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Love Letters Of A Violinist. Letter Vii. Hope Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Letter VII Hope	A
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O tears of mine Ye start I know not why	-
Unless indeed to prove that I am glad	B
Albeit fast wedded to a thought so sad	B
I scarce can deem that my despair will die	-
Or that the sun careering up the sky	-
Will warm again a world that seem'd so mad	B
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II	-
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And yet who knows The world is to the mind	C
Much as we make it and the things we tend	D
Wear for the nonce the liveries that we lend	D
And some such things are fair though ill defined	C
And some are scathing like the wintry wind	C
And some begin and some will never end	D
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III	-
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How can I think ye tears that I have been	E
The thing I was so doubting so unfit	F
And so unblest with brows for ever knit	F
And hair unkempt and face becoming lean	G
And cold and pale as if I late had seen	G
Medusa's head and all the scowls of it	F
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IV	H
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Oh why is this Oh why have I so long	I
Brooded on grief and made myself a bane	J
To golden fields and all the happy plain	J
Where once I met the Lady of my Song	I
The lady for whose sake I shall be strong	I
But never weak or diffident again	K
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V	H
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I was too shorn of hope I did employ	L
Words like a mourner and to Her I bow'd	M
As one might kneel to Glory in its shroud	M
But I am crown'd to day and not so coy	L
Crown'd with a kiss and sceptred with a joy	L
And all the world shall see that I am proud	M
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VI	H
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I shall be sated now I shall receive	H
More than the guerdon of my wildest thought	N
More than the most that ecstasy has taught	N
To saints in Heaven and more than poets weave	H
In madcap verse to warn us or deceive	H
And more than Adam knew ere Eve was brought	N
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VII	H
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I know the meaning now of all the signs	O
And all the joys I dreamt of in my dreams	P
I realise the comfort of the streams	P
When they reflect the shadows of the pines	O
I know that there is hope for celandines	O
And that a tree is merrier than it seems	O
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VIII	H
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I know the mighty hills have much to tell	Q
And that they quake at times in undertone	R
And talk to stars because so much alone	R
And so unlov'd I know that in the dell	Q
Flowers are betroth'd and that a wedding bell	Q
Rings in the breeze on which a moth has flown	R
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IX	O
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I know such things because to loving hearts	O
Nature is keen and pleasures long delay'd	S
Quicken the pulse and turn a truant shade	S
Into a sprite equipp'd with all the darts	O
That once were Cupid's and the day departs	O
And sun and moon conjoin as man with maid	S
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X	O
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The lover knows how grand a thing is love	H
How grand how sweet a thing and how divine	T
More than the pouring out of choicest wine	T
More than the whiteness of the whitest dove	H
More than the glittering of the stars above	H
And such a love O Love is thine and mine	T
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XI	O
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To me the world to day has grown so fair	U
I dare not trust myself to think of it	F
Visions of light around me seem to flit	F
And Phoebus loosens all his golden hair	U
Right down the sky and daisies turn and stare	U
At things we see not with our human wit	F
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XII	O
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And here beside me there are mosses green	G
In shelter'd nooks and gnats in bright array	V
And lordly beetles out for holiday	V
And spiders small that work in silver sheen	G
To make a kirtle for the Fairy Queen	G
That she may don it on the First of May	V
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XIII	O
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I hear in thought I hear the very words	O
That Arethusa turn'd into a brook	W
Spoke to Diana when her leave she took	W
Of all she lov'd low weeping as the birds	O
Shrill'd out of tune and all the frighten'd herds	O
Scamper'd to death in spite of pipe and crook	W
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XIV	H
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I know to day why winds were made to sigh	H
And why they hide themselves and why they gloat	X
In some old ruin Mote confers with mote	X
And shell with shell and corals live and die	H
And die and live below the deep And why	H
To make a necklace for my lady's throat	X
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XV	H
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And yet the world in all its varied girth	Y
Lacks what we look for There is something base	O
In mere existence something in the face	O
Of men and women which accepts the earth	Y
And all its havings as its right of birth	Y
But not its quittance not its resting place	O
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XVI	H
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There have been moments at the set of sun	Z
When I have long'd for wings upon the wind	C
That I might seek a planet to my mind	C
More full develop'd than this present one	Z
With more of scope when all is said and done	Z
To satisfy the wants of human kind	C
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XVII	H
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A world with thee a home in some remote	X
And unknown region which no sage's ken	K
Has compass'd yet of which no human pen	K
Has traced the limits where no terrors float	X
In wind or wave and where the soul may note	X
A thousand raptures unreveal'd to men	K
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XVIII	H
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To be transported in a magic car	A2
On some transcendent night in early June	B2
Beyond the horn'd projections of the moon	B2
To have our being in a bridal star	A2
In lands of light where only angels are	A2
Athwart the spaces where the comets swoon	B2
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XIX	O
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To be all this to have in our estate	C2
Worlds without stint and quit them for the clay	V
Of some new planet where a summer's day	V
Lasts fifty years and there to celebrate	C2
Our Golden Wedding by the will of Fate	C2
This were a subject for a seraph's lay	V
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XX	O
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This were a life to live a life indeed	D2
A thing to die for if in truth we die	H
When we but put our mortal vestments by	H
This were a climax for a lover's need	D2
Sweeter than songs and holier than the creed	D2
Of half the zealots who have sought the sky	H