Orient Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Lo in the sanctuaried EastA
Day a dedicated priestA
In all his robes pontifical exprestA
Lifteth slowly lifteth sweetlyB
From out its Orient tabernacle drawnC
Yon orb ed sacrament confestA
Which sprinkles benediction through the dawnC
And when the grave procession's ceasedA
The earth with due illustrious riteA
Blessed ere the frail fingers featlyB
Of twilight violet cassocked acolyteA
His sacerdotal stoles unvestA
Sets for high close of the mysterious feastA
The sun in august exposition meetlyB
Within the flaming monstrance of the WestA
O salutaris hostiaD
Quae coeli pandis ostiumE
Through breach ed darkness' rampart aF
Divine assaulter art thou comeE
God whom none may live and markG
Borne within thy radiant arkG
While the Earth a joyous DavidA
Dances before thee from the dawn to darkG
The moon O leave pale ruined EveH
Behold her fair and greater daughterI
Offers to thee her fruitful waterI
Which at thy first white Ave shall conceiveH
Thy gazes do on simple herI
Desirable allures conferI
What happy comelinesses riseJ
Beneath thy beautifying eyesJ
Who was indeed at first a maidA
Such as with sighs misgives she is not fairK
And secret views herself afraidA
Till flatteries sweet provoke the charms they swearK
Yea thy gazes blissful loverI
Make the beauties they discoverI
What dainty guiles and treacheries caughtA
From artful prompting of love's artless thoughtA
Her lowly loveliness teach her to adornL
When thy plumes shiver against the conscious gates of mornL
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And so the love which is thy dowerM
Earth though her first frightened breastA
Against the exigent boon protestA
For she poor maid of her own powerI
Has nothing in herself not even loveN
But an unwitting void thereofN
Gives back to thee in sanctities of flowerI
And holy odours do her bosom investA
That sweeter grows for being prestA
Though dear recoil the tremorous nurse of joyO
From thine embrace still startles coyO
Till Phosphor lead at thy returning hourI
The laughing captive from the wishing WestA
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Nor the majestic heavens lessP
Thy formidable sweets approveQ
Thy dreads and thy delights confessP
That do draw and that removeQ
Thou as a lion roar'st O SunR
Upon thy satellites' vex ed heelsS
Before thy terrible hunt thy planets runR
Each in his frighted orbit wheelsS
Each flies through inassuageable chaseT
Since the hunt o' the world begunR
The puissant approaches of thy faceT
And yet thy radiant leash he feelsS
Since the hunt o' the world begunR
Lashed with terror leashed with longingU
The mighty course is ever runR
Pricked with terror leashed with longingU
Thy rein they love and thy rebuke they shunR
Since the hunt o' the world beganV
With love that trembleth fear that lovethW
Thou join'st the woman to the manV
And Life with DeathW
In obscure nuptials movethW
Commingling alien yet affin ed breathW
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Thou art the incarnated LightA
Whose Sire is aboriginal and beyondA
Death and resurgence of our day and nightA
From him is thy vicegerent wandA
With double potence of the black and whiteA
Giver of Love and Beauty and DesireI
The terror and the loveliness and purgingU
The deathfulness and lifefulness of fireI
Samson's riddling meanings mergingU
In thy twofold sceptre meetA
Out of thy minatory mightA
Burning Lion burning LionR
Comes the honey of all sweetA
And out of thee the eater comes forth meatA
And though by thine alternate breathW
Every kiss thou dost inspireX
EchoethW
Back from the windy vaultages of deathW
Yet thy clear warranty aboveN
Augurs the wings of death too mustA
Occult reverberations stir of loveN
Crescent and life incredibleB
That even the kisses of the justA
Go down not unresurgent to the dustA
Yea not a kiss which I have givenR
But shall tri umph upon my lips in heavenR
Or cling a shameful fungus there in hellB
Know'st thou me not O Sun Yea wellB
Thou know'st the ancient miracleB
The children know'st of Zeus and MayE
And still thou teachest them O splendent BrotherI
To incarnate the antique wayE
The truth which is their heritage from their SireI
In sweet disguise of flesh from their sweet MotherI
My fingers thou hast taught to conY
Thy flame chorded psalterionY
Till I can translate into mortal wireI
Till I can translate passing wellB
The heavenly harping harmonyY
Melodious sealed inaudibleB
Which makes the dulcet psalter of the world's desireI
Thou whisperest in the Moon's white earZ
And she does whisper into mineY
By night together I and sheY
With her virgin voice divineY
The things I cannot half so sweetly tellB
As she can sweetly speak I sweetly hearZ
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By her the Woman does Earth live O LordA
Yet she for Earth and both in theeY
Light out of LightA
Resplendent and prevailing WordA
Of the UnheardA
Not unto thee great Image not to theeY
Did the wise heathen bend an idle kneeY
And in an age of faith grown froreZ
If I too shall adoreZ
Be it accounted unto meY
A bright sciential idolatryY
God has given thee visible thundersA2
To utter thine apocalypse of wondersA2
And what want I of prophecyY
That at the sounding from thy stationY
Of thy flagrant trumpet seeY
The seals that melt the open revelationY
Or who a God persuading angel needsB2
That only heedsB2
The rhetoric of thy burning deedsB2
Which but to sing if it may beY
In worship warranting moietyA
So I would winY
In such a song as hath withinY
A smouldering core of mysteryY
Brimm ed with nimbler meanings upC2
Than hasty Gideons in their hands may supC2
Lo my suit pleadsB2
That thou Isaian coal of fireZ
Touch from yon altar my poor mouth's desireZ
And the relucent song take for thy sacred meedsB2
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To thine own shapeD2
Thou round'st the chrysolite of the grapeD2
Bind'st thy gold lightnings in his veinsB2
Thou storest the white garners of the rainsB2
Destroyer and preserver thouW
Who medicinest sickness and to healthW
Art the unthank ed marrow of its wealthW
To those apparent sovereignties we bowW
And bright appurtenances of thy browW
Thy proper blood dost thou not giveE2
That Earth the gusty Maenad drink and danceB2
Art thou not life of them that liveF2
Yea in glad twinkling advent thou dost dwellB
Within our body as a tabernacleB
Thou bittest with thine ordinanceB2
The jaws of Time and thou dost meteA
The unsustainable treading of his feetA
Thou to thy spousal universeB2
Art Husband she thy Wife and ChurchD
Who in most dusk and vidual curchD
Her Lord being henceB2
Keeps her cold sorrows by thy hearseB2
The heavens renew their innocenceB2
And morning stateA
But by thy sacrament communicateA
Their weeping night the symbol of our prayersB2
Our darkened searchD
And sinful vigil desolateA
Yea biune in imploring dumbE
Essential Heavens and corporal Earth awaitA
The Spirit and the Bride say ComeE
Lo of thy Magians I the leastA
Haste with my gold my incenses and myrrhsB2
To thy desired epiphany from the spicedA
Regions and odorous of Song's traded EastA
Thou for the life of all that liveF2
The victim daily born and sacrificedA
To whom the pinion of this longing verseB2
Beats but with fire which first thyself did giveE2
To thee O Sun or is't perchance to ChristA
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Ay if men say that on all high heaven's faceB2
The saintly signs I traceB2
Which round my stol ed altars hold their solemn placeB2
Amen amen For oh how could it beY
When I with wing ed feet had runY
Through all the windy earth aboutA
Quested its secret of the sunY
And heard what thing the stars together shoutA
I should not heed thereoutA
Consenting counsel wonY
'By this O Singer know we if thou seeY
When men shall say to thee Lo Christ is hereZ
When men shall say to thee Lo Christ is thereZ
Believe them yea and this then art thou seerZ
When all thy crying clearZ
Is but Lo here lo there ah me lo everywhere '-

Francis Thompson



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