My Room Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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To G E MA
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'Tis a little room my friendB
Baby walks from end to endB
All the things look sadly realC
This hot noontide unidealC
Vaporous heat from cope to basementD
All you see outside the casementD
Save one house all mud becrustedD
And a street all drought bedustedD
There behold its happiest visionE
Trickling water cart's derisionE
Shut we out the staring spaceF
Draw the curtains in its faceF
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Close the eyelids of the roomG
Fill it with a scarlet gloomG
Lo the walls with warm flush dyedD
Lo the ceiling glorifiedD
As when lost in tenderest pinksH
White rose on the red rose thinksH
But beneath a hue right rosyI
Red as a geranium posyI
Stains the air with power estrangingJ
Known with unknown clouding changingJ
See in ruddy atmosphereK
Commonplaceness disappearK
Look around on either handD
Are we not in fairylandD
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On that couch inwrapt in mistD
Of vaporized amethystD
Lie as in a rose's heartD
Secret things I would impartD
Any time you would believe themA
Easier though you will receive themA
Bathed in glowing mysteryI
Of the red light shadowyI
For this ruby hearted hueL
Sanguine core of all the trueL
Which for love the heart would plunderM
Is the very hue of wonderM
This dissolving dreamy redD
Is the self same radiance shedD
From the heart of poet youngJ
Glowing poppy sunlight stungJ
If in light you make a schismN
'Tis the deepest in the prismN
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This poor seeming room in factD
Is of marvels all compactD
So disguised by common daylightD
By its disenchanting gray lightD
Only eyes that see by shiningJ
Inside pierce to its live liningJ
Loftiest observatoryI
Ne'er unveiled such hidden gloryI
Never sage's furnace kitchenE
Magic wonders was so rich inO
Never book of wizard oldD
Clasped such in its iron holdD
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See that case against the wallC
Darkly dull purpurealC
A piano to the prosyI
But to us in twilight rosyI
What A cave where Nereids lieC
Naiads Dryads Oreads sighC
Dreaming of the time when theyP
Danced in forest and in bayP
In that chest before your eyesI
Nature self enchanted liesI
Lofty days of summer splendourI
Low dim eves of opal tenderI
Airy hunts of cloud and windD
Brooding storm below behindD
Awful hills and midnight woodsI
Sunny rains in solitudesI
Babbling streams in forests hoarI
Seven hued icebergs oceans froreI
Yes did I not say enchantedD
That is hid away till wantedD
Do you hear a low voiced singingJ
'Tis the sorceress's flingingJ
Spells around her baby's riotD
Binding her in moveless quietD
She at will can disenchant themA
And to prayer believing grant themA
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You believe me soon will nightD
Free her hands for fair delightD
Then invoke her she will comeN
Fold your arms be blind and dumbN
She will bring a book of spellsI
Writ like crabbed oraclesI
Like Sabrina's will her handsI
Thaw the power of charmed bandsI
First will ransomed music rushQ
Round thee in a glorious gushQ
Next upon its waves will sallyI
Like a stream god down a valleyI
Nature's self the formless formerI
Nature's self the peaceful stormerI
She will enter captive take theeI
And both one and many make theeI
One by softest power to still theeI
Many by the thoughts that fill theeI
Let me guess three guesses whereI
She her prisoner will bearI
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On a mountain top you standD
Gazing o'er a sunny landD
Shining streams like silver veinsI
Rise in dells and meet in plainsI
Up yon brook a hollow liesI
Dumb as love that fears surpriseI
Moorland tracts of broken groundD
O'er it rise and close it roundD
He who climbs from bosky daleC
Hears the foggy breezes wailC
Yes thou know'st the nest of loveR
Know'st the waste around aboveR
In thy soul or in thy pastD
Straight it melts into the vastD
Quickly vanishes awayP
In a gloom of darkening grayP
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Sinks the sadness into restD
Ripple like on water's breastD
Mother's bosom rests the daughterI
Grief the ripple love the waterI
And thy brain like wind harp liesI
Breathed upon from distant skiesI
Till soft gathering visions newL
Grow like vapours in the blueL
White forms flushing hyacinthineL
Move in motions labyrinthineL
With an airy wishful gaitD
On the counter motion waitD
Sweet restraint and action freeI
Show the law of libertyI
Master of the revel stillC
The obedient perfect willC
Hating smallest thing awryI
Breathing breeding harmonyI
While the god like graceful feetD
For such mazy marvelling meetD
Press from air a shining soundD
Rippling after lingering roundD
Hair afloat and arms aloftD
Fill the chord of movement softD
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Gone the measure polyhedralC
Towers aloft a fair cathedralC
Every arch like praying armsI
Upward flung in love's alarmsI
Knit by clasped hands o'erheadD
Heaves to heaven a weight of dreadD
In thee like an angel crowdD
Grows the music praying loudD
Swells thy spirit with devotionL
As a strong wind swells the oceanL
Sweeps the visioned pile awayP
Leaves thy heart alone to prayP
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As the prayer grows dim and diesI
Like a sunset from the skiesI
Glides another change of moodD
O'er thy inner solitudeD
Girt with Music's magic zoneL
Lo thyself magician grownL
Open eyed thou walk'st through earthS
Brooding on the aeonian birthS
Of a thousand wonder thingsI
In divine dusk of their springsI
Half thou seest whence they flowC
Half thou seest whither goC
Nature's consciousness wherebyI
On herself she turns her eyeI
Hoping for all men and theeI
Perfected pure harmonyI
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But when sinking slow the sunL
Leaves the glowing curtain dunL
I of prophet insight reftD
Shall be dull and dreamless leftD
I must hasten proof on proofT
Weaving in the warp my woofT
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What are those upon the wallC
Ranged in rows symmetricalC
Through the wall of things externalC
Posterns they to the supernalC
Through Earth's battlemented heightD
Loopholes to the InfiniteD
Through locked gates of place and timeU
Wickets to the eternal primeU
Lying round the noisy dayD
Full of silences alwayP
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That my friend Now it is curiousI
You should hit upon the spuriousI
'Tis a door to nowhere thatD
Never soul went in thereatD
Lies behind a limy wallC
Hung with cobwebs that is allC
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Do not open that one yetD
Wait until the sun is setD
If you careless lift its latchV
Glimpse of nothing will you catchV
Mere negation blank of hueL
Out of it will stare at youL
Wait I say the coming nightD
Fittest time for second sightD
Then the wide eyes of the mindD
See far down the Spirit's windD
You may have to strain and pullC
Force and lift with cunning toolC
Ere the rugged ill joined doorI
Yield the sight it stands beforeI
When at last with grating sweepW
Wide it swings behold the deepW
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Thou art standing on the vergeX
Where material things emergeX
Hoary silence lightning fleetD
Shooteth hellward at thy feetD
Fear not thou whose life is truthY
Gazing will renew thy youthY
But where sin of soul or fleshZ
Held a man in spider meshZ
It would drag him through that doorI
Give him up to loreless loreI
Ages to be blown and hurledD
Up and down a deedless worldD
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Ah your eyes ask how I brookJ
Doors that are not doors to lookJ
That is whither I was tendingJ
And it brings me to good endingJ
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Baby is the cause of thisI
Odd it seems but so it isI
Baby with her pretty prateD
Molten half articulateD
Full of hints suggestions catchesI
Broken verse and music snatchesI
She like seraph gone astrayD
Must be shown the homeward wayD
Plant of heaven she rooted lowlyC
Must put forth a blossom holyC
Must through culture high and steadyC
Slow unfold a gracious ladyC
She must therefore live in wonderI
See nought common up or underI
She the moon and stars and seaC
Worm and butterfly and beeC
Yea the sparkle in a stoneL
Must with marvel look uponL
She must love in heaven's own bluenessI
Both the colour and the newnessI
Must each day from darkness breakJ
Often often come awakeJ
Never with her childhood partD
Change the brain but keep the heartD
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So from lips and hands and looksI
She must learn to honour booksI
Turn the leaves with careful fingersI
Never lean where long she lingersI
But when she is old enoughA2
She must learn the lesson roughA2
That to seem is not to beC
As to know is not to seeC
That to man or book appearingJ
Gives no title to reveringJ
That a pump is not a wellC
Nor a priest an oracleC
This to leave safe in her mindD
I will take her and go findD
Certain no books dreary apesI
Tell her they are mere mock shapesI
No more to be honoured by herI
But be laid upon the fireI
Book appearance must not hinderI
Their consuming to a cinderI
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Would you see the small immortalC
One short pace within Time's portalC
I will fetch her Is she whiteD
Solemn true a light in lightD
See is not her lily skinL
White as whitest ermelinL
Washed in palest thinnest roseI
Very thought of God she goesI
Ne'er to wander in her danceI
Out of his love radianceI
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But my friend I've rattled plentyC
To suffice for mornings twentyC
I should never stop of courseI
Therefore stop I will perforceI
If I led them up choragicJ
To reveal their nature magicJ
Twenty things past contradictionL
Yet would prove I spoke no fictionL
Of the room's belongings crypticJ
Read by light apocalypticJ
There is that strange thing glass maskedD
With continual questions taskedD
Ticking with untiring rockJ
It is called an eight day clockJ
But to me the thing appearsI
Busy winding up the yearsI
Drawing on with coiling chainL
The epiphany againL

George Macdonald



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