To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB C AA DDEE FGHI JJKK LMNM OOPP QQRR QQAA SSAA AAOO TTSS RURR OOAA VVSS RRQQ UUWW AAXX YYZZ KKRR A2A2QQ AAB2B2 QQWW OOC2C2 QQJJ QQQ D2D2QQ B2B2QQ E2E2SS SSZZ QQQQ QQAA F2G2AA QQQ RRRR SSQQ ZZQQ B2B2RR QQZZ SSAA AAZZ QQA D2D2AA H2H2D2D2

I will not perturbateA
Thy Paradisal stateA
With praiseB
Of thy dead daysB
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To the new heavened sayC
'Spirit thou wert fine clay '-
This doA
Thy praise who knewA
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Therefore my spirit clingsD
Heaven's porter by the wingsD
And holdsE
Its gated goldsE
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Apart with thee to pressF
A private businessG
WhenceH
Deign me audienceI
-
Anchorite who didst dwellJ
With all the world for cellJ
My soulK
Round me doth rollK
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A sequestration bareL
Too far alike we wereM
Too farN
DissimilarM
-
For its burning fruitage IO
Do climb the tree o' the skyO
Do prizeP
Some human eyesP
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YOU smelt the Heaven blossomsQ
And all the sweet embosomsQ
The dearR
Uranian yearR
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Those Eyes my weak gaze shunsQ
Which to the suns are SunsQ
DidA
Not affray your lidA
-
The carpet was let downS
With golden mouldings strownS
For youA
Of the angels' blueA
-
But I ex ParadisedA
The shoulder of your ChristA
Find highO
To lean therebyO
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So flaps my helpless sailT
Bellying with neither galeT
Of HeavenS
Nor Orcus evenS
-
Life is a coquetryR
Of Death which wearies meU
Too sureR
Of the amourR
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A tiring room where IO
Death's divers garments tryO
Till fitA
Some fashion sitA
-
It seemeth me too muchV
I do rehearse for suchV
A meanS
And single sceneS
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The sandy glass hence bearR
Antique remembrancerR
My veinsQ
Do spare its painsQ
-
With secret sympathyU
My thoughts repeat in meU
InfirmW
The turn o' the wormW
-
Beneath my appointed sodA
The grave is in my bloodA
I shakeX
To winds that takeX
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Its grasses by the topY
The rains thereon that dropY
PerturbZ
With drip acerbZ
-
My subtly answering soulK
The feet across its knollK
Do jarR
Me from afarR
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As sap foretastes the springA2
As Earth ere blossomingA2
ThrillsQ
With far daffodilsQ
-
And feels her breast turn sweetA
With the unconceived wheatA
So dothB2
My flesh foreloatheB2
-
The abhorred spring of DisQ
With seething presciencesQ
AffirmW
The preparate wormW
-
I have no thought that IO
When at the last I dieO
Shall reachC2
To gain your speechC2
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But you should that be soQ
May very well I knowQ
May wellJ
To me in hellJ
-
With recognising eyesQ
Look from your ParadiseQ
'God blessQ
Thy hopelessness '-
-
Call holy soul O callD2
The hosts angelicalD2
And sayQ
'See far awayQ
-
'Lies one I saw on earthB2
One stricken from his birthB2
With curseQ
Of destinate verseQ
-
'What place doth He ye serveE2
For such sad spirit reserveE2
GivenS
In dark lieu of HeavenS
-
'The impitiable DaemonS
Beauty to adore and dream onS
To beZ
PerpetuallyZ
-
'Hers but she never hisQ
He reapeth miseriesQ
ForeknowsQ
His wages woesQ
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'He lives detached daysQ
He serveth not for praiseQ
For goldA
He is not soldA
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'Deaf is he to world's tongueF2
He scorneth for his songG2
The loudA
Shouts of the crowdA
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'He asketh not world's eyesQ
Not to world's ears he criesQ
Saith 'TheseQ
Shut if ye please '-
-
'He measureth world's pleasureR
World's ease as Saints might measureR
For hireR
Just love entireR
-
'He asks not grudging painS
And knows his asking vainS
And criesQ
'Love Love ' and diesQ
-
'In guerdon of long dutyZ
Unowned by Love or BeautyZ
And goesQ
Tell tell who knowsQ
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'Aliens from Heaven's worthB2
Fine beasts who nose i' the earthB2
Do thereR
Reward prepareR
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'But are HIS great desiresQ
Food but for nether firesQ
Ah meZ
A mysteryZ
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'Can it be his aloneS
To find when all is knownS
That whatA
He solely soughtA
-
'Is lost and thereto lostA
All that its seeking costA
That heZ
Must finallyZ
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'Through sacrificial tearsQ
And anchoretic yearsQ
TrystA
With the sensualist '-
-
So ask and if they tellD2
The secret terribleD2
Good friendA
I pray thee sendA
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Some high gold embassageH2
To teach my unripe ageH2
TellD2
Lest my feet walk hellD2

Francis Thompson



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