The Forest Sanctuary - Part Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDDCEE AFGFHIIHJJ AKLKLMMLNN OPIPIQQIII ORSRSIISDD OTUTUVWUII OIIIIIIIGG OIHIHXXHOO HDIDIYYILL HIIIIZZIOO HLSLSIISII HIIIIIIIII HA2HA2HIIHSS OB2YB2B2HGB2II OHB2HB2C2C2B2DD OHHHHIIHII OHIHIHHIHH OHOHOIIOHH HIIIDI | A |
Bring me the sounding of the torrent water | B |
With yet a nearer swell fresh breeze awake | C |
And river darkening ne'er with hues of slaughter | B |
Thy wave's pure silvery green and shining lake | C |
Spread far before my cabin with thy zone | D |
Of ancient woods ye chainless things and lone | D |
Send voices through the forest aisles and make | C |
Glad music round me that my soul may dare | E |
Cheer'd by such tones to look back on a dungeon's air | E |
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II | A |
Oh Indian hunter of the desert's race | F |
That with the spear at times or bended bow | G |
Dost cross my footsteps in thy fiery chase | F |
Of the swift elk or blue hill's flying roe | H |
Thou that beside the red night fire thou heapest | I |
Beneath the cedars and the star light sleepest | I |
Thou know'st not wanderer never may'st thou know | H |
Of the dark holds wherewith man cumbers earth | J |
To shut from human eyes the dancing seasons' mirth | J |
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III | A |
There fetter'd down from day to think the while | K |
How bright in Heaven the festal sun is glowing | L |
Making earth's loneliest places with his smile | K |
Flush like the rose and how the streams are flowing | L |
With sudden sparkles through the shadowy grass | M |
And water flowers all trembling as they pass | M |
And how the rich dark summer trees are bowing | L |
With their full foliage this to know and pine | N |
Bound unto midnight's heart seems a stern lot 'twas mine | N |
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IV | O |
Wherefore was this Because my soul had drawn | P |
Light from the book whose words are grav'd in light | I |
There at its well head had I found the dawn | P |
And day and noon of freedom but too bright | I |
It shines on that which man to man hath given | Q |
And call'd the truth the very truth from Heaven | Q |
And therefore seeks he in his brother's sight | I |
To cast the mote and therefore strives to bind | I |
With his strong chains to earth what is not earth's the mind | I |
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V | O |
It is a weary and a bitter task | R |
Back from the lip the burning word to keep | S |
And to shut out Heaven's air with falsehood's mask | R |
And in the dark urn of the soul to heap | S |
Indignant feelings making even of thought | I |
A buried treasure which may but be sought | I |
When shadows are abroad and night and sleep | S |
I might not brook it long and thus was thrown | D |
Into that grave like cell to wither there alone | D |
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VI | O |
And I a child of danger whose delights | T |
Were on dark hills and many sounding seas | U |
I that amidst the Cordillera heights | T |
Had given Castilian banners to the breeze | U |
And the full circle of the rainbow seen | V |
There on the snows and in my country been | W |
A mountain wanderer from the Pyrenees | U |
To the Morena crags how left I not | I |
Life or the soul's life quench'd on that sepulchral spot | I |
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VII | O |
Because Thou didst not leave me oh my God | I |
Thou wert with those that bore the truth of old | I |
Into the deserts from the oppressor's rod | I |
And made the caverns of the rock their fold | I |
And in the hidden chambers of the dead | I |
Our guiding lamp with fire immortal fed | I |
And met when stars met by their beams to hold | I |
The free heart's communing with Thee and Thou | G |
Wert in the midst felt own'd the strengthener then as now | G |
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VIII | O |
Yet once I sank Alas man's wavering mind | I |
Wherefore and whence the gusts that o'er it blow | H |
How they bear with them floating uncombin'd | I |
The shadows of the past that come and go | H |
As o'er the deep the old long buried things | X |
Which a storm's working to the surface brings | X |
Is the reed shaken and must we be so | H |
With every wind So Father must we be | O |
Till we can fix undimm'd our stedfast eyes on Thee | O |
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IX | H |
Once my soul died within me What had thrown | D |
That sickness o'er it Even a passing thought | I |
Of a clear spring whose side with flowers o'ergrown | D |
Fondly and oft my boyish steps had sought | I |
Perchance the damp roof's water drops that fell | Y |
Just then low tinkling through my vaulted cell | Y |
Intensely heard amidst the stillness caught | I |
Some tone from memory of the music welling | L |
Ever with that fresh rill from its deep rocky dwelling | L |
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X | H |
But so my spirit's fever'd longings wrought | I |
Wakening it might be to the faint sad sound | I |
That from the darkness of the walls they brought | I |
A lov'd scene round me visibly around | I |
Yes kindling spreading brightening hue by hue | Z |
Like stars from midnight through the gloom it grew | Z |
That haunt of youth hope manhood till the bound | I |
Of my shut cavern seem'd dissolv'd and I | O |
Girt by the solemn hills and burning pomp of sky | O |
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XI | H |
I look'd and lo the clear broad river flowing | L |
Past the old Moorish ruin on the steep | S |
The lone tower dark against a Heaven all glowing | L |
Like seas of glass and fire I saw the sweep | S |
Of glorious woods far down the mountain side | I |
And their still shadows in the gleaming tide | I |
And the red evening on its waves asleep | S |
And midst the scene oh more than all there smil'd | I |
My child's fair face and hers the mother of my child | I |
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XII | H |
With their soft eyes of love and gladness rais'd | I |
Up to the flushing sky as when we stood | I |
Last by that river and in silence gaz'd | I |
On the rich world of sunset but a flood | I |
Of sudden tenderness my soul oppress'd | I |
And I rush'd forward with a yearning breast | I |
To clasp alas a vision Wave and wood | I |
And gentle faces lifted in the light | I |
Of day's last hectic blush all melted from my sight | I |
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XIII | H |
Then darkness oh th' unutterable gloom | A2 |
That seem'd as narrowing round me making less | H |
And less my dungeon when with all its bloom | A2 |
That bright dream vanish'd from my loneliness | H |
It floated off the beautiful yet left | I |
Such deep thirst in my soul that thus bereft | I |
I lay down sick with passion's vain excess | H |
And pray'd to die How oft would sorrow weep | S |
Her weariness to death if he might come like sleep | S |
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XIV | O |
But I was rous'd and how It is no tale | B2 |
Even midst thy shades thou wilderness to tell | Y |
I would not have my boy's young cheek made pale | B2 |
Nor haunt his sunny rest with what befel | B2 |
In that drear prison house His eye must grow | H |
More dark with thought more earnest his fair brow | G |
More high his heart in youthful strength must swell | B2 |
So shall it fitly burn when all is told | I |
Let childhood's radiant mist the free child yet enfold | I |
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XV | O |
It is enough that through such heavy hours | H |
As wring us by our fellowship of clay | B2 |
I liv'd and undegraded We have powers | H |
To snatch th' oppressor's bitter joy away | B2 |
Shall the wild Indian for his savage fame | C2 |
Laugh and expire and shall not truth's high name | C2 |
Bear up her martyrs with all conquering sway | B2 |
It is enough that Torture may be vain | D |
I had seen Alvar die the strife was won from Pain | D |
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XVI | O |
And faint not heart of man though years wane slow | H |
There have been those that from the deepest caves | H |
And cells of night and fastnesses below | H |
The stormy dashing of the ocean waves | H |
Down farther down than gold lies hid have nurs'd | I |
A quenchless hope and watch'd their time and burst | I |
On the bright day like wakeners from the graves | H |
I was of such at last unchain'd I trod | I |
This green earth taking back my freedom from my God | I |
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XVII | O |
That was an hour to send its fadeless trace | H |
Down life's far sweeping tide A dim wild night | I |
Like sorrow hung upon the soft moon's face | H |
Yet how my heart leap'd in her blessed light | I |
The shepherd's light the sailor's on the sea | H |
The hunter's homeward from the mountains free | H |
Where its lone smile makes tremulously bright | I |
The thousand streams I could but gaze through tears | H |
Oh what a sight is Heaven thus first beheld for years | H |
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XVIII | O |
The rolling clouds they have the whole blue space | H |
Above to sail in all the dome of sky | O |
My soul shot with them in their breezy race | H |
O'er star and gloom but I had yet to fly | O |
As flies the hunted wolf A secret spot | I |
And strange I knew the sunbeam knew it not | I |
Wildest of all the savage glens that lie | O |
In far sierras hiding their deep springs | H |
And travers'd but by storms or sounding eagles' wings | H |
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XIX | H |
Ay and I met the storm there I had gain'd | I |
The covert's heart with swift and stealthy tread | I |
A moan went past me and the dark trees rain'd | I |
Their autumn | D |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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