The Spirit Of Poetry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEF GHIH FJFJ KLKL MNMO PQPR STST UVUV WLWL| All things are Hers Concealed or manifest | A |
| Found or unfound Her Spirit lives in each | B |
| Dumb till the Master Soul its secret guessed | A |
| And gave its silence speech | B |
| All things are Hers She is the Crystal Queen | C |
| Of all men s vision and the moving breath | D |
| Which through the greyness of the sordid scene | C |
| Gloweth and quickeneth | D |
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| She is the flower maid of the dreaming noon | E |
| The goddess of the temple of the night | F |
| Where the berg turrets gleam beneath the moon | E |
| She builds Her throne of white | F |
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| She knows the Battle Hymn of mighty wars | G |
| When wind and ocean thunder on the strand | H |
| She knows the song the lonely river bars | I |
| Sing to the listening land | H |
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| Armoured and helmeted and spurred for fight | F |
| She fires men s hearts to right the bitter wrong | J |
| Yet sits She weaving of a summer night | F |
| Flowers of a bridal song | J |
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| She gives the temper that has made men great | K |
| And fashioned heroes out of common clay | L |
| And welded firm into a mighty State | K |
| The tribes of yesterday | L |
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| Youth s radiant vision and the dreamy dawn | M |
| Of the soft lovelight in a maiden s eyes | N |
| And holiest joys of motherhood are drawn | M |
| By Her from Paradise | O |
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| She knows the Wheel Song of the Stars that run | P |
| Their glittering courses through the blue abyss | Q |
| Ere the round earth fell flaming from the sun | P |
| Her spirit was and is | R |
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| She is the Phoeix ever making true | S |
| The dim tradition of the misty morn | T |
| The crucible of science gives anew | S |
| Her fairy form re born | T |
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| All things are Hers but not with equal word | U |
| Dowers She the pilgrims of the sacred shrine | V |
| Only the Great Interpreters have heard | U |
| Her melodies divine | V |
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| All things are Hers and so to Her I bring | W |
| Songs of the dreams that haunt me on my way | L |
| I who scarce hear the rustle of Her wing | W |
| Borne on the wind away | L |
George Essex Evans
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