After The Fashion Of An Old Emblem Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE CFCF CGCG FCFC HIHI IHIH| I have long enough been working down in my cellar | A |
| Working spade and pick boring chisel and drill | B |
| I long for wider spaces airy clear dark and stellar | A |
| Successless labour never the love of it did fill | B |
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| More profit surely lies in a holy pure quiescence | C |
| In a setting forth of cups to catch the heavenly rain | D |
| In a yielding of the being to the ever waiting presence | C |
| In a lifting of the eyes upward homeward again | E |
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| Up to my garret its storm windows and skylights | C |
| There I'll lay me on the floor and patient let the sun | F |
| The moon and the stars the blueness and the twilights | C |
| Do what their pleasure is and wait till they have done | F |
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| But lo I hear a waving on the roof of great pinions | C |
| 'Tis the labour of a windmill broad spreading to the wind | G |
| Lo down there goes a shaft through all the house dominions | C |
| I trace it to a cellar whose door I cannot find | G |
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| But there I hear ever a keen diamond drill in motion | F |
| Now fast and now slow as the wind sits in the sails | C |
| Drilling and boring to the far eternal ocean | F |
| The living well of all wells whose water never fails | C |
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| So now I go no more to the cellar to my labour | H |
| But up to my garret where those arms are ever going | I |
| There the sky is ever o'er me and the wind my blessed neighbour | H |
| And the prayer handle ready turns the sails to its blowing | I |
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| Blow blow my blessed wind oh keep ever blowing | I |
| Keep the great windmill going full and free | H |
| So shall the diamond drill down below keep going | I |
| Till in burst the waters of God's eternal sea | H |
George Macdonald
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