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So I lay dreaming of what things I wouldM4
Calm and incorrigibly satisfiedM4
With apples and romance and ignoranceK
And the still smoke from Archibald's clay pipeT4
There was a stillness over everythingO
As if the spirit of heat had laid its handM4
Upon the world and hushed it and I feltM4
Within the mightiness of the white sunV
That smote the land around us and wrought outM4
A fragrance from the trees a vital warmthU4
And fullness for the time that was to comeQ4
And a glory for the world beyond the forestM4
The present and the future and the pastM4
Isaac and Archibald the burning bushN
The Trojans and the walls of JerichoM4
Were beautifully fused and all went wellK
Till Archibald began to fret for IsaacV4
And said it was a master day for sunstrokeV4
That was enough to make a mummy smileK
I thought and I remained hilariousK
In face of all precedence and respectM4
Till Isaac who had come to us unheardM4
Found he had no tobacco looked at meK
Peculiarly and asked of ArchibaldM4
What ailed the boy to make him chirrup soM4
From that he told us what a blessed worldM4
The Lord had given us But ArchibaldM4
He added with a sweet severityK
That made me think of peach skins and goose fleshN
I'm half afraid you cut those oats of yoursK
A day or two before they were well setM4
They were set well enough said ArchibaldM4
And I remarked the process of his noseK
Before the words came out But never mindM4
Your neighbor's oats you stay here in the shadeM4
And rest yourself while I go find the cardsK
We'll have a little game of seven upW4
And let the boy keep count We'll have the gameX4
Assuredly said Isaac and I thinkV4
That I will have a drop of cider alsoM4
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They marched away together towards the houseK
And left me to my childish ruminationsK
Upon the ways of men I followed themC
Down cellar with my fancy and then left themC
For a fairer vision of all things at onceK
That was anon to be destroyed againB
By the sound of voices and of heavy feetM4
One of the sounds of life that I rememberE2
Though I forget so many that rang firstM4
As if they were thrown down to me from SinaiH2
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So I remember even to this dayK
Just how they sounded how they placed themselvesK
And how the game went on while I made marksK
And crossed them out and meanwhile made some TrojansK
Likewise I made Ulysses after IsaacV4
And a little after Flaxman ArchibaldM4
Was injured when he found himself left outM4
But he had no heroics and I said soM4
I told him that his white beard was too longV4
And too straight down to be like things in HomerE2
Quite so said Isaac Low said ArchibaldM4
And he threw down a deuce with a deep grinP2
That showed his yellow teeth and made me happyK
So they played on till a bell rang from the doorY4
And Archibald said Supper After thatM4
The old men smoked while I sat watching themC
And wondered with all comfort what might comeQ4
To me and what might never come to meK
And when the time came for the long walk homeZ4
With Isaac in the twilight I could seeK
The forest and the sunset and the sky lineK2
No matter where it was that I was lookingV4
The flame beyond the boundary the musicV4
The foam and the white ships and two old menB
Were things that would not leave me And that nightM4
There came to me a dream a shining oneV
With two old angels in it They had wingsK
And they were sitting where a silver lightM4
Suffused them face to face The wings of oneV
Began to palpitate as I approachedM4
But I was yet unseen when a dry voiceK
Cried thinly with unpatronizing triumph
I've got you Isaac high low jack and the gameX4
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Isaac and Archibald have gone their wayK
To the silence of the loved and well forgottenV
I knew them and I may have laughed at themC
But there's a laughing that has honor in itM4
And I have no regret for light words nowE
Rather I think sometimes they may have madeM4
Their sport of me but they would not do thatM4
They were too old for that They were old menB
And I may laugh at them because I knew themC

Edwin Arlington Robinson



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