To A Poet Breaking Silence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFFGHHAAIJ KKGGJJLLJJ JJDDLLHHJJJJLLMNLLLL FFJJJ JJOPQLAARRPSLLNNLL| Too wearily had we and song | A |
| Been left to look and left to long | A |
| Yea song and we to long and look | B |
| Since thine acquainted feet forsook | B |
| The mountain where the Muses hymn | C |
| For Sinai and the Seraphim | D |
| Now in both the mountains' shine | E |
| Dress thy countenance twice divine | E |
| From Moses and the Muses draw | F |
| The Tables of thy double Law | F |
| His rod born fount and Castaly | F |
| Let the one rock bring forth for thee | G |
| Renewing so from either spring | H |
| The songs which both thy countries sing | H |
| Or we shall fear lest heavened thus long | A |
| Thou should'st forget thy native song | A |
| And mar thy mortal melodies | I |
| With broken stammer of the skies | J |
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| Ah let the sweet birds of the Lord | K |
| With earth's waters make accord | K |
| Teach how the crucifix may be | G |
| Carven from the laurel tree | G |
| Fruit of the Hesperides | J |
| Burnish take on Eden trees | J |
| The Muses' sacred grove be wet | L |
| With the red dew of Olivet | L |
| And Sappho lay her burning brows | J |
| In white Cecilia's lap of snows | J |
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| Thy childhood must have felt the stings | J |
| Of too divine o'ershadowings | J |
| Its odorous heart have been a blossom | D |
| That in darkness did unbosom | D |
| Those fire flies of God to invite | L |
| Burning spirits which by night | L |
| Bear upon their laden wing | H |
| To such hearts impregnating | H |
| For flowers that night wings fertilize | J |
| Mock down the stars' unsteady eyes | J |
| And with a happy sleepless glance | J |
| Gaze the moon out of countenance | J |
| I think thy girlhood's watchers must | L |
| Have took thy folded songs on trust | L |
| And felt them as one feels the stir | M |
| Of still lightnings in the hair | N |
| When conscious hush expects the cloud | L |
| To speak the golden secret loud | L |
| Which tacit air is privy to | L |
| Flasked in the grape the wine they knew | L |
| Ere thy poet mouth was able | F |
| For its first young starry babble | F |
| Keep'st thou not yet that subtle grace | J |
| Yea in this silent interspace | J |
| God sets His poems in thy face | J |
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| The loom which mortal verse affords | J |
| Out of weak and mortal words | J |
| Wovest thou thy singing weed in | O |
| To a rune of thy far Eden | P |
| Vain are all disguises Ah | Q |
| Heavenly incognita | L |
| Thy mien bewrayeth through that wrong | A |
| The great Uranian House of Song | A |
| As the vintages of earth | R |
| Taste of the sun that riped their birth | R |
| We know what never cadent Sun | P |
| Thy lamped clusters throbbed upon | S |
| What plumed feet the winepress trod | L |
| Thy wine is flavorous of God | L |
| Whatever singing robe thou wear | N |
| Has the Paradisal air | N |
| And some gold feather it has kept | L |
| Shows what Floor it lately swept | L |
Francis Thompson
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