A Story Of The Sea-shore Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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I sought the long clear twilights of the North | B |
When from its nest of trees my father's house | C |
Sees the Aurora deepen into dawn | D |
Far northward in the East o'er the hill top | E |
And fronts the splendours of the northern West | F |
Where sunset dies into that ghostly gleam | G |
That round the horizon creepeth all the night | H |
Back to the jubilance of gracious morn | I |
I found my home in homeliness unchanged | J |
For love that maketh home unchangeable | K |
Received me to the rights of sonship still | K |
O vaulted summer heaven borne on the hills | L |
Once more thou didst embrace me whom a child | M |
Thy drooping fulness nourished into joy | N |
Once more the valley pictured forth with sighs | O |
Rose on my present vision and behold | P |
In nothing had the dream bemocked the truth | Q |
The waters ran as garrulous as before | R |
The wild flowers crowded round my welcome feet | S |
The hills arose and dwelt alone in heaven | A |
And all had learned new tales against I came | T |
Once more I trod the well known fields with him | U |
Whose fatherhood had made me search for God's | V |
And it was old and new like the wild flowers | W |
The waters and the hills but dearer far | X |
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Once on a day my cousin Frank and I | Y |
Drove on a seaward road the dear white mare | Z |
Which oft had borne me to the lonely hills | L |
Beside me sat a maiden on whose face | A2 |
I had not looked since we were boy and girl | K |
But the old friendship straightway bloomed anew | B2 |
The heavens were sunny and the earth was green | C2 |
The harebells large and oh so plentiful | K |
While butterflies as blue as they danced on | D2 |
Borne purposeless on pulses of clear joy | N |
In sportive time to their Aeolian clang | E2 |
That day as we talked on without restraint | F2 |
Brought near by memories of days that were | G2 |
And therefore are for ever by the joy | N |
Of motion through a warm and shining air | Z |
By the glad sense of freedom and like thoughts | H2 |
And by the bond of friendship with the dead | I2 |
She told the tale which I would mould anew | B2 |
To a more lasting form of utterance | J2 |
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For I had wandered back to childish years | K2 |
And asked her if she knew a ruin old | P |
Whose masonry descending to the waves | L2 |
Faced up the sea cliff at whose rocky feet | S |
The billows fell and died along the coast | M2 |
'Twas one of my child marvels For each year | N2 |
We turned our backs upon the ripening corn | I |
And sought the borders of the desert sea | O2 |
O joy of waters mingled with the fear | N2 |
Of a blind force that knew not what to do | B2 |
But spent its strength of waves in lashing aye | Y |
The rocks which laughed them into foam and flight | H |
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But oh the varied riches of that port | P2 |
For almost to the beach but that a wall | K |
Inclosed them reached the gardens of a lord | Q2 |
His shady walks his ancient trees of state | R2 |
His river which with course indefinite | S2 |
Wandered across the sands without the wall | K |
And lost itself in finding out the sea | O2 |
Within it floated swans white splendours lay | K |
Beneath the fairy leap of a wire bridge | T2 |
Vanished and reappeared amid the shades | U2 |
And led you where the peacock's plumy heaven | A |
Bore azure suns with green and golden rays | V2 |
Ah here the skies showed higher and the clouds | W2 |
More summer gracious filled with stranger shapes | X2 |
And when they rained it was a golden rain | Y2 |
That sparkled as it fell an odorous rain | Y2 |
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But there was one dream spot my tale must wait | R2 |
Until I tell the wonder of that spot | Z2 |
It was a little room built somehow how | A3 |
I do not know against a steep hill side | B3 |
Whose top was with a circular temple crowned | C3 |
Seen from far waves when winds were off the shore | R |
So that beclouded ever in the night | H |
Of a luxuriant ivy its low door | R |
Half filled with rainbow hues of deep stained glass | D3 |
Appeared to open right into the hill | K |
Never to sesame of mine that door | R |
Yielded that room but through one undyed pane | Y2 |
Gazing with reverent curiosity | O2 |
I saw a little chamber round and high | Y |
Which but to see was to escape the heat | S |
And bathe in coolness of the eye and brain | Y2 |
For it was dark and green Upon one side | B3 |
A window unperceived from without | E3 |
Blocked up by ivy manifold whose leaves | F3 |
Like crowded heads of gazers row on row | G3 |
Climbed to the top and all the light that came | T |
Through the thick veil was green oh kindest hue | B2 |
But in the midst the wonder of the place | A2 |
Against the back ground of the ivy bossed | H3 |
On a low column stood white pure and still | K |
A woman form in marble cold and clear | N2 |
I know not what it was it may have been | I3 |
A Silence or an Echo fainter still | K |
But that form yet if form it can be called | J3 |
So undefined and pale gleams vision like | K3 |
In the lone treasure chamber of my soul | K |
Surrounded with its mystic temple dark | L3 |
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Then came the thought too joyous to keep joy | N |
Turning to very sadness for relief | M3 |
To sit and dream through long hot summer days | V2 |
Shrouded in coolness and sea murmurings | V2 |
Forgot by all till twilight shades grew dark | L3 |
And read and read in the Arabian Nights | V2 |
Till all the beautiful grew possible | K |
And then when I had read them every one | A |
To find behind the door against the wall | K |
Old volumes full of tales such as in dreams | V2 |
One finds in bookshops strange in tortuous streets | V2 |
Beside me over me soul of the place | V2 |
Filling the gloom with calm delirium | N3 |
That wondrous woman statue evermore | R |
White radiant fading as the darkness grew | B2 |
Into a ghostly pallour that put on | D2 |
To staring eyes a vague and shifting form | O3 |
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But the old castle on the shattered shore | R |
Not the green refuge from the summer heat | S |
Drew forth our talk that day For as I said | I2 |
I asked her if she knew it She replied | B3 |
I know it well and added instantly | O2 |
A woman used to live my mother tells | V2 |
In one of its low vaults so near the sea | O2 |
That in high tides and northern winds it was | V2 |
No more a castle vault but a sea cave | P3 |
I found there I replied a turret stair | Z |
Leading from level of the ground above | Q3 |
Down to a vault whence through an opening square | Z |
Half window and half loophole you look forth | B |
Wide o'er the sea but the dim sounding waves | V2 |
Are many feet beneath and shrunk in size | V2 |
To a great ripple I could tell you now | A3 |
A tale I made about a little girl | K |
Dark eyed and pale with long seaweed like hair | Z |
Who haunts that room and gazing o'er the deep | R3 |
Calls it her mother with a childish glee | O2 |
Because she knew no other This said she | O2 |
Was not a child but woman almost old | P |
Whose coal black hair had partly turned to grey | K |
With sorrow and with madness and she dwelt | S3 |
Not in that room high on the cliff but down | T3 |
Low down within the margin of spring tides | V2 |
And then she told me all she knew of her | G2 |
As we drove onward through the sunny day | K |
It was a simple tale with few few facts | V2 |
A life that clomb one mountain and looked forth | B |
Then sudden sank to a low dreary plain | Y2 |
And wandered ever in the sound of waves | V2 |
Till fear and fascination overcame | T |
And led her trembling into life and joy | N |
Alas how many such are told by night | H |
In fisher cottages along the shore | R |
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Farewell old summer day I lay you by | Y |
To tell my story and the thoughts that rise | V2 |
Within a heart that never dared believe | U3 |
A life was at the mercy of a sea | O2 |
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THE STORY | O2 |
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Aye as it listeth blows the listless wind | V3 |
Filling great sails and bending lordly masts | V2 |
Or making billows in the green corn fields | V2 |
And hunting lazy clouds across the blue | B2 |
Now like a vapour o'er the sunny sea | O2 |
It blows the vessel from the harbour's mouth | W3 |
Out 'mid the broken crests of seaward waves | V2 |
And hovering of long pinioned ocean birds | V2 |
As if the white wave spots had taken wing | X3 |
But though all space is full of spots of white | H |
The sailor sees the little handkerchief | Y3 |
That flutters still though wet with heavy tears | V2 |
Which draw it earthward from the sunny wind | V3 |
Blow wind draw out the cord that binds the twain | Y2 |
And breaks not though outlengthened till the maid | Z3 |
Can only say I know he is not here | A4 |
Blow wind yet gently gently blow O wind | V3 |
And let love's vision slowly gently die | Y |
And the dim sails pass ghost like o'er the deep | R3 |
Lingering a little o'er the vanished hull | K |
With a white farewell to the straining eyes | V2 |
For never more in morning's level beam | G |
Will the wide wings of her sea shadowing sails | V2 |
From the green billowed east come dancing in | I3 |
Nor ever gliding home beneath the stars | V2 |
With a faint darkness o'er the fainter sea | O2 |
Will she the ocean swimmer send a cry | Y |
Of home come sailors that shall wake the streets | V2 |
With sudden pantings of dream scaring joy | N |
Blow gently wind blow slowly gentle wind | V3 |
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Weep not oh maiden tis not time to weep | R3 |
Torment not thou thyself before thy time | B4 |
The hour will come when thou wilt need thy tears | V2 |
To cool the burning of thy desert brain | Y2 |
Go to thy work break into song sometimes | V2 |
To die away forgotten in the lapse | V2 |
Of dreamy thought ere natural pause ensue | B2 |
Oft in the day thy time outspeeding heart | C4 |
Sending thy ready eye to scout the east | D4 |
Like child that wearies of her mother's pace | V2 |
And runs before and yet perforce must wait | R2 |
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The time drew nigh Oft turning from her work | E4 |
With bare arms and uncovered head she clomb | B4 |
The landward slope of the prophetic hill | K |
From whose green head as on the verge of time | B4 |
Seer like she gazed shading her hope rapt eyes | V2 |
From the bewilderment of work day light | H |
Far out on the eternity of waves | V2 |
If from the Hades of the nether world | F4 |
Her prayers might draw the climbing skyey sails | V2 |
Up o'er the threshold of the horizon line | G4 |
For when he came she was to be his wife | H4 |
And celebrate with rites of church and home | B4 |
The apotheosis of maidenhood | F4 |
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Time passed The shadow of a fear that hung | I4 |
Far off upon the horizon of her soul | K |
Drew near with deepening gloom and clearing form | B4 |
Till it o'erspread and filled her atmosphere | N2 |
And lost all shape because it filled all space | V2 |
Reaching beyond the bounds of consciousness | V2 |
But ever in swift incarnations darting | X3 |
Forth from its infinite a stony stare | Z |
A blank abyss an awful emptiness | V2 |
Ah God why are our souls lone helpless seas | V2 |
Tortured with such immitigable storm | B4 |
What is this love that now on angel wing | X3 |
Sweeps us amid the stars in passionate calm | B4 |
And now with demon arms fast cincturing | X3 |
Drops us through all gyrations of keen pain | Y2 |
Down the black vortex till the giddy whirl | K |
Gives fainting respite to the ghastly brain | Y2 |
Not these the maiden's questions Comes he yet | F4 |
Or am I widowed ere my wedding day | F4 |
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Ah ranged along our shores on peak or cliff | Y3 |
Or stone ribbed promontory or pier head | F4 |
Maidens have aye been standing the same pain | Y2 |
Deadening the heart throb the same gathering mist | F4 |
Dimming the eye that would be keen as death | J4 |
The same fixed longing on the changeless face | V2 |
Over the edge he vanished came no more | R |
There as in childhood's dreams upon that line | G4 |
Without a parapet to shield the sense | V2 |
Voidness went sheer down to oblivion | A |
Over that edge he vanished came no more | R |
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O happy those for whom the Possible | K |
Opens its gates of madness and becomes | V2 |
The Real around them those to whom henceforth | B |
There is but one to morrow the next morn | I |
Their wedding day ever one step removed | F4 |
The husband's foot ever upon the verge | K4 |
Of the day's threshold whiteness aye and flowers | V2 |
Ready to meet him ever in a dream | B4 |
But faith and expectation conquer still | K |
And so her morrow comes at last and leads | V2 |
The death pale maiden ghost dazzled confused | F4 |
Into the land whose shadows fall on ours | V2 |
And are our dreams of too deep blessedness | V2 |
May not some madness be a kind of faith | L4 |
Shall not the Possible become the Real | K |
Lives not the God who hath created dreams | V2 |
So stand we questioning upon the shore | R |
And gazing hopeful towards the Unrevealed | F4 |
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Long looked the maiden till the visible | K |
Half vanished from her eyes the earth had ceased | F4 |
That lay behind her and the sea was all | K |
Except the narrow shore which yet gave room | B4 |
For her sea haunting feet where solid land | F4 |
Where rocks and hills stopped frighted suddenly | O2 |
And earth flowed henceforth on in trembling waves | V2 |
A featureless a half re molten world | F4 |
Halfway to the Unseen the Invisible | K |
Half seen in the condensed and flowing sky | X3 |
Which lay so grimly smooth before her eyes | V2 |
And brain and shrinking soul where power of man | M4 |
Could never heap up moles or pyramids | V2 |
Or dig a valley in the unstable gulf | N4 |
Fighting for aye to make invisible | K |
To swallow up and keep her smooth blue smile | K |
Unwrinkled and unspotted with the land | F4 |
Not all the changes on the restless wave | P3 |
Saving it from a still monotony | O2 |
Whose only utterance was a dreary song | X3 |
Of stifled wailing on the shrinking shore | R |
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Such frenzy slow invaded the poor girl | K |
Not hers the hovering sense of marriage bells | V2 |
Tuning the air with fragrance of sweet sound | F4 |
But the low dirge that ever rose and died | F4 |
Recurring without pause or any close | V2 |
Like one verse chaunted aye in sleepless brain | Y2 |
Down to the shore it drew her from the heights | V2 |
Like witch's demon spell that fearful moan | O4 |
She knew that somewhere in the green abyss | V2 |
His body swung in curves of watery force | V2 |
Now in a circle slow revolved and now | A3 |
Swaying like wind swung bell when surface waves | V2 |
Sank their roots deep enough to reach the waif | P4 |
Hither and thither idly to and fro | G3 |
Wandering unheeding through the heedless sea | O2 |
A kind of fascination seized her brain | Y2 |
And drew her onward to the ridgy rocks | V2 |
That ran a little way into the deep | R3 |
Like questions asked of Fate by longing hearts | V2 |
Bound which the eternal ocean breaks in sighs | V2 |
Along their flats and furrows and jagged backs | V2 |
Out to the lonely point where the green mass | V2 |
Arose and sank heaved slow and forceful she | O2 |
Went and recoiled in terror ever drawn | D |
Ever repelled with inward shuddering | X3 |
At the great heartless miserable depth | Q4 |
She thought the ocean lay in wait for her | G2 |
Enticing her with horror's glittering eye | X3 |
And with the hope that in an hour sure fixed | F4 |
In some far century aeons remote | F4 |
She conscious still of love despite the sea | O2 |
Should in the washing of perennial waves | V2 |
Sweep o'er some stray bone or transformed dust | F4 |
Of him who loved her on this happy earth | R4 |
Known by a dreamy thrill in thawing nerves | V2 |
For so the fragments of wild songs she sung | X3 |
Betokened as she sat and watched the tide | F4 |
Till as it slowly grew it touched her feet | F4 |
When terror overcame she rose and fled | F4 |
Towards the shore with fear bewildered eye | X3 |
And stumbling on the rocks with hasty steps | V2 |
Cried They are coming coming at my heels | V2 |
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Perhaps like this the songs she used to wail | K |
In the rough northern tongue of Aberdeen | C2 |
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Ye'll hae me yet ye'll hae me yet | F4 |
Sae lang an' braid an' never a hame | B4 |
Its nae the depth I fear a bit | F4 |
But oh the wideness aye the same | B4 |
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The jaws come up wi' eerie bark | X3 |
Cryin' I'm creepy cauld an' green | C2 |
Come doon come doon he's lyin' stark | X3 |
Come doon an' steek his glowerin' een | C2 |
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Syne wisht they haud their weary roar | R |
An' slide awa' an' I grow sleepy | O2 |
Or lang they're up aboot my door | R |
Yowlin' I'm cauld an' weet an' creepy | O2 |
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O dool dool ye are like the tide | F4 |
Ye mak' a feint awa' to gang | X3 |
But lang awa' ye winna bide | F4 |
An' better greet than aye think lang | X3 |
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Footnote Jaws English breakers | V2 |
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Where'er she fled the same voice followed her | G2 |
Whisperings innumerable of water drops | V2 |
Growing together to a giant voice | V2 |
That sometimes in hoarse rushing undertones | V2 |
Sometimes in thunderous peals of billowy shouts | V2 |
Called after her to come and make no stay | F4 |
From the dim mists that brooded seaward far | X |
And from the lonely tossings of the waves | V2 |
Where rose and fell the raving wilderness | V2 |
Voices pursuing arms and beckoning hands | V2 |
Reached shorewards from the shuddering mystery | O2 |
Then sometimes uplift on a rocky peak | X3 |
A lonely form betwixt the sea and sky | X3 |
Watchers on shore beheld her fling wild arms | V2 |
High o'er her head in tossings like the waves | V2 |
Then fix them with clasped hands of prayer intense | V2 |
Forward appealing to the bitter sea | O2 |
Then sudden from her shoulders she would tear | Z |
Her garments one by one and cast them far | X |
Into the roarings of the heedless surge | K4 |
A vain oblation to the hungry waves | V2 |
Such she did mean it and her pitying friends | V2 |
Clothed her in vain their gifts did bribe the sea | O2 |
But such a fire was burning in her brain | C2 |
The cold wind lapped her and the sleet like spray | F4 |
Flashed all unheeded on her tawny skin | C2 |
As oft she brought her food and flung it far | X |
Reserving scarce a morsel for her need | F4 |
Flung it with naked arms and streaming hair | Z |
Floating like sea weed on the tide of wind | F4 |
Coal black and lustreless to feed the sea | O2 |
But after each poor sacrifice despair | Z |
Like the returning wave that bore it far | X |
Rushed surging back upon her sickening heart | F4 |
While evermore she moaned low voiced between | C2 |
Half muttered and half moaned Ye'll hae me yet | F4 |
Ye'll ne'er be saired till ye hae ta'en mysel' | K |
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And as the night grew thick upon the sea | O2 |
Quenching it all except its voice of storm | B4 |
Blotting it from the region of the eye | X3 |
Though still it tossed within the haunted brain | C2 |
Entering by the portals of the ears | V2 |
She step by step withdrew like dreaming man | C2 |
Who power of motion all but paralysed | F4 |
With an eternity of slowness drags | V2 |
His earth bound lead like irresponsive feet | F4 |
Back from a living corpse's staring eyes | V2 |
Till on the narrow beach she turned her round | F4 |
Then clothed in all the might of the Unseen | C2 |
Terror grew ghostly and she shrieked and fled | F4 |
Up to the battered base of the old tower | G2 |
And round the rock and through the arched gap | S4 |
Cleaving the blackness of the vault within | C2 |
Then sank upon the sand and gasped and raved | F4 |
This was her secret chamber this her place | V2 |
Of refuge from the outstretched demon deep | R3 |
All eye and voice for her Argus more dread | F4 |
Than he with hundred lidless watching orbs | V2 |
There cowering in a nook she sat all night | F4 |
Her eyes fixed on the entrance of the cave | P3 |
Through which a pale light shimmered from the sea | V2 |
Until she slept and saw the sea in dreams | V2 |
Except in stormy nights when all was dark | X3 |
And the wild tempest swept with slanting wing | X3 |
Against her refuge and the heavy spray | F4 |
Shot through the doorway serpentine cold arms | V2 |
To seize the fore doomed morsel of the sea | V2 |
Then she slept never and she would have died | F4 |
But that she evermore was stung to life | H4 |
By new sea terrors Sometimes the sea gull | K |
With clanging pinions darted through the arch | T4 |
And flapped them round her face sometimes a wave | P3 |
If tides were high and winds from off the sea | V2 |
Rushed through the door and in its watery mesh | U4 |
Clasped her waist high then out again to sea | V2 |
Out to the devilish laughter and the fog | X3 |
While she clung screaming to the bare rock wall | K |
Then sat unmoving till the low grey dawn | C2 |
Grew on the misty dance of spouting waves | V2 |
That mixed the grey with white picture one hued | F4 |
Seen in the framework of the arched door | R |
Then the old fascination drew her out | F4 |
Till wrapt in misty spray moveless she stood | F4 |
Upon the border of the dawning sea | V2 |
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And yet she had a chamber in her soul | K |
The innermost of all a quiet place | V2 |
But which she could not enter for the love | Q3 |
That kept her out for ever in the storm | B4 |
Could she have entered all had been as still | K |
As summer evening or a mother's arms | V2 |
And she had found her lost love sleeping there | Z |
Thou too hast such a chamber quiet place | V2 |
Where God is waiting for thee Is it gain | C2 |
Or the confused murmur of the sea | V2 |
Of human voices on the rocks of fame | B4 |
That will not let thee enter Is it care | Z |
For the provision of the unborn day | F4 |
As if thou wert a God that must foresee | V2 |
Lest his great sun should chance forget to rise | V2 |
Or pride that thou art some one in the world | F4 |
And men must bow before thee Oh go mad | F4 |
For love of some one lost for some old voice | V2 |
Which first thou madest sing and after sob | V4 |
Some heart thou foundest rich and leftest bare | Z |
Choking its well of faith with thy false deeds | V2 |
Not like thy God who keeps the better wine | C2 |
Until the last and if He giveth grief | M3 |
Giveth it first and ends the tale with joy | N |
Madness is nearer God than thou go mad | F4 |
And be ennobled far above thyself | M3 |
Her brain was ill her heart was well she loved | F4 |
It was the unbroken cord between the twain | C2 |
That drew her ever to the ocean marge | W4 |
Though to her feverous phantasy unfit | F4 |
'Mid the tumultuous brood of shapes distort | F4 |
To see one simple form it was the fear | N2 |
Of fixed destiny unavoidable | K |
And not the longing for the well known face | V2 |
That drew her drew her to the urgent sea | V2 |
Better to die better to rave for love | M3 |
Than to recover with sick sneering heart | F4 |
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Or if that thou art noble in some hour | G2 |
Maddened with thoughts of that which could not be | V2 |
Thou mightst have yielded to the burning wind | F4 |
That swept in tempest through thy scorching brain | C2 |
And rushed into the thick cold night of the earth | R4 |
And clamoured to the waves and beat the rocks | V2 |
And never found the way back to the seat | F4 |
Of conscious rule and power to bear thy pain | C2 |
But God had made thee stronger to endure | X4 |
For other ends beyond thy present choice | V2 |
Wilt thou not own her story a fit theme | B4 |
For poet's tale in her most frantic mood | F4 |
Not call the maniac sister tenderly | V2 |
For she went mad for love and not for gold | F4 |
And in the faded form whose eyes like suns | V2 |
Too fierce for freshness and for dewy bloom | B4 |
Have parched and paled the hues of tender spring | X3 |
Cannot thy love unmask a youthful shape | Y4 |
Deformed by tempests of the soul and sea | V2 |
Fit to remind thee of a story old | F4 |
Which God has in his keeping of thyself | M3 |
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But God forgets not men because they sleep | R3 |
The darkness lasts all night and clears the eyes | V2 |
Then comes the morning and the joy of light | F4 |
O surely madness hideth not from Him | B4 |
Nor doth a soul cease to be beautiful | K |
In His sight when its beauty is withdrawn | C2 |
And hid by pale eclipse from human eyes | V2 |
Surely as snow is friendly to the spring | X3 |
A madness may be friendly to the soul | K |
And shield it from a more enduring loss | V2 |
From the ice spears of a heart reaching frost | F4 |
So after years the winter of her life | M3 |
Came the sure spring to her men had forgot | F4 |
Closing the rent links of the social chain | C2 |
And leaving her outside their charmed ring | X3 |
Into the chill wind and the howling night | F4 |
God sent out for her and she entered in | C2 |
Where there was no more sea What messengers | V2 |
Ran from the door of love contented heaven | C2 |
To lead her towards the real ideal home | B4 |
The sea her terror and the wintry wind | F4 |
For on a morn of sunshine while the wind | F4 |
Yet blew and heaved yet the billowy sea | V2 |
With memories of the night of deep unrest | F4 |
They found her in a basin of the rocks | V2 |
Which buried in a firmament of sea | V2 |
When ocean winds heap up the tidal waves | V2 |
Yet in the respiration of the surge | K4 |
Lifts clear its edge of rock full to the brim | B4 |
With deep clear resting water plentiful | K |
There in the blessedness of sleep which God | F4 |
Gives his beloved she lay drowned and still | K |
O life of love conquered at last by fate | F4 |
O life raised from the dead by Saviour Death | J4 |
O love unconquered and invincible | K |
The sea had cooled the burning of that brain | C2 |
Had laid to rest those limbs so fever tense | V2 |
That scarce relaxed in sleep and now she lies | V2 |
Sleeping the sleep that follows after pain | C2 |
'Twas one night more of agony and fear | N2 |
Of shrinking from the onset of the sea | V2 |
One cry of desolation when her fear | N2 |
Became a fact and then God knows the rest | F4 |
O cure of all our miseries God knows | V2 |
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O thou whose feet tread ever the wet sands | V2 |
And howling rocks along the wearing shore | R |
Roaming the confines of the endless sea | V2 |
Strain not thine eyes across bedimmed with tears | V2 |
No sail comes back across that tender line | C2 |
Turn thee unto thy work let God alone | C2 |
He will do his part Then across the waves | V2 |
Will float faint whispers from the better land | F4 |
Veiled in the dust of waters we call storms | V2 |
To thine averted ears Do thou thy work | X3 |
And thou shalt follow follow and find thine own | C2 |
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O thou who liv'st in fear of the To come | B4 |
Around whose house the storm of terror breaks | V2 |
All night to whose love sharpened ear all day | F4 |
The Invisible is calling at thy door | R |
To render up that which thou can'st not keep | R3 |
Be it a life or love Open thy door | R |
And carry forth thy dead unto the marge | W4 |
Of the great sea bear it into the flood | F4 |
Braving the cold that creepeth to thy heart | F4 |
And lay thy coffin as an ark of hope | Z4 |
Upon the billows of the infinite sea | V2 |
Give God thy dead to keep so float it back | X3 |
With sighs and prayers to waft it through the dark | X3 |
Back to the spring of life Say It is dead | F4 |
But thou the life of life art yet alive | M3 |
And thou can'st give the dead its dear old life | M3 |
With new abundance perfecting the old | F4 |
God see my sadness feel it in thyself | M3 |
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Ah God the earth is full of cries and moans | V2 |
And dull despair that neither moans nor cries | V2 |
Thousands of hearts are waiting the last day | F4 |
For what they know not but with hope of change | |
Of resurrection or of dreamless death | J4 |
Raise thou the buried dead of springs gone by | X3 |
In maidens' bosoms raise the autumn fruits | V2 |
Of old men feebly mournful o'er the life | M3 |
Which scarce hath memory but the mournfulness | V2 |
There is no Past with thee bring back once more | R |
The summer eves of lovers over which | |
The wintry wind that raveth through the world | F4 |
Heaps wretched leaves half tombed in ghastly snow | C2 |
Bring back the mother heaven of orphans lone | C2 |
The brother's and the sister's faithfulness | V2 |
Bring forth the kingdom of the Son of Man | C2 |
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They troop around me children wildly crying | X3 |
Women with faded eyes all spent of tears | V2 |
Men who have lived for love yet lived alone | C2 |
And worse than so whose grief cannot be said | F4 |
O God thou hast a work to do indeed | F4 |
To save these hearts of thine with full content | F4 |
Except thou give them Lethe's stream to drink | X3 |
And that my God were all unworthy thee | V2 |
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Dome up O Heaven yet higher o'er my head | F4 |
Back back horizon widen out my world | F4 |
Rush in O infinite sea of the Unknown | C2 |
For though he slay me I will trust in God | F4 |
George Macdonald
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