The House Of Clouds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFEF GHIHJKLK EKEKMBMB NKNKOPOP AQCQRFSF SQSTUVWV XSXSYSYS ZA2B2A2C2D2E2D2 F2G2H2D2I2BI2K SKSKJ2BJ2D DSDSSKSK2 NQNQSFSF FL2FM2SFSF| I would build a cloudy House | A |
| For my thoughts to live in | B |
| When for earth too fancy loose | C |
| And too low for Heaven | D |
| Hush I talk my dream aloud | E |
| I build it bright to see | F |
| I build it on the moonlit cloud | E |
| To which I looked with thee | F |
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| Cloud walls of the morning's grey | G |
| Faced with amber column | H |
| Crowned with crimson cupola | I |
| From a sunset solemn | H |
| May mists for the casements fetch | J |
| Pale and glimmering | K |
| With a sunbeam hid in each | L |
| And a smell of spring | K |
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| Build the entrance high and proud | E |
| Darkening and then brightening | K |
| If a riven thunder cloud | E |
| Veined by the lightning | K |
| Use one with an iris stain | M |
| For the door within | B |
| Turning to a sound like rain | M |
| As I enter in | B |
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| Build a spacious hall thereby | N |
| Boldly never fearing | K |
| Use the blue place of the sky | N |
| Which the wind is clearing | K |
| Branched with corridors sublime | O |
| Flecked with winding stairs | P |
| Such as children wish to climb | O |
| Following their own prayers | P |
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| In the mutest of the house | A |
| I will have my chamber | Q |
| Silence at the door shall use | C |
| Evening's light of amber | Q |
| Solemnising every mood | R |
| Softemng in degree | F |
| Turning sadness into good | S |
| As I turn the key | F |
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| Be my chamber tapestried | S |
| With the showers of summer | Q |
| Close but soundless glorified | S |
| When the sunbeams come here | T |
| Wandering harpers harping on | U |
| Waters stringed for such | V |
| Drawing colours for a tune | W |
| With a vibrant touch | V |
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| Bring a shadow green and still | X |
| From the chestnut forest | S |
| Bring a purple from the hill | X |
| When the heat is sorest | S |
| Spread them out from wall to wall | Y |
| Carpet wove around | S |
| Whereupon the foot shall fall | Y |
| In light instead of sound | S |
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| Bring the fantasque cloudlets home | Z |
| From the noontide zenith | A2 |
| Ranged for sculptures round the room | B2 |
| Named as Fancy weeneth | A2 |
| Some be Junos without eyes | C2 |
| Naiads without sources | D2 |
| Some be birds of paradise | E2 |
| Some Olympian horses | D2 |
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| Bring the dews the birds shake off | F2 |
| Waking in the hedges | G2 |
| Those too perfumed for a proof | H2 |
| From the lilies' edges | D2 |
| From our England's field and moor | I2 |
| Bring them calm and white in | B |
| Whence to form a mirror pure | I2 |
| For Love's self delighting | K |
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| Bring a grey cloud from the east | S |
| Where the lark is singing | K |
| Something of the song at least | S |
| Unlost in the bringing | K |
| That shall be a morning chair | J2 |
| Poet dream may sit in | B |
| When it leans out on the air | J2 |
| Unrhymed and unwritten | D |
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| Bring the red cloud from the sun | D |
| While he sinketh catch it | S |
| That shall be a couch with one | D |
| Sidelong star to watch it | S |
| Fit for poet's finest Thought | S |
| At the curfew sounding | K |
| Things unseen being nearer brought | S |
| Than the seen around him | K2 |
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| Poet's thought not poet's sigh | N |
| 'Las they come together | Q |
| Cloudy walls divide and fly | N |
| As in April weather | Q |
| Cupola and column proud | S |
| Structure bright to see | F |
| Gone except that moonlit cloud | S |
| To which I looked with thee | F |
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| Let them Wipe such visionings | F |
| From the Fancy's cartel | L2 |
| Love secures some fairer things | F |
| Dowered with his immortal | M2 |
| The sun may darken heaven be bowed | S |
| But still unchanged shall be | F |
| Here in my soul that moonlit cloud | S |
| To which I looked with THEE | F |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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