My Room Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDDDEEFF GGDDHHIIJJKKDD DDDDAAIILLMMDDJJNN DDDDJJIIEODD CCIICCPPIIIIDDIIIIDD JJDDAA DDNNIIIIQQIIIIIIIIII DDIIIIDDCCRRDDPP DDIIIILLLLDDIICCIIDD DDDD CCIIDDDDLLPP IIDDLLSSIICCIIII LLDDTT CCCCDDUUDP IIDDCC DDVVLLDDDDCCIIWW XXDDYYZZIIDD JJJJ IIDDIIDDCCCCIICCLLII JJDD IIIIA2A2CCJJCCDDIIII II CCDDLLIIII CCIIJJLLJJDDJJIILLTo G E M | A |
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'Tis a little room my friend | B |
Baby walks from end to end | B |
All the things look sadly real | C |
This hot noontide unideal | C |
Vaporous heat from cope to basement | D |
All you see outside the casement | D |
Save one house all mud becrusted | D |
And a street all drought bedusted | D |
There behold its happiest vision | E |
Trickling water cart's derision | E |
Shut we out the staring space | F |
Draw the curtains in its face | F |
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Close the eyelids of the room | G |
Fill it with a scarlet gloom | G |
Lo the walls with warm flush dyed | D |
Lo the ceiling glorified | D |
As when lost in tenderest pinks | H |
White rose on the red rose thinks | H |
But beneath a hue right rosy | I |
Red as a geranium posy | I |
Stains the air with power estranging | J |
Known with unknown clouding changing | J |
See in ruddy atmosphere | K |
Commonplaceness disappear | K |
Look around on either hand | D |
Are we not in fairyland | D |
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On that couch inwrapt in mist | D |
Of vaporized amethyst | D |
Lie as in a rose's heart | D |
Secret things I would impart | D |
Any time you would believe them | A |
Easier though you will receive them | A |
Bathed in glowing mystery | I |
Of the red light shadowy | I |
For this ruby hearted hue | L |
Sanguine core of all the true | L |
Which for love the heart would plunder | M |
Is the very hue of wonder | M |
This dissolving dreamy red | D |
Is the self same radiance shed | D |
From the heart of poet young | J |
Glowing poppy sunlight stung | J |
If in light you make a schism | N |
'Tis the deepest in the prism | N |
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This poor seeming room in fact | D |
Is of marvels all compact | D |
So disguised by common daylight | D |
By its disenchanting gray light | D |
Only eyes that see by shining | J |
Inside pierce to its live lining | J |
Loftiest observatory | I |
Ne'er unveiled such hidden glory | I |
Never sage's furnace kitchen | E |
Magic wonders was so rich in | O |
Never book of wizard old | D |
Clasped such in its iron hold | D |
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See that case against the wall | C |
Darkly dull purpureal | C |
A piano to the prosy | I |
But to us in twilight rosy | I |
What A cave where Nereids lie | C |
Naiads Dryads Oreads sigh | C |
Dreaming of the time when they | P |
Danced in forest and in bay | P |
In that chest before your eyes | I |
Nature self enchanted lies | I |
Lofty days of summer splendour | I |
Low dim eves of opal tender | I |
Airy hunts of cloud and wind | D |
Brooding storm below behind | D |
Awful hills and midnight woods | I |
Sunny rains in solitudes | I |
Babbling streams in forests hoar | I |
Seven hued icebergs oceans frore | I |
Yes did I not say enchanted | D |
That is hid away till wanted | D |
Do you hear a low voiced singing | J |
'Tis the sorceress's flinging | J |
Spells around her baby's riot | D |
Binding her in moveless quiet | D |
She at will can disenchant them | A |
And to prayer believing grant them | A |
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You believe me soon will night | D |
Free her hands for fair delight | D |
Then invoke her she will come | N |
Fold your arms be blind and dumb | N |
She will bring a book of spells | I |
Writ like crabbed oracles | I |
Like Sabrina's will her hands | I |
Thaw the power of charmed bands | I |
First will ransomed music rush | Q |
Round thee in a glorious gush | Q |
Next upon its waves will sally | I |
Like a stream god down a valley | I |
Nature's self the formless former | I |
Nature's self the peaceful stormer | I |
She will enter captive take thee | I |
And both one and many make thee | I |
One by softest power to still thee | I |
Many by the thoughts that fill thee | I |
Let me guess three guesses where | I |
She her prisoner will bear | I |
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On a mountain top you stand | D |
Gazing o'er a sunny land | D |
Shining streams like silver veins | I |
Rise in dells and meet in plains | I |
Up yon brook a hollow lies | I |
Dumb as love that fears surprise | I |
Moorland tracts of broken ground | D |
O'er it rise and close it round | D |
He who climbs from bosky dale | C |
Hears the foggy breezes wail | C |
Yes thou know'st the nest of love | R |
Know'st the waste around above | R |
In thy soul or in thy past | D |
Straight it melts into the vast | D |
Quickly vanishes away | P |
In a gloom of darkening gray | P |
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Sinks the sadness into rest | D |
Ripple like on water's breast | D |
Mother's bosom rests the daughter | I |
Grief the ripple love the water | I |
And thy brain like wind harp lies | I |
Breathed upon from distant skies | I |
Till soft gathering visions new | L |
Grow like vapours in the blue | L |
White forms flushing hyacinthine | L |
Move in motions labyrinthine | L |
With an airy wishful gait | D |
On the counter motion wait | D |
Sweet restraint and action free | I |
Show the law of liberty | I |
Master of the revel still | C |
The obedient perfect will | C |
Hating smallest thing awry | I |
Breathing breeding harmony | I |
While the god like graceful feet | D |
For such mazy marvelling meet | D |
Press from air a shining sound | D |
Rippling after lingering round | D |
Hair afloat and arms aloft | D |
Fill the chord of movement soft | D |
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Gone the measure polyhedral | C |
Towers aloft a fair cathedral | C |
Every arch like praying arms | I |
Upward flung in love's alarms | I |
Knit by clasped hands o'erhead | D |
Heaves to heaven a weight of dread | D |
In thee like an angel crowd | D |
Grows the music praying loud | D |
Swells thy spirit with devotion | L |
As a strong wind swells the ocean | L |
Sweeps the visioned pile away | P |
Leaves thy heart alone to pray | P |
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As the prayer grows dim and dies | I |
Like a sunset from the skies | I |
Glides another change of mood | D |
O'er thy inner solitude | D |
Girt with Music's magic zone | L |
Lo thyself magician grown | L |
Open eyed thou walk'st through earth | S |
Brooding on the aeonian birth | S |
Of a thousand wonder things | I |
In divine dusk of their springs | I |
Half thou seest whence they flow | C |
Half thou seest whither go | C |
Nature's consciousness whereby | I |
On herself she turns her eye | I |
Hoping for all men and thee | I |
Perfected pure harmony | I |
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But when sinking slow the sun | L |
Leaves the glowing curtain dun | L |
I of prophet insight reft | D |
Shall be dull and dreamless left | D |
I must hasten proof on proof | T |
Weaving in the warp my woof | T |
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What are those upon the wall | C |
Ranged in rows symmetrical | C |
Through the wall of things external | C |
Posterns they to the supernal | C |
Through Earth's battlemented height | D |
Loopholes to the Infinite | D |
Through locked gates of place and time | U |
Wickets to the eternal prime | U |
Lying round the noisy day | D |
Full of silences alway | P |
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That my friend Now it is curious | I |
You should hit upon the spurious | I |
'Tis a door to nowhere that | D |
Never soul went in thereat | D |
Lies behind a limy wall | C |
Hung with cobwebs that is all | C |
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Do not open that one yet | D |
Wait until the sun is set | D |
If you careless lift its latch | V |
Glimpse of nothing will you catch | V |
Mere negation blank of hue | L |
Out of it will stare at you | L |
Wait I say the coming night | D |
Fittest time for second sight | D |
Then the wide eyes of the mind | D |
See far down the Spirit's wind | D |
You may have to strain and pull | C |
Force and lift with cunning tool | C |
Ere the rugged ill joined door | I |
Yield the sight it stands before | I |
When at last with grating sweep | W |
Wide it swings behold the deep | W |
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Thou art standing on the verge | X |
Where material things emerge | X |
Hoary silence lightning fleet | D |
Shooteth hellward at thy feet | D |
Fear not thou whose life is truth | Y |
Gazing will renew thy youth | Y |
But where sin of soul or flesh | Z |
Held a man in spider mesh | Z |
It would drag him through that door | I |
Give him up to loreless lore | I |
Ages to be blown and hurled | D |
Up and down a deedless world | D |
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Ah your eyes ask how I brook | J |
Doors that are not doors to look | J |
That is whither I was tending | J |
And it brings me to good ending | J |
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Baby is the cause of this | I |
Odd it seems but so it is | I |
Baby with her pretty prate | D |
Molten half articulate | D |
Full of hints suggestions catches | I |
Broken verse and music snatches | I |
She like seraph gone astray | D |
Must be shown the homeward way | D |
Plant of heaven she rooted lowly | C |
Must put forth a blossom holy | C |
Must through culture high and steady | C |
Slow unfold a gracious lady | C |
She must therefore live in wonder | I |
See nought common up or under | I |
She the moon and stars and sea | C |
Worm and butterfly and bee | C |
Yea the sparkle in a stone | L |
Must with marvel look upon | L |
She must love in heaven's own blueness | I |
Both the colour and the newness | I |
Must each day from darkness break | J |
Often often come awake | J |
Never with her childhood part | D |
Change the brain but keep the heart | D |
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So from lips and hands and looks | I |
She must learn to honour books | I |
Turn the leaves with careful fingers | I |
Never lean where long she lingers | I |
But when she is old enough | A2 |
She must learn the lesson rough | A2 |
That to seem is not to be | C |
As to know is not to see | C |
That to man or book appearing | J |
Gives no title to revering | J |
That a pump is not a well | C |
Nor a priest an oracle | C |
This to leave safe in her mind | D |
I will take her and go find | D |
Certain no books dreary apes | I |
Tell her they are mere mock shapes | I |
No more to be honoured by her | I |
But be laid upon the fire | I |
Book appearance must not hinder | I |
Their consuming to a cinder | I |
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Would you see the small immortal | C |
One short pace within Time's portal | C |
I will fetch her Is she white | D |
Solemn true a light in light | D |
See is not her lily skin | L |
White as whitest ermelin | L |
Washed in palest thinnest rose | I |
Very thought of God she goes | I |
Ne'er to wander in her dance | I |
Out of his love radiance | I |
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But my friend I've rattled plenty | C |
To suffice for mornings twenty | C |
I should never stop of course | I |
Therefore stop I will perforce | I |
If I led them up choragic | J |
To reveal their nature magic | J |
Twenty things past contradiction | L |
Yet would prove I spoke no fiction | L |
Of the room's belongings cryptic | J |
Read by light apocalyptic | J |
There is that strange thing glass masked | D |
With continual questions tasked | D |
Ticking with untiring rock | J |
It is called an eight day clock | J |
But to me the thing appears | I |
Busy winding up the years | I |
Drawing on with coiling chain | L |
The epiphany again | L |
George Macdonald
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