A Book Of Dreams Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A 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 A A GH2GH2CE2CE2 YK2YD2CH2CH2 AIAIGNGN AE2AE2 FFFF COCOFGFG FK2FTCOCO CH2CH2FE2FE2 CL2CL2 M2FM2F CN2CN2O2FO2F AP2AP2Q2CQ2C E2O2E2O2ZAZA R2CR2C AAAA A H2OOOFCFC IOIOOL2OL2 OIOICCCC CTCT TITI J2OJ2OFM2FM2 TFTFOCOC TCTCOFOF A OFOF FP2FP2 MOMO GE2GE2 S2CS2C AIAI FP2FP2 OCOC CCCC LGLG N2CN2C G2FG2F FMFM COCO A AO2AO2 GP2GP2 CCCC P2CP2C T2ZT2Q2 OCOC OCOC A FO2FO2 CP2CP2 CK2CQ2 CLCL FU2FU2 FOFO V2IV2I GFGF W2GW2G A XP2XP2CFCF P2E2P2E2AFAF AP2AP2FX2FX2 FCFCCCCC CPCPXFXF COCOQFQF CFCFOO2OO2| PART I | A |
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| 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 |
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| PART II | A |
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| I | A |
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| A gloomy and a windy day | G |
| No sunny spot is bare | H2 |
| Dull vapours in uncomely play | G |
| Go weltering through the air | H2 |
| If through the windows of my mind | C |
| I let them come and go | E2 |
| My thoughts will also in the wind | C |
| Sweep restless to and fro | E2 |
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| I drop my curtains for a dream | Y |
| What comes A mighty swan | K2 |
| With plumage like a sunny gleam | Y |
| And folded airy van | D2 |
| She comes from sea plains dreaming sent | C |
| By sea maids to my shore | H2 |
| With stately head proud humbly bent | C |
| And slackening swarthy oar | H2 |
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| Lone in a vaulted rock I lie | A |
| A water hollowed cell | I |
| Where echoes of old storms go by | A |
| Like murmurs in a shell | I |
| The waters half the gloomy way | G |
| Beneath its arches come | N |
| Throbbing to outside billowy play | G |
| The green gulfs waver dumb | N |
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| Undawning twilights through the cave | A |
| In moony glimmers go | E2 |
| Half from the swan above the wave | A |
| Half from the swan below | E2 |
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| As to my feet she gently drifts | F |
| Through dim wet shiny things | F |
| And with neck low curved backward lifts | F |
| The shoulders of her wings | F |
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| Old earth is rich with many a nest | C |
| Of softness ever new | O |
| Deep delicate and full of rest | C |
| But loveliest there are two | O |
| I may not tell them save to minds | F |
| That are as white as they | G |
| But none will hear of other kinds | F |
| They all are turned away | G |
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| On foamy mounds between the wings | F |
| Of a white sailing swan | K2 |
| A flaky bed of shelterings | F |
| There you will find the one | T |
| The other well it will not out | C |
| Nor need I tell it you | O |
| I've told you one and can you doubt | C |
| When there are only two | O |
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| Fill full my dream O splendid bird | C |
| Me o'er the waters bear | H2 |
| Never was tranquil ocean stirred | C |
| By ship so shapely fair | H2 |
| Nor ever whiteness found a dress | F |
| In which on earth to go | E2 |
| So true profound and rich unless | F |
| It was the falling snow | E2 |
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| Her wings with flutter half aloft | C |
| Impatient fan her crown | L2 |
| I cannot choose but nestle soft | C |
| Into the depth of down | L2 |
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| With oary pulsing webs unseen | M2 |
| Out the white frigate sweeps | F |
| In middle space we hang between | M2 |
| The air and ocean deeps | F |
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| Up the wave's mounting flowing side | C |
| With stroke on stroke we rack | N2 |
| As down the sinking slope we slide | C |
| She cleaves a talking track | N2 |
| Like heather bells on lonely steep | O2 |
| Like soft rain on the glass | F |
| Like children murmuring in their sleep | O2 |
| Like winds in reedy grass | F |
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| Her white breast heaving like a wave | A |
| She beats the solemn time | P2 |
| With slow strong sweep intent and grave | A |
| Hearkens the ripples rime | P2 |
| All round from flat gloom upward drawn | Q2 |
| I catch the gleam vague wide | C |
| With which the waves from dark to dawn | Q2 |
| Heave up the polished side | C |
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| The night is blue the stars aglow | E2 |
| Crowd the still vaulted steep | O2 |
| Sad o'er the hopeless restless flow | E2 |
| Of the self murmurous deep | O2 |
| A thicker night with gathered moan | Z |
| A dull dethroned sky | A |
| The shadows of its stars alone | Z |
| Left in to know it by | A |
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| What faints across yon lifted loop | R2 |
| Where the west gleams its last | C |
| With sea veiled limbs a sleeping group | R2 |
| Of Nereids dreaming past | C |
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| Row on fair swan who knows but I | A |
| Ere night hath sought her cave | A |
| May see in splendour pale float by | A |
| The Venus of the wave | A |
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| II | A |
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| A rainbow wave o'erflowed her | H2 |
| A glory that deepened and grew | O |
| A song of colour and odour | O |
| That thrilled her through and through | O |
| 'Twas a dream of too much gladness | F |
| Ever to see the light | C |
| They are only dreams of sadness | F |
| That weary out the night | C |
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| Slow darkness began to rifle | I |
| The nest of the sunset fair | O |
| Dank vapour began to stifle | I |
| The scents that enriched the air | O |
| The flowers paled fast and faster | O |
| They crumbled leaf and crown | L2 |
| Till they looked like the stained plaster | O |
| Of a cornice fallen down | L2 |
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| And the change crept nigh and nigher | O |
| Inward and closer stole | I |
| Till the flameless blasting fire | O |
| Entered and withered her soul | I |
| But the fiends had only flouted | C |
| Her vision of the night | C |
| Up came the morn and routed | C |
| The darksome things with light | C |
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| Wide awake I have often been in it | C |
| The dream that all is none | T |
| It will come in the gladdest minute | C |
| And wither the very sun | T |
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| Two moments of sad commotion | T |
| One more of doubt's palsied rule | I |
| And the great wave pulsing ocean | T |
| Is only a gathered pool | I |
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| A flower is a spot of painting | J2 |
| A lifeless loveless hue | O |
| Though your heart be sick to fainting | J2 |
| It says not a word to you | O |
| A bird knows nothing of gladness | F |
| Is only a song machine | M2 |
| A man is a reasoning madness | F |
| A woman a pictured queen | M2 |
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| Then fiercely we dig the fountain | T |
| Oh whence do the waters rise | F |
| Then panting we climb the mountain | T |
| Oh are there indeed blue skies | F |
| We dig till the soul is weary | O |
| Nor find the water nest out | C |
| We climb to the stone crest dreary | O |
| And still the sky is a doubt | C |
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| Let alone the roots of the fountain | T |
| Drink of the water bright | C |
| Leave the sky at rest on the mountain | T |
| Walk in its torrent of light | C |
| Although thou seest no beauty | O |
| Though widowed thy heart yet cries | F |
| With thy hands go and do thy duty | O |
| And thy work will clear thine eyes | F |
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| III | A |
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| A great church in an empty square | O |
| A haunt of echoing tones | F |
| Feet pass not oft enough to wear | O |
| The grass between the stones | F |
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| The jarring hinges of its gates | F |
| A stifled thunder boom | P2 |
| The boding heart slow listening waits | F |
| As for a coming doom | P2 |
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| The door stands wide With hideous grin | M |
| Like dumb laugh evil frore | O |
| A gulf of death all dark within | M |
| Hath swallowed half the floor | O |
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| Its uncouth sides of earth and clay | G |
| O'erhang the void below | E2 |
| Ah some one force my feet away | G |
| Or down I needs must go | E2 |
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| See see the horrid crumbling slope | S2 |
| It breathes up damp and fust | C |
| What man would for his lost loves grope | S2 |
| Amid the charnel dust | C |
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| Down down The coffined mould glooms high | A |
| Methinks with anguish dull | I |
| I enter by the empty eye | A |
| Into a monstrous skull | I |
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| Stumbling on what I dare not guess | F |
| Blind wading through the gloom | P2 |
| Still down still on I sink I press | F |
| To meet some awful doom | P2 |
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| My searching hands have caught a door | O |
| With iron clenched and barred | C |
| Here the gaunt spider's castle core | O |
| Grim Death keeps watch and ward | C |
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| Its two leaves shake its bars are bowed | C |
| As if a ghastly wind | C |
| That never bore a leaf or cloud | C |
| Were pressing hard behind | C |
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| They shake they groan they outward strain | L |
| What thing of dire dismay | G |
| Will freeze its form upon my brain | L |
| And fright my soul away | G |
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| They groan they shake they bend they crack | N2 |
| The bars the doors divide | C |
| A flood of glory at their back | N2 |
| Hath burst the portals wide | C |
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| In flows a summer afternoon | G2 |
| I know the very breeze | F |
| It used to blow the silvery moon | G2 |
| About the summer trees | F |
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| The gulf is filled with flashing tides | F |
| Blue sky through boughs looks in | M |
| Mosses and ferns o'er floor and sides | F |
| A mazy arras spin | M |
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| The empty church the yawning cleft | C |
| The earthy dead despair | O |
| Are gone and I alive am left | C |
| In sunshine and in air | O |
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| IV | A |
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| Some dreams in slumber's twilight sly | A |
| Through the ivory wicket creep | O2 |
| Then suddenly the inward eye | A |
| Sees them outside the sleep | O2 |
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| Once wandering in the border gray | G |
| I spied one past me swim | P2 |
| I caught it on its truant way | G |
| To nowhere in the dim | P2 |
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| All o'er a steep of grassy ground | C |
| Lay ruined statues old | C |
| Such forms as never more are found | C |
| Save deep in ancient mould | C |
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| A host of marble Anakim | P2 |
| Shattered in deadly fight | C |
| Oh what a wealth one broken limb | P2 |
| Had been to waking sight | C |
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| But sudden the weak mind to mock | T2 |
| That could not keep its own | Z |
| Without a shiver or a shock | T2 |
| Behold the dream was gone | Q2 |
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| For each dim form of marble rare | O |
| Stood broken rush or reed | C |
| So bends on autumn field long bare | O |
| Some tall rain battered weed | C |
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| The shapeless night hung empty drear | O |
| O'er my scarce slumbering head | C |
| There is no good in staying here | O |
| My spirit moaned and fled | C |
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| V | A |
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| The simplest joys that daily pass | F |
| Grow ecstasies in sleep | O2 |
| A wind on heights of waving grass | F |
| In a dream has made me weep | O2 |
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| No wonder then my heart one night | C |
| Was joy full to the brim | P2 |
| I was with one whose love and might | C |
| Had drawn me close to him | P2 |
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| But from a church into the street | C |
| Came pouring crowding on | K2 |
| A troubled throng with hurrying feet | C |
| And Lo my friend was gone | Q2 |
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| Alone upon a miry road | C |
| I walked a wretched plain | L |
| Onward without a goal I strode | C |
| Through mist and drizzling rain | L |
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| Low mounds of ruin ugly pits | F |
| And brick fields scarred the globe | U2 |
| Those wastes where desolation sits | F |
| Without her ancient robe | U2 |
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| The dreariness the nothingness | F |
| Grew worse almost than fear | O |
| If ever hope was needful bliss | F |
| Hope sure was needful here | O |
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| Did potent wish work joyous change | V2 |
| Like wizard's glamour spell | I |
| Wishes not always fruitless range | V2 |
| And sometimes it is well | I |
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| I know not Sudden sank the way | G |
| Burst in the ocean waves | F |
| Behold a bright blue billowed bay | G |
| Red rocks and sounding caves | F |
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| Dreaming I wept Awake I ask | W2 |
| Shall earthly dreams forsooth | G |
| Set the old Heavens too hard a task | W2 |
| To match them with the truth | G |
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| - | |
| VI | A |
| - | |
| Once more I build a dream awake | X |
| Which sleeping I would dream | P2 |
| Once more an unborn fancy take | X |
| And try to make it seem | P2 |
| Some strange delight shall fill my breast | C |
| Enticed from sleep's abyss | F |
| With sense of motion yet of rest | C |
| Of sleep yet waking bliss | F |
| - | |
| It comes I lie on something warm | P2 |
| That lifts me from below | E2 |
| It rounds me like a mighty arm | P2 |
| Though soft as drifted snow | E2 |
| A dream indeed Oh happy me | A |
| Whom Titan woman bears | F |
| Afloat upon a gentle sea | A |
| Of wandering midnight airs | F |
| - | |
| A breeze just cool enough to lave | A |
| With sense each conscious limb | P2 |
| Glides round and under like a wave | A |
| Of twilight growing dim | P2 |
| She bears me over sleeping towns | F |
| O'er murmuring ears of corn | X2 |
| O'er tops of trees o'er billowy downs | F |
| O'er moorland wastes forlorn | X2 |
| - | |
| The harebells in the mountain pass | F |
| Flutter their blue about | C |
| The myriad blades of meadow grass | F |
| Float scarce heard music out | C |
| Over the lake ah nearer float | C |
| Nearer the water's breast | C |
| Let me look deeper let me doat | C |
| Upon that lily nest | C |
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| Old homes we brush in wood on road | C |
| Their windows do not shine | P |
| Their dwellers must be all abroad | C |
| In lovely dreams like mine | P |
| Hark drifting syllables that break | X |
| Like foam bells on fleet ships | F |
| The little airs are all awake | X |
| With softly kissing lips | F |
| - | |
| Light laughter ripples down the wind | C |
| Sweet sighs float everywhere | O |
| But when I look I nothing find | C |
| For every star is there | O |
| O lady lovely lady strong | Q |
| Ungiven thy best gift lies | F |
| Thou bear'st me in thine arms along | Q |
| Dost not reveal thine eyes | F |
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| Pale doubt lifts up a snaky crest | C |
| In darts a pang of loss | F |
| My outstretched hand for hills of rest | C |
| Finds only mounds of moss | F |
| Faint and far off the stars appear | O |
| The wind begins to weep | O2 |
| 'Tis night indeed chilly and drear | O |
| And all but me asleep | O2 |
George Macdonald
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