A Book Of Dreams: Part I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC CCCC CCCC DEDE CCCC CCCC CCCC FGFG HCHC ICIC JCJC A KFKF LFLF BFBF MCMC NKNK FFFF AOAO CCCC FPFP GCGC A FIFI HQHQ CCCC AFAF ICIC RFRF SCSC TCTC UVUV OCOC CWCW A XYXY CCCC FZFZ CA2CA2 CICI CNCN CCCC B2OB2O C2BFB ZFZF IOIO TCD2C E2CE2C A CHCH FCFC PGPG CHCH CLCL E2FE2F F2CF2C G2CG2C H2LH2L IH2IH2 AI2AI2 C ICIC TZTZ H2SH2S H2H2H2H2 J2MJ2M IOIO| I | A |
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| I lay and dreamed The Master came | B |
| In seamless garment drest | C |
| I stood in bonds 'twixt love and shame | B |
| Not ready to be blest | C |
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| He stretched his arms and gently sought | C |
| To clasp me to his heart | C |
| I shrank for I unthinking thought | C |
| He knew me but in part | C |
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| I did not love him as I would | C |
| Embraces were not meet | C |
| I dared not ev'n stand where he stood | C |
| I fell and kissed his feet | C |
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| Years years have passed away since then | D |
| Oft hast thou come to me | E |
| The question scarce will rise again | D |
| Whether I care for thee | E |
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| In thee lies hid my unknown heart | C |
| In thee my perfect mind | C |
| In all my joys my Lord thou art | C |
| The deeper joy behind | C |
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| But when fresh light and visions bold | C |
| My heart and hope expand | C |
| Up comes the vanity of old | C |
| That now I understand | C |
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| Away away from thee I drift | C |
| Forgetting not forgot | C |
| Till sudden yawns a downward rift | C |
| I start and see thee not | C |
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| Ah then come sad unhopeful hours | F |
| All in the dark I stray | G |
| Until my spirit fainting cowers | F |
| On the threshold of the day | G |
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| Hence not even yet I child like dare | H |
| Nestle unto thy breast | C |
| Though well I know that only there | H |
| Lies hid the secret rest | C |
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| But now I shrink not from thy will | I |
| Nor guilty judge my guilt | C |
| Thy good shall meet and slay my ill | I |
| Do with me as thou wilt | C |
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| If I should dream that dream once more | J |
| Me in my dreaming meet | C |
| Embrace me Master I implore | J |
| And let me kiss thy feet | C |
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| II | A |
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| I stood before my childhood's home | K |
| Outside its belt of trees | F |
| All round my glances flit and roam | K |
| O'er well known hills and leas | F |
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| When sudden rushed across the plain | L |
| A host of hurrying waves | F |
| Loosed by some witchery of the brain | L |
| From far dream hidden caves | F |
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| And up the hill they clomb and came | B |
| A wild fast flowing sea | F |
| Careless I looked as on a game | B |
| No terror woke in me | F |
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| For just the belting trees within | M |
| I saw my father wait | C |
| And should the waves the summit win | M |
| There was the open gate | C |
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| With him beside all doubt was dumb | N |
| There let the waters foam | K |
| No mightiest flood would dare to come | N |
| And drown his holy home | K |
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| Two days passed by With restless toss | F |
| The red flood brake its doors | F |
| Prostrate I lay and looked across | F |
| To the eternal shores | F |
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| The world was fair and hope was high | A |
| My friends had all been true | O |
| Life burned in me and Death and I | A |
| Would have a hard ado | O |
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| Sudden came back the dream so good | C |
| My trouble to abate | C |
| At his own door my Father stood | C |
| I just without the gate | C |
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| Thou know'st what is and what appears | F |
| I said mine eyes to thine | P |
| Are windows thou hear'st with thine ears | F |
| But also hear'st with mine | P |
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| Thou knowest my weak soul's dismay | G |
| How trembles my life's node | C |
| Thou art the potter I am the clay | G |
| 'Tis thine to bear the load | C |
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| III | A |
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| A piece of gold had left my purse | F |
| Which I had guarded ill | I |
| I feared a lack but feared yet worse | F |
| Regret returning still | I |
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| I lifted up my feeble prayer | H |
| To him who maketh strong | Q |
| That thence no haunting thoughts of care | H |
| Might do my spirit wrong | Q |
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| And even before my body slept | C |
| Such visions fair I had | C |
| That seldom soul with chamber swept | C |
| Was more serenely glad | C |
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| No white robed angel floated by | A |
| On slow reposing wings | F |
| I only saw with inward eye | A |
| Some very common things | F |
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| First rose the scarlet pimpernel | I |
| With burning purple heart | C |
| I saw within it and could spell | I |
| The lesson of its art | C |
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| Then came the primrose child like flower | R |
| And looked me in the face | F |
| It bore a message full of power | R |
| And confidence and grace | F |
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| And breezes rose on pastures trim | S |
| And bathed me all about | C |
| Wool muffled sheep bells babbled dim | S |
| Or only half spoke out | C |
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| Sudden it closed some door of heaven | T |
| But what came out remained | C |
| The poorest man my loss had given | T |
| For that which I had gained | C |
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| Thou gav'st me Lord a brimming cup | U |
| Where I bemoaned a sip | V |
| How easily thou didst make up | U |
| For that my fault let slip | V |
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| What said the flowers what message new | O |
| Embalmed my soul with rest | C |
| I scarce can tell only they grew | O |
| Right out of God's own breast | C |
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| They said to every flower he made | C |
| God's thought was root and stem | W |
| Perhaps said what the lilies said | C |
| When Jesus looked at them | W |
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| IV | A |
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| Sometimes in daylight hours awake | X |
| Our souls with visions teem | Y |
| Which to the slumbering brain would take | X |
| The form of wondrous dream | Y |
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| Once with my thought sight I descried | C |
| A plain with hills around | C |
| A lordly company on each side | C |
| Leaves bare the middle ground | C |
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| Great terrace steps at one end rise | F |
| To something like a throne | Z |
| And thither all the radiant eyes | F |
| As to a centre shone | Z |
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| A snow white glory dim defined | C |
| Those seeking eyes beseech | A2 |
| Him who was not in fire or wind | C |
| But in the gentle speech | A2 |
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| They see his eyes far fixed wait | C |
| Adown the widening vale | I |
| They turning look their breath they bate | C |
| With dread filled wonder pale | I |
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| In raiment worn and blood bedewed | C |
| With faltering step and numb | N |
| Toward the shining multitude | C |
| A weary man did come | N |
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| His face was white and still composed | C |
| As of a man nigh dead | C |
| The eyes through eyelids half unclosed | C |
| A faint wan splendour shed | C |
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| Drops on his hair disordered hung | B2 |
| Like rubies dull of hue | O |
| His hands were pitifully wrung | B2 |
| And stricken through and through | O |
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| Silent they stood with tender awe | C2 |
| Between their ranks he came | B |
| Their tearful eyes looked down and saw | F |
| What made his feet so lame | B |
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| He reached the steps below the throne | Z |
| There sank upon his knees | F |
| Clasped his torn hands with stifled groan | Z |
| And spake in words like these | F |
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| Father I am come back Thy will | I |
| Is sometimes hard to do | O |
| From all that multitude so still | I |
| A sound of weeping grew | O |
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| Then mournful glad came down the One | T |
| He kneeled and clasped his child | C |
| Lay on his breast the outworn man | D2 |
| And wept until he smiled | C |
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| The people who in bitter woe | E2 |
| And love had sobbed and cried | C |
| Raised aweful eyes at length and Lo | E2 |
| The two sat side by side | C |
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| V | A |
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| Dreaming I slept Three crosses stood | C |
| High in the gloomy air | H |
| One bore a thief and one the Good | C |
| The other waited bare | H |
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| A soldier came up to the place | F |
| And took me for the third | C |
| My eyes they sought the Master's face | F |
| My will the Master's word | C |
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| He bent his head I took the sign | P |
| And gave the error way | G |
| Gesture nor look nor word of mine | P |
| The secret should betray | G |
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| The soldier from the cross's foot | C |
| Turned I stood waiting there | H |
| That grim expectant tree for fruit | C |
| My dying form must bear | H |
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| Up rose the steaming mists of doubt | C |
| And chilled both heart and brain | L |
| They shut the world of vision out | C |
| And fear saw only pain | L |
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| Ah me my hands the hammer's blow | E2 |
| The nails that rend and pierce | F |
| The shock may stun but slow and slow | E2 |
| The torture will grow fierce | F |
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| Alas the awful fight with death | F2 |
| The hours to hang and die | C |
| The thirsting gasp for common breath | F2 |
| The weakness that would cry | C |
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| My soul returned A faintness soon | G2 |
| Will shroud thee in its fold | C |
| The hours will bring the fearful noon | G2 |
| 'Twill pass and thou art cold | C |
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| 'Tis his to care that thou endure | H2 |
| To curb or loose the pain | L |
| With bleeding hands hang on thy cure | H2 |
| It shall not be in vain | L |
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| But ah the will which thus could quail | I |
| Might yield oh horror drear | H2 |
| Then more than love the fear to fail | I |
| Kept down the other fear | H2 |
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| I stood nor moved But inward strife | A |
| The bonds of slumber broke | I2 |
| Oh had I fled and lost the life | A |
| Of which the Master spoke | I2 |
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| VI | C |
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| Methinks I hear as o'er this life's dim dial | I |
| The last shades darken friends say He was good | C |
| I struggling fail to speak my faint denial | I |
| They whisper His humility withstood | C |
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| I knowing better part with love unspoken | T |
| And find the unknown world not all unknown | Z |
| The bonds that held me from my centre broken | T |
| I seek my home the Saviour's homely throne | Z |
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| How he will greet me walking on I wonder | H2 |
| I think I know what I will say to him | S |
| I fear no sapphire floor of cloudless thunder | H2 |
| I fear no passing vision great and dim | S |
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| But he knows all my weary sinful story | H2 |
| How will he judge me pure and strong and fair | H2 |
| I come to him in all his conquered glory | H2 |
| Won from the life that I went dreaming there | H2 |
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| I come I fall before him faintly saying | J2 |
| Ah Lord shall I thy loving pardon win | M |
| Earth tempted me my walk was but a straying | J2 |
| I have no honour but may I come in | M |
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| I hear him say Strong prayer did keep me stable | I |
| To me the earth was very lovely too | O |
| Thou shouldst have prayed I would have made thee able | I |
| To love it greatly but thou hast got through | O |
George Macdonald
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