The Philosopher. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKFKFLALA MNMNOFOFPQPQAA ARARSFSF LTLTHUHV| Enough of thought philosopher | A |
| Too long hast thou been dreaming | B |
| Unlightened in this chamber drear | A |
| While summer's sun is beaming | B |
| Space sweeping soul what sad refrain | C |
| Concludes thy musings once again | D |
| - | |
| Oh for the time when I shall sleep | E |
| Without identity | F |
| And never care how rain may steep | E |
| Or snow may cover me | F |
| No promised heaven these wild desires | G |
| Could all or half fulfil | H |
| No threatened hell with quenchless fires | G |
| Subdue this quenchless will | H |
| - | |
| So said I and still say the same | I |
| Still to my death will say | J |
| Three gods within this little frame | I |
| Are warring night and day | J |
| Heaven could not hold them all and yet | K |
| They all are held in me | F |
| And must be mine till I forget | K |
| My present entity | F |
| Oh for the time when in my breast | L |
| Their struggles will be o'er | A |
| Oh for the day when I shall rest | L |
| And never suffer more | A |
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| I saw a spirit standing man | M |
| Where thou dost stand an hour ago | N |
| And round his feet three rivers ran | M |
| Of equal depth and equal flow | N |
| A golden stream and one like blood | O |
| And one like sapphire seemed to be | F |
| But where they joined their triple flood | O |
| It tumbled in an inky sea | F |
| The spirit sent his dazzling gaze | P |
| Down through that ocean's gloomy night | Q |
| Then kindling all with sudden blaze | P |
| The glad deep sparkled wide and bright | Q |
| White as the sun far far more fair | A |
| Than its divided sources were | A |
| - | |
| And even for that spirit seer | A |
| I've watched and sought my life time long | R |
| Sought him in heaven hell earth and air | A |
| An endless search and always wrong | R |
| Had I but seen his glorious eye | S |
| ONCE light the clouds that wilder me | F |
| I ne'er had raised this coward cry | S |
| To cease to think and cease to be | F |
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| I ne'er had called oblivion blest | L |
| Nor stretching eager hands to death | T |
| Implored to change for senseless rest | L |
| This sentient soul this living breath | T |
| Oh let me die that power and will | H |
| Their cruel strife may close | U |
| And conquered good and conquering ill | H |
| Be lost in one repose | V |
Emily Bronte
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