The Forest Sanctuary - Part I. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Forest Sanctuary - Part I. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
The voices of my home I hear them still	B
They have been with me through the dreamy night	C
The blessed household voices wont to fill	B
My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight	C
I hear them still unchang'd though some from earth	D
Are music parted and the tones of mirth	D
Wild silvery tones that rang through days more bright	C
Have died in others yet to me they come	E
Singing of boyhood back the voices of my home	F
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II	A
They call me through this hush of woods reposing	G
In the grey stillness of the summer morn	H
They wander by when heavy flowers are closing	G
And thoughts grow deep and winds and stars are born	H
Ev'n as a fount's remember'd gushings burst	I
On the parch'd traveller in his hour of thirst	I
E'en thus they haunt me with sweet sounds till worn	H
By quenchless longings to my soul I say	J
Oh for the dove's swift wings that I might flee away	J
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III	A
And find mine ark yet whither I must bear	K
A yearning heart within me to the grave	L
I am of those o'er whom a breath of air	K
Just darkening in its course the lake's bright wave	L
And sighing through the feathery canes hath power	M
To call up shadows in the silent hour	M
From the dim past as from a wizard's cave	L
So must it be These skies above me spread	N
Are they my own soft skies Ye rest not here my dead	N
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IV	L
Ye far amidst the southern flowers lie sleeping	G
Your graves all smiling in the sunshine clear	O
Save one a blue lone distant main is sweeping	G
High o'er one gentle head ye rest not here	P
'Tis not the olive with a whisper swaying	G
Not thy low ripplings glassy water playing	G
Through my own chesnut groves which fill mine ear	P
But the faint echoes in my breast that dwell	Q
And for their birth place moan as moans the ocean shell	Q
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V	L
Peace I will dash these fond regrets to earth	D
Ev'n as an eagle shakes the cumbering rain	R
From his strong pinion Thou that gav'st me birth	D
And lineage and once home my native Spain	R
My own bright land my father's land my child's	S
What hath thy son brought from thee to the wilds	S
He hath brought marks of torture and the chain	R
Traces of things which pass not as a breeze	T
A blighted name dark thoughts wrath woe thy gifts are these	T
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VI	L
A blighted name I hear the winds of morn	H
Their sounds are not of this I hear the shiver	M
Of the green reeds and all the rustlings borne	H
From the high forest when the light leaves quiver	M
Their sounds are not of this the cedars waving	G
Lend it no tone His wide savannahs laving	G
It is not murmur'd by the joyous river	M
What part hath mortal name where God alone	U
Speaks to the mighty waste and through its heart is known	U
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VII	L
Is it not much that I may worship Him	V
With nought my spirit's breathings to control	W
And feel His presence in the vast and dim	V
And whispery woods where dying thunders roll	W
From the far cataracts Shall I not rejoice	X
That I have learn'd at last to know His voice	X
From man's I will rejoice my soaring soul	W
Now hath redeem'd her birth right of the day	J
And won through clouds to Him her own unfetter'd way	J
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VIII	L
And thou my boy that silent at my knee	L
Dost lift to mine thy soft dark earnest eyes	Y
Fill'd with the love of childhood which I see	L
Pure through its depths a thing without disguise	Y
Thou that hast breath'd in slumber on my breast	Z
When I have check'd its throbs to give thee rest	Z
Mine own whose young thoughts fresh before me rise	Y
Is it not much that I may guide thy prayer	K
And circle thy glad soul with free and healthful air	K
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IX	Y
Why should I weep on thy bright head my boy	A2
Within thy fathers' halls thou wilt not dwell	Q
Nor lift their banner with a warrior's joy	A2
Amidst the sons of mountain chiefs who fell	Q
For Spain of old Yet what if rolling waves	Y
Have borne us far from our ancestral graves	Y
Thou shalt not feel thy bursting heart rebel	B2
As mine hath done nor bear what I have borne	H
Casting in falsehood's mould th' indignant brow of scorn	H
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X	Y
This shall not be thy lot my blessed child	C2
I have not sorrow'd struggled liv'd in vain	R
Hear me magnificent and ancient wild	C2
And mighty rivers ye that meet the main	R
As deep meets deep and forests whose dim shade	D2
The flood's voice and the wind's by swells pervade	D2
Hear me 'tis well to die and not complain	R
Yet there are hours when the charg'd heart must speak	G
Ev'n in the desert's ear to pour itself or break	G
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XI	Y
I see an oak before me it hath been	E2
The crown'd one of the woods and might have flung	G
Its hundred arms to Heaven still freshly green	F2
But a wild vine around the stem hath clung	G
From branch to branch close wreaths of bondage throwing	G
Till the proud tree before no tempest bowing	G
Hath shrunk and died those serpent folds among	G
Alas alas what is it that I see	Y
An image of man's mind land of my sires with thee	Y
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XII	Y
Yet art thou lovely Song is on thy hills	Y
Oh sweet and mournful melodies of Spain	R
That lull'd my boyhood how your memory thrills	Y
The exile's heart with sudden wakening pain	R
Your sounds are on the rocks that I might hear	P
Once more the music of the mountaineer	O
And from the sunny vales the shepherd's strain	R
Floats out and fills the solitary place	Y
With the old tuneful names of Spain's heroic race	Y
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XIII	Y
But there was silence one bright golden day	J
Through my own pine hung mountains Clear yet lone	U
In the rich autumn light the vineyards lay	J
And from the fields the peasant's voice was gone	G2
And the red grapes untrodden strew'd the ground	H2
And the free flocks untended roam'd around	H2
Where was the pastor where the pipe's wild tone	U
Music and mirth were hush'd the hills among	G
While to the city's gates each hamlet pour'd its throng	G
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XIV	L
Silence upon the mountains But within	E2
The city's gates a rush a press a swell	Q
Of multitudes their torrent way to win	E2
And heavy boomings of a dull deep bell	Q
A dead pause following each like that which parts	Y
The dash of billows holding breathless hearts	Y
Fast in the hush of fear knell after knell	Q
And sounds of thickening steps like thunder rain	R
That plashes on the roof of some vast echoing fane	R
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XV	L
What pageant's hour approach'd The sullen gate	I2
Of a strong ancient prison house was thrown	U
Back to the day And who in mournful state	I2
Came forth led slowly o'er its threshold stone	U
They that had learn'd in cells of secret gloom	J2
How sunshine is forgotten They to whom	J2
The very features of mankind were grown	U
Things that bewilder'd O'er their dazzled sight	C
They lifted their wan hands and cower'd before the light	C
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XVI	L
To this man brings his brother Some were there	K
Who with their desolation had entwin'd	K2
Fierce strength and girt the sternness of despair	K
Fast round their bosoms ev'n as warriors bind	K2
The breast plate on for fight but brow and cheek	G
Seem'd theirs a torturing panoply to speak	G
And there were some from whom the very mind	K2
Had been wrung out they smil'd oh startling smile	L2
Whence man's high soul is fled where doth it sleep the while	L2
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XVII	L
But onward moved the melancholy train	R
For their false creeds in fiery pangs to die	L
This was the solemn sacrifice of Spain	R
Heaven's offering from the land of chivalry	Y
Through thousands thousands of their race they mov'd	M2
Oh how unlike all others the belov'd	N2
The free the proud the beautiful whose eye	L
Grew fix'd before them while a people's breath	O2
Was hush'd and its one soul bound in the thought of death	O2
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XVIII	L
It might be that amidst the countless throng	G
There swell'd some heart with Pity's weight oppress'd	Z
For the wide stream of human love is strong	G
And woman on whose fond and faithful breast	Z
Childhood is rear'd and at whose knee the sigh	L
Of its first prayer is breath'd she too was nigh	L
But life is dear and the free footstep bless'd	Z
And home a sunny place where each may fill	B
Some eye with glistening smiles and therefore all were still	B
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XIX	Y
All still youth courage strength a winter laid	D2
A chain of palsy cast on might and mind	K2
Still as at noon a southern forest's shade	D2
They stood those breathless masses of mankind	K2
Still as a	P2