A Dream Within A Dream Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Young as the day's first born Titanic brood | B |
Lifting their foreheads jubilant to heaven | C |
Rose the great mountains on my opening dream | A |
And yet the aged peace of countless years | D |
Reposed on every crag and precipice | E |
Outfacing ruggedly the storms that swept | F |
Far overhead the sheltered furrow vales | G |
Which smiled abroad in green as the clouds broke | H |
Drifting adown the tide of the wind waves | I |
Till shattered on the mountain rocks Oh still | J |
And cold and hard to look upon like men | K |
Who do stern deeds in times of turbulence | L |
Quell the hail rattle with their granite brows | M |
And let the thunder burst and pass away | N |
They too did gather round sky dwelling peaks | O |
The trailing garments of the travelling sun | C |
Which he had lifted from his ocean bed | P |
And swept along his road They rent them down | Q |
In scattering showers upon the trees and grass | R |
In noontide rains with heavy ringing drops | S |
Or in still twilight moisture tenderly | T |
And from their sides were born the gladsome streams | U |
Some creeping gently out in tiny springs | V |
As they were just created scarce a foot | W |
From the hill's surface in the matted roots | X |
Of plants whose green betrays the secret birth | Y |
Some hurrying forth from caverns deep and dark | Z |
Upfilling to the brim a basin huge | A2 |
Thick covered with soft moss greening the wave | B2 |
As evermore it welled over the edge | C2 |
Upon the rocks below in boiling heaps | D2 |
Fit basin for a demi god at morn | E2 |
Waking amid the crags to lave his limbs | F2 |
Then stride Hyperion o'er sun paven peaks | O |
And down the hill side sped the fresh born wave | B2 |
Now hid from sight in arched caverns cold | G2 |
Now arrowing slantwise down the terraced steep | H2 |
Now springing like a child from step to step | I2 |
Of the rough water stair until it found | J2 |
A deep hewn passage for its slower course | K2 |
Guiding it down to lowliness and rest | L2 |
Betwixt wet walls of darkness darker yet | M2 |
With pine trees lining all their sides like hair | N2 |
Or as their own straight needles clothe their boughs | M |
Until at length in broader light it ran | O2 |
With more articulate sounds amid the stones | P2 |
In the slight shadow of the maiden birch | Q2 |
And the stream loving willow and ere long | R2 |
Great blossoming trees dropt flowers upon its breast | L2 |
Chiefly the crimson spotted cream white flowers | S2 |
Heaped up in cones amid cone drooping leaves | T2 |
Green hanging leaf cones towering white flower cones | P2 |
Upon the great cone fashioned chestnut tree | T |
Each made a tiny ripple where it fell | U2 |
The trembling pleasure of the smiling wave | B2 |
Which bore it then in slow funereal course | K2 |
Down to the outspread sunny sheen where lies | V2 |
The lake uplooking to the far off snow | W2 |
Its mother still though now so far away | N |
Feeding it still with long descending lines | X2 |
Of shining speeding streams that gather peace | Y2 |
In journeying to the rest of that still lake | Z2 |
Now lying sleepy in the warm red sun | C |
Which says its dear goodnight and goeth down | Q |
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All pale and withered and disconsolate | L2 |
The moon is looking on impatiently | T |
For 'twixt the shining tent roof of the day | L2 |
And the sun deluged lake for mirror floor | A3 |
Her thin pale lamping is too sadly grey | L2 |
To shoot in silver barbed white plumed arrows | B3 |
Cold maiden splendours on the flashing fish | C3 |
Wait for thy empire Night day weary moon | D3 |
And thou shalt lord it in one realm at least | L2 |
Where two souls walk a single Paradise | E3 |
Take to thee courage for the sun is gone | F3 |
His praisers the glad birds have hid their heads | G3 |
Long ghost like forms of trees lie on the grass | R |
All things are clothed in an obscuring light | L2 |
Fusing their outline in a dreamy mass | R |
Some faint dim shadows from thy beauty fall | H3 |
On the clear lake which melts them half away | L2 |
Shine faster stronger O reviving moon | D3 |
Burn up O lamp of Earth hung high in Heaven | C |
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And through a warm thin summer mist she shines | X2 |
A silver setting to the diamond stars | I3 |
And the dark boat cleaveth a glittering way | L2 |
Where the one steady beauty of the moon | D3 |
Makes many changing beauties on the wave | B2 |
Broken by jewel dropping oars which drive | J3 |
The boat as human impulses the soul | K3 |
While like the sovereign will the helm's firm law | L3 |
Directs the whither of the onward force | K2 |
At length midway he leaves the swaying oars | M3 |
Half floating in the blue gulf underneath | N3 |
And on a load of gathered flowers reclines | X2 |
Leaving the boat to any air that blows | B3 |
His soul to any pulse from the unseen heart | L2 |
Straight from the helm a white hand gleaming flits | B3 |
And settles on his face and nestles there | N2 |
Pale night belated butterfly to sleep | H2 |
For on her knees his head lies satisfied | L2 |
And upward downward dark eyes look and rest | L2 |
Finding their home in likeness Lifting then | K |
Her hair upon her white arm heavily | T |
The overflowing of her beauteousness | B3 |
Her hand that cannot trespass singles out | L2 |
Some of the curls that stray across her lap | O3 |
And mingling dark locks in the pallid light | L2 |
She asks him which is darker of the twain | P3 |
Which his which hers and laugheth like a lute | L2 |
But now her hair an unvexed cataract | L2 |
Falls dark and heavy round his upturned face | B3 |
And with a heaven shuts out the shallow sky | Q3 |
A heaven profound the home of two black stars | B3 |
Till tired with gazing face to face they lie | Q3 |
Suspended with closed eyelids in the night | L2 |
Their bodies bathed in conscious sleepiness | B3 |
While o'er their souls creeps every rippling breath | R3 |
Of the night gambols of the moth winged wind | L2 |
Flitting a handbreadth folding up its wings | B3 |
Its dreamy wings then spreading them anew | S3 |
And with an unfelt gliding like the years | B3 |
Wafting them to a water lily bed | L2 |
Whose shield like leaves and chalice bearing arms | B3 |
Hold back the boat from the slow sloping shore | A3 |
Far as a child might shoot with his toy bow | T3 |
There the long drooping grass drooped to the wave | B2 |
And ever as the moth wind lit thereon | F3 |
A small leafed tree whose roots were always cool | U3 |
Dipped one low bow with many sister leaves | B3 |
Upon the water's face with a low plash | C3 |
Lifting and dipping yet and yet again | K |
And aye the water drops rained from the leaves | B3 |
With music laughter as they found their home | V3 |
And from the woods came blossom fragrance faint | L2 |
Or full like rising falling harmonies | B3 |
Luxuriance of life which overflows | B3 |
In scents ethereal on the ocean air | N2 |
Each breathing on the rest the blessedness | B3 |
Of its peculiar being filled with good | L2 |
Till its cup runneth over with delight | L2 |
They drank the mingled odours as they lay | L2 |
The air in which the sensuous being breathes | B3 |
Till summer sleep fell on their hearts and eyes | B3 |
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The night was mild and innocent of ill | J |
'Twas but a sleeping day that breathed low | W2 |
And babbled in its sleep The moon at length | W3 |
Grew sleepy too Her level glances crept | L2 |
Through sleeping branches to their curtained eyes | B3 |
As down the steep bank of the west she slid | L2 |
Slowly and slowly | T |
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But alas alas | B3 |
The awful time 'twixt moondown and sunrise | B3 |
It is a ghostly time A low thick fog | X3 |
Steamed up and swathed the trees and overwhelmed | L2 |
The floating couch with pall on pall of grey | L2 |
The sky was desolate dull and meaningless | B3 |
The blazing hues of the last sunset eve | Y3 |
And the pale magic moonshine that had made | L2 |
The common strange all were swept clean away | L2 |
The earth around the great sky over were | Z3 |
Like a deserted theatre tomb dumb | A4 |
The lights long dead the first sick grey of morn | E2 |
Oozing through rents in the slow mouldering curtain | C |
The sweet sounds fled away for evermore | A3 |
Nought left except a creeping chill a sense | B3 |
As if dead deeds were strown upon the stage | B4 |
As if dead bodies simulated life | C4 |
And spoke dead words without informing thought | L2 |
A horror as of power without a soul | K3 |
Dark undefined and mighty unto ill | J |
Jarred through the earth and through the vault like air | N2 |
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And on the sleepers fell a wondrous dream | A |
That dured till sunrise filling all the cells | B3 |
Remotest of the throbbing heart and brain | P3 |
And as I watched them ever and anon | P3 |
The quivering limb and half unclos d eye | Q3 |
Witnessed of torture scarce endured and yet | L2 |
Endured for still the dream had mastery | T |
And held them in a helplessness supine | P3 |
Till by degrees the labouring breath grew calm | D4 |
Save frequent murmured sighs and o'er each face | B3 |
Stole radiant sadness and a hopeful grief | E4 |
And the convulsive motion passed away | L2 |
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Upon their faces reading them I gazed | L2 |
Reading them earnestly like wondrous book | F4 |
When suddenly the vapours of the dream | A |
Rose and enveloped me and through my soul | K3 |
Passed with possession will fell fast asleep | H2 |
And through the portals of the spirit land | L2 |
Upon whose frontiers time and space grow dumb | A4 |
Quenched like a cloud that all the roaring wind | L2 |
Drives not beyond the mountain top I went | L2 |
And entering beheld them in their dream | A |
Their world inwrapt me for the time as mine | P3 |
And what befel them there I saw and tell | U2 |
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THE INNER DREAM | A |
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It was a drizzly morning where I stood | L2 |
The cloud had sunk and filled with fold on fold | L2 |
The chimneyed city so the smoke rose not | L2 |
But spread diluted in the cloud and fell | U2 |
A black precipitate on miry streets | B3 |
Where dim grey faces vision like went by | Q3 |
But half awake half satisfied with sleep | H2 |
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Slave engines had begun their ceaseless growl | G4 |
Of labour Iron bands and huge stone blocks | B3 |
That held them to their task strained shook until | J |
The city trembled Those pale visaged forms | B3 |
Were hastening on to feed their groaning strength | W3 |
With labour to the full | H4 |
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Look there they come | A4 |
Poor amid poverty she with her gown | P3 |
Drawn over her meek head he trying much | C3 |
But fruitless half to shield her from the rain | P3 |
They enter the wide gates amid the jar | I4 |
And clash and shudder of the awful force | B3 |
That conquering force still vibrates on as if | J4 |
With an excess of power hungry for work | K4 |
With differing strength to different tasks they part | L2 |
To be the soul of knowledge unto strength | W3 |
For man has eked his body out with wheels | B3 |
And cranks and belts and levers pinions screws | B3 |
One body all pervaded still with life | C4 |
From man the maker's will 'Mid keen eyed men | P3 |
Thin featured and exact his part is found | L2 |
Hers where the dusk air shines with lustrous eyes | B3 |
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And there they laboured through the murky day | L2 |
Whose air was livid mist their only breath | R3 |
Foul floating dust of swift revolving wheels | B3 |
And feathery spoil of fast contorted threads | B3 |
Making a sultry chaos in the sun | P3 |
Until at length slow swelled the welcome dark | Z |
A dull Lethean heaving tide of death | R3 |
Up from the caves of Night to make an end | L2 |
And filling every corner of the place | B3 |
Choked in its waves the clanking of the looms | B3 |
And Earth put on her sleeping dress and took | F4 |
Her children home into its bosom folds | B3 |
And nursed them as a mother ghost might sit | L2 |
With her neglected darlings in the dark | Z |
So with dim satisfaction in their hearts | B3 |
Though with tired feet and aching head they went | L2 |
Parting the clinging fog to find their home | V3 |
It was a dreary place Unfinished walls | B3 |
Far drearier than ruins overspread | L2 |
With long worn sweet forgetfulness amidst | L2 |
Earth heaps and bricks rain pools and ugliness | B3 |
Rose up around banishing further yet | L2 |
The Earth with its spring time young mother smile | L4 |
From children's eyes that had forgot to play | L2 |
But though the house was dull and wrapt in fog | X3 |
It yet awoke to life yea cheerfulness | B3 |
When darkness oped a fire eye in the grate | L2 |
And the dim candle's smoky flame revealed | L2 |
A room which could not be all desolate | L2 |
Being a temple proven by the signs | B3 |
Seen in the ancient place For here was light | L2 |
And blazing fire with darkness on its skirts | B3 |
Bread and pure water ready to make clean | P3 |
Beside a chest of holiday attire | Z3 |
And in the twilight edges of the light | L2 |
A book scarce seen and for the wondrous veil | M4 |
Those human forms behind which lay concealed | L2 |
The Holy of Holies God's own secret place | B3 |
The lowly human heart wherein He dwells | B3 |
And by the table altar they sat down | P3 |
To eat their Eucharist God feeding them | N4 |
Their food was Love made visible in Form | O4 |
Incarnate Love in food For he to whom | P4 |
A common meal can be no Eucharist | L2 |
Who thanks for food and strength not for the love | Q4 |
That made cold water for its blessedness | B3 |
And wine for gladness' sake has yet to learn | P3 |
The heart delight of inmost thankfulness | B3 |
For innermost reception | P3 |
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Then they sat | L2 |
Resting with silence the soul's inward sleep | H2 |
Which feedeth it with strength till gradually | T |
They grew aware of light that overcame | R4 |
The light within and through the dingy blind | L2 |
Cast from the window frame two shadow glooms | B3 |
That made a cross of darkness on the white | L2 |
Dark messenger of light itself unseen | P3 |
The woman rose and half she put aside | L2 |
The veil that hid the whole of glorious night | L2 |
And lo a wind had mowed the earth sprung fog | X3 |
And lo on high the white exultant moon | P3 |
From clear blue window curtained all with white | L2 |
Greeted them at their shadowy window low | W2 |
With quiet smile for two things made her glad | L2 |
One that she saw the glory of the sun | P3 |
For while the earth lay all athirst for light | L2 |
She drank the fountain waves The other joy | S4 |
Sprung from herself she fought the darkness well | U2 |
Thinning the great cone shadow of the earth | Y |
Paling its ebon hue with radiant showers | B3 |
Upon its sloping side The woman said | L2 |
With hopeful look To morrow will be bright | L2 |
With sunshine for our holiday to morrow | W2 |
Think we shall see the green fields in the sun | P3 |
So with hearts hoping for a simple joy | S4 |
Yet high withal being no less than the sun | P3 |
They laid them down in nightly death that waits | B3 |
Patiently for the day | L2 |
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That sun was high | Q3 |
When they awoke at length The moon low down | P3 |
Had almost vanished clothed upon with light | L2 |
And night was swallowed up of day In haste | L2 |
Chiding their weariness that leagued with sleep | H2 |
They having clothed themselves in clean attire | Z3 |
By the low door stooping with priestly hearts | B3 |
Entered God's vision room his wonder world | L2 |
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One side the street the windows all were moons | B3 |
To light the other that in shadow lay | L2 |
The path was almost dry the wind asleep | H2 |
And down the sunny side a woman came | R4 |
In a red cloak that made the whole street glad | L2 |
Fit clothing though she was so feeble and old | L2 |
For when they stopped and asked her how she fared | L2 |
She said with cheerful words and smile that owed | L2 |
None of its sweetness to an ivory lining | T4 |
I'm always better in the open air | N2 |
Dear heart said they how freely she will breathe | U4 |
In the open air of heaven She stood in the morn | P3 |
Like a belated autumn flower in spring | T4 |
Dazed by the rushing of the new born life | C4 |
Up the earth's winding cavern stairs to see | B3 |
Through window buds the calling waking sun | P3 |
Or as in dreams we meet the ghost of one | P3 |
Beloved in youth who walketh with few words | B3 |
And they are of the past Yet joy to her | Z3 |
She too from earthy grave was climbing up | V4 |
Unto the spirit windows high and far | I4 |
She the new life for a celestial spring | T4 |
Answering the light that shineth evermore | A3 |
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With hopeful sadness thus they passed along | R2 |
Dissolving streets towards the smiles of spring | T4 |
Of which green visions gleamed and glided by | Q3 |
Across far narrowing avenues of brick | W4 |
The ripples only of her laughter float | L2 |
Through the low winding caverns of the town | P3 |
Yet not a stone upon the paven street | L2 |
But shareth in the impulse of her joy | S4 |
Heaven's life that thrills anew through the outworn earth | Y |
Descending like the angel that did stir | Z3 |
Bethesda's pool and made the sleepy wave | B2 |
Pulse with quick healing through the withered limb | X4 |
In joyous pangs By an unfinished street | L2 |
Forth came they on a wide and level space | B3 |
Green fields lay side by side and hedgerow trees | B3 |
Stood here and there as waiting for some good | L2 |
But no calm river meditated through | S3 |
The weary flat to the less level sea | B3 |
No forest trees on pillared stems and boughs | B3 |
Bent in great Gothic arches bore aloft | L2 |
A cloudy temple roof of tremulous leaves | B3 |
No clear line where the kissing lips of sky | Q3 |
And earth meet undulating but a haze | B3 |
That hides oh if it hid wild waves alas | B3 |
It hides but fields it hides but fields and trees | B3 |
Save eastward where a few hills far away | L2 |
Came forth in the sun or drew back when the clouds | B3 |
Went over them dissolving them in shade | L2 |
But the life robe of earth was beautiful | Y4 |
As all most common things are loveliest | L2 |
A forest of green waving fairy trees | B3 |
That carpeted the earth for lowly feet | L2 |
Bending unto their tread lowliest of all | H3 |
Earth's lowly children born for ministering | T4 |
Unto the heavenly stranger stately man | P3 |
That he by subtle service from all kinds | B3 |
From every breeze and every bounding wave | B2 |
From night sky cavernous with heaps of storm | O4 |
And from the hill rejoicing in the sun | P3 |
Might grow a humble lowly child of God | L2 |
Lowly as knowing his high parentage | Z4 |
Humble because all beauties wait on him | X4 |
Like lady servants ministering for love | Q4 |
And he that hath not rock and hill and stream | A |
Must learn to look for other beauty near | |
To know the face of ocean solitudes | B3 |
The darkness dashed with glory and the shades | B3 |
Wind fretted and the mingled tints upthrown | P3 |
From shallow bed or raining from the sky | Q3 |
And he that hath not ocean and dwells low | W2 |
Not hill befriended if his eyes have ceased | L2 |
To drink enjoyment from the billowy grass | B3 |
And from the road side flower like one who dwells | B3 |
With homely features round him every day | L2 |
And so takes refuge in the loving eyes | B3 |
Which are their heaven the dwelling place of light | L2 |
Must straightway lift his eyes unto the heavens | B3 |
Like God's great palette where His artist hand | L2 |
Never can strike the brush but beauty wakes | B3 |
Vast sweepy comet curves that net the soul | K3 |
In pleasure endless sky stairs patient clouds | B3 |
White till they blush at the sun's goodnight kiss | B3 |
And filmy pallours and great mountain crags | B3 |
But beyond all absorbing all the rest | L2 |
Lies the great heaven the expression of deep space | B3 |
Foreshortened to a vaulted dome of blue | S3 |
The Infinite crowded in a single glance | B3 |
Where yet the eye descends depth within depth | |
Like mystery of Truth clothed in high form | O4 |
Evasive spiritual no limiting | T4 |
But something that denies an end and yet | L2 |
Can be beheld by wondering human eyes | B3 |
There looking up one well may feel how vain | P3 |
To search for God in this vast wilderness | B3 |
For over him would arch void depth for ever | Z3 |
Nor ever would he find a God or Heaven | P3 |
Though lifting wings were his to soar abroad | L2 |
Through boundless heights of space or eyes to dive | J3 |
To microscopic depths he would come back | |
And say There is no God and sit and weep | H2 |
Till in his heart a child's voice woke and cried | L2 |
Father my Father Then the face of God | L2 |
Breaks forth with eyes everywhere suddenly | B3 |
And not a space of blue nor floating cloud | L2 |
Nor grassy vale nor distant purple height | L2 |
But trembling with a presence all divine | P3 |
Says Here I am my child | L2 |
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Gazing awhile | L4 |
They let the lesson of the sky sink deep | H2 |
Into their hearts withdrawing then their eyes | B3 |
They knew the Earth again And as they went | L2 |
Oft in the changing heavens those distant hills | B3 |
Shone clear upon the horizon Then awoke | H |
A strange and unknown longing in their souls | B3 |
As if for something loved in years gone by | Q3 |
And vanished in its beauty and its love | Q4 |
So long that it retained no name or form | O4 |
And lay on childhood's verge all but forgot | L2 |
Wrapt in the enchanted rose mists of that land | L2 |
As if amidst those hills were wooded dells | B3 |
Summer and gentle winds and odours free | B3 |
Deep sleeping waters gorgeous flowers and birds | B3 |
Pure winged throats But here all things around | L2 |
Were in their spring The very light that lay | L2 |
Upon the grass seemed new born like the grass | B3 |
Sprung with it from the earth The very stones | B3 |
Looked warm The brown ploughed earth seemed swelling up | V4 |
Filled like a sponge with sunbeams which lay still | J |
Nestling unseen and broodingly and warm | O4 |
In every little nest corner or crack | |
Wherein might hide a blind and sleepy seed | L2 |
Waiting the touch of penetrative life | C4 |
To wake and grow and beautify the earth | Y |
The mossy stems and boughs where yet no life | C4 |
Exuberant overflowed in buds and leaves | B3 |
Were clothed in golden splendours interwoven | P3 |
With many shadows from the branches bare | N2 |
And through their tops the west wind rushing went | L2 |
Calling aloud the sleeping sap within | P3 |
The thrill passed downwards from the roots in air | N2 |
To the roots tremulous in the embracing ground | L2 |
And though no buds with little dots of light | L2 |
Sparkled the darkness of the hedgerow twigs | B3 |
Softening expanding in the warm light bath | |
Seemed the dry smoky bark | Z |
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Thus in the fields | B3 |
They spent their holiday And when the sun | P3 |
Was near the going down they turned them home | V3 |
With strengthened hearts For they were filled with light | L2 |
And with the spring and like the bees went back | |
To their dark house laden with blessed sights | B3 |
With gladsome sounds home to their treasure cave | B2 |
Where henceforth sudden gleams of spring would pass | B3 |
Thorough the four walled darkness of the room | P4 |
And sounds of spring time whisper trembling by | Q3 |
Though stony streets with iron echoed round | L2 |
And as they crossed a field they came by chance | B3 |
Upon a place where once a home had been | P3 |
Fragments of ruined walls half overgrown | P3 |
With moss for even stones had their green robe | |
It had been a small cottage with a plot | L2 |
Of garden ground in front mapped out with walks | B3 |
Now scarce discernible but that the grass | B3 |
Was thinner the ground harder to the foot | L2 |
The place was simply shadowed with an old | L2 |
Almost erased human carefulness | B3 |
Close by the ruined wall where once had been | P3 |
The door dividing it from the great world | L2 |
Making it home a single snowdrop grew | S3 |
'Twas the sole remnant of a family | B3 |
Of flowers that in this garden once had dwelt | L2 |
Vanished with all their hues of glowing life | C4 |
Save one too white for death | R3 |
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And as its form | O4 |
Arose within the brain a feeling sprung | |
Up in their souls new white and delicate | L2 |
A waiting longing patient hopefulness | B3 |
The snowdrop of the heart The heavenly child | L2 |
Pale with the earthly cold hung its meek head | L2 |
Enduring all and so victorious | B3 |
The Summer's earnest in the waking Earth | Y |
The spirit's in the heart | L2 |
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I love thee flower | Z3 |
With a love almost human tenderly | B3 |
The Spring's first child yea thine my hoping heart | L2 |
Upon thy inner leaves and in thy heart | L2 |
Enough of green to tell thou know'st the grass | B3 |
In thy white mind remembering lowly friends | B3 |
But most I love thee for that little stain | P3 |
Of earth on thy transfigured radiancy | B3 |
Which thou hast lifted with thee from thy grave | B2 |
The soiling of thy garments on thy road | L2 |
Travelling forth into the light and air | N2 |
The heaven of thy pure rest Some gentle rain | P3 |
Will surely wash thee white and send the earth | Y |
Back to the place of earth but now it signs | B3 |
Thee child of earth of human birth as we | B3 |
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With careful hands uprooting it they bore | A3 |
The little plant a willing captive home | V3 |
Willing to enter dark abodes secure | |
In its own tale of light As once of old | L2 |
Bearing all heaven in words of promising | T4 |
The Angel of the Annunciation came | R4 |
It carried all the spring into that house | B3 |
A pot of mould its only tie to Earth | Y |
Its heaven an ell of blue 'twixt chimney tops | B3 |
Its world henceforth that little low ceiled room | P4 |
Symbol and child of spring it took its place | B3 |
'Midst all those types to be a type with them | N4 |
Of what so many feel not knowing it | L2 |
The hidden springtime that is drawing nigh | Q3 |
And henceforth when the shadow of the cross | B3 |
Will enter clothed in moonlight still and dark | Z |
The flower will nestle at its foot till day | L2 |
Pale drooping heart content | L2 |
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To rest they went | L2 |
And all night long the snowdrop glimmered white | L2 |
Amid the dark unconscious and unseen | P3 |
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Before the sun had crowned his eastern hill | J |
With its world diadem they woke | H |
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I looked | L2 |
Out of the windows of the inner dream | A |
And saw the edge of the sun's glory rise | B3 |
Eastward behind the hills the lake cup's rim | X4 |
And as it came it sucked up in itself | |
As deeds drink words or daylight candle flame | R4 |
That other sun rising to light the dream | A |
They lay awake and thoughtful comforted | L2 |
With yesterday which nested in their hearts | B3 |
Yet haunted with the sound of grinding wheels | B3 |
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THE OUTER DREAM | A |
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And as they lay and looked into the room | P4 |
It wavered changed dissolved beneath the sun | P3 |
Which mingled both the mornings in their eyes | B3 |
Till the true conquered and the unreal passed | L2 |
No walls but woods bathed in a level sun | P3 |
No ceiling but the vestal sky of morn | P3 |
No bed but flowers floating 'mid floating leaves | B3 |
On water which grew audible as they stirred | L2 |
And lifted up their heads And a low wind | L2 |
That flowed from out the west washed from their eye | Q3 |
The last films of the dream And they sat up | V4 |
Silent for one long cool delicious breath | R3 |
Gazing upon each other lost and found | L2 |
With a dumb ecstasy new undefined | L2 |
Followed a long embrace and then the oars | B3 |
Broke up their prison bands | B3 |
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And through the woods | B3 |
They slowly went beneath a firmament | L2 |
Of boughs and clouded leaves filmy and pale | M4 |
In the sunshine but shadowy on the grass | B3 |
And roving odours met them on their way | L2 |
Sun quickened odours which the fog had slain | P3 |
And their green sky had many a blossom moon | P3 |
And constellations thick with starry flowers | B3 |
And deep and still were all the woods except | L2 |
For the Memnonian glory stricken birds | B3 |
And golden beetles 'mid the shadowy roots | B3 |
Green goblins of the grass and mining mice | B3 |
And on the leaves the fairy butterflies | B3 |
Or doubting in the air scarlet and blue | S3 |
The divine depth of summer clasped the Earth | Y |
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But 'twixt their hearts and summer's perfectness | B3 |
Came a dividing thought that seemed to say | B3 |
Ye wear strange looks Did summer speak or they | B3 |
They said within We know that ye are fair | N2 |
Bright flowers but ye shine far away as in | P3 |
A land of other thoughts Alas alas | B3 |
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Where shall we find the snowdrop bell half blown | P3 |
What shall we do we feel the throbbing spring | T4 |
Bursting in new and unexpressive thoughts | B3 |
Our hearts are swelling like a tied up bud | L2 |
And summer crushes them with too much light | L2 |
Action is bubbling up within our souls | B3 |
The woods oppress us more than stony streets | B3 |
That was the life indeed this is the dream | A |
Summer is too complete for growing hearts | B3 |
They need a broken season and a land | L2 |
With shadows pointing ever far away | B3 |
Where incompleteness rouses longing thoughts | B3 |
With spires abrupt and broken spheres and circles | B3 |
Cut that they may be widened evermore | A3 |
Through shattered cloudy roof looks in the sky | Q3 |
A discord from a loftier harmony | B3 |
And tempests waken peace within our thoughts | B3 |
Driving them inward to the inmost rest | L2 |
Come my beloved we will haste and go | W2 |
To those pale faces of our fellow men | P3 |
Our loving hearts burning with summer fire | Z3 |
Will cast a glow upon their pallidness | B3 |
Our hands will help them far as servants may | B3 |
Hands are apostles still to saviour hearts | B3 |
So we may share their blessedness with them | N4 |
So may the snowdrop time be likewise ours | B3 |
And Earth smile tearfully the spirit smile | L4 |
Wherewith she smiled upon our holiday | B3 |
As a sweet child may laugh with weeping eyes | B3 |
If ever we return these glorious flowers | B3 |
May all be snowdrops of a higher spring | T4 |
Their eyes one moment met and then they knew | S3 |
That they did mean the same thing in their hearts | B3 |
So with no farther words they turned and went | L2 |
Back to the boat and so across the mere | |
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I wake from out my dream and know my room | P4 |
My darling books the cherub forms above | Q4 |
I know 'tis springtime in the world without | L2 |
I feel it springtime in my world within | P3 |
I know that bending o'er an early flower | Z3 |
Crocus or primrose or anemone | P3 |
The heart that striveth for a higher life | C4 |
And hath not yet been conquered findeth there | N2 |
A beauty deep unshared by any rose | B3 |
A human loveliness about the flower | Z3 |
That a heath bell upon a lonely waste | L2 |
Hath more than scarlet splendour on thick leaves | B3 |
That a blue opening 'midst rain bosomed clouds | B3 |
Is more than Paphian sun set harmonies | B3 |
That higher beauty dwells on earth because | B3 |
Man seeks a higher home than Paradise | B3 |
And having lost is roused thereby to fill | J |
A deeper need than could be filled by all | H3 |
The lost ten times restored and so he loves | B3 |
The snowdrop more than the magnolia | |
Spring hope is more to him than summer joy | S4 |
Dark towns than Eden groves with rivers four | A3 |
George Macdonald
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