My Room. To G.e.m Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Tis a little room my friendA
A baby walk from end to endA
All the things look sadly realB
This hot noontide's UnidealB
Seek not refuge at the casementA
There's no pasture for amazementA
But a house most dim and rustyA
And a street most dry and dustyA
Seldom here more happy visionC
Than water cart's blest apparitionC
We'll shut out the staring spaceD
Draw the curtains in its faceD
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Close the eyelids of the roomE
Fill it with a scarlet gloomE
Lo the walls on every sideA
Are transformed and glorifiedA
Ceiled as with a rosy cloudA
Furthest eastward of the crowdA
Blushing faintly at the blissF
Of the Titan's good night kissF
Which her westward sisters shareG
Crimson they from breast to hairG
'Tis the faintest lends its dyeH
To my room ah not the skyH
Worthy though to be a roomE
Underneath the wonder domeI
Look around on either handA
Are we not in fairy landA
In the ruddy atmosphereJ
All familiar things appearJ
Glowing with a mysteryA
In the red light shadowyA
Lasting bliss to you and meA
Colour only though it beA
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Now on the couch inwrapt in mistA
Of vapourized amethystA
Lie as in a rose's heartA
Secret things I will impartA
Any time you would receive themK
Easier though you will believe themK
In dissolving dreamy redA
Self same radiance that is shedA
From the summer heart of PoetA
Flushing those that never know itA
Tell me not the light thou viewestA
Is a false one 'tis the truestA
'Tis the light revealing wonderL
Filling all above and underL
If in light you make a schismM
'Tis the deepest in the prismM
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The room looks common but the fact isN
'Tis a cell of magic practiceO
So disguised by common daylightA
By its disenchanting grey lightA
Only spirit eyes mesmericH
See its glories esotericH
There that case against the wallB
Glowingly purpurealB
A piano to the prosyO
Not to us in twilight rosyO
'Tis a cave where Nereids lieB
Naiads Dryads Oreads sighB
Dreaming of the time when theyP
Danced in forest and in bayP
In that chest before your eyesO
Nature's self enchanted liesO
Awful hills and midnight woodsO
Sunny rains in solitudesO
Deserts of unbounded longingH
Blessed visions gladness throngingH
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All this globe of life unfoldethP
In phantom forms that coffer holdethP
True unseen for 'tis enchantedA
What is that but kept till wantedA
Do you hear that voice of singingH
'Tis the enchantress that is flingingH
Spells around her baby's riotA
Music's oil the waves to quietA
She at once can disenchant themK
To a lover's wish to grant themK
She can make the treasure casketA
Yield its riches as that basketA
Yielded up the gathered flowersO
Yet its mines and fields and bowersO
Full remain as mother EarthP
Never tired of giving birthP
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Do you doubt me Wait till nightA
Brings black hours and white delightA
Then as now your limbs outstretchingH
Yield yourself to her bewitchingH
She will bring a book of spellsO
Writ like crabbed oraclesO
Wherewith necromantic fingersO
Raise the ghosts of parted singersO
Straight your senses will be boundA
In a net of torrent soundA
For it is a silent fountainC
Fed by springs from unseen mountainC
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Till with gestures cabalisticH
Crossing lining figures mysticH
Diagram most mathematicH
Simple to these signs erraticH
O'er the seals her quick hands goingH
Loose the rills and set them flowingH
Pent up music rushing outA
Bathes thy spirit all aboutA
Spell bound nature freed againQ
Joyous revels in thy brainR
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On a mountain top you standA
Looking o'er a sunny landA
Giant forces marching slowB
Rank on rank the great hills goB
On and on without a stayP
Melting in the blue awayP
Wondrous light more wondrous shadingH
High relief in faintness fadingH
Branching streams like silver veinsO
Meet and part in dells and plainsO
There a woody hollow liesO
Dumb with love and bright with eyesO
Moorland tracks of broken groundA
Rising o'er it all aroundA
Traveller climbing from the groveS
Needs the tender heavens aboveT
Ah my pictured life you cryB
Fading into sea and skyB
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Lost in thought that gently grieves youU
All the fairy landscape leaves youU
Sinks the sadness into restA
Ripple like on water's breastA
Mother's bosom rests the daughterL
Grief the ripple Love the waterL
All the past is strangely blendedA
In a mist of colours splendidA
But chaotic as to formV
An unfeatured beauty stormV
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Wakes within the ancient mindA
For a gloriousness definedA
As she sought and knew your pleasureL
Wiling with a dancing measureL
Underneath your closed eyesO
She calls the shapes of clouded skiesO
White forms flushing hyacinthineR
Twine in curvings labyrinthineR
Seem with godlike graceful feetA
For such mazy motion meetA
To press from air each lambent noteA
On whose throbbing fire they floatA
With an airy wishful gaitA
On each others' motion waitA
Naked arms and vesture freeO
Fill up the dance of harmonyO
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Gone the measure polyhedralB
Springs aloft a high cathedralB
Every arch like praying armsO
Upward flung in love's alarmsO
Knit by clasped hands o'erheadA
Heaves to heaven the weight of dreadA
Underneath thee like a cloudA
Gathers music dim not loudA
Swells thy bosom with devotionR
Floats thee like a wave of oceanR
Vanishes the pile awayP
In heaven thou kneelest down to prayP
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Let the sounds but reach thy heartA
Straight thyself magician artA
Walkest open eyed through earthP
Seest wonders in their birthP
Whence they come and whither goB
Thou thyself exalted soB
Nature's consciousness wherebyB
On herself she turns her eyeB
Only heed thou worship GodA
Else thou stalkest on thy sodA
Puppet god of picture worldA
For thy foolish gaze unfurledA
Mirror thing of things below theeO
Thy own self can never know theeO
Not a high and holy actorL
A reflector and refractorL
Helpless in thy gift of lightA
Self consuming into nightA
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Lasting yet the roseate gloryO
I must hasten with my storyO
Of the little room's true featuresO
Seldom seen by mortal creaturesO
Lest my prophet vision fadingH
Leave me in the darkness wadingH
What are those upon the wallB
Ranged in rows symmetricalB
They are books an owl would sayP
But the owl's night is the dayP
Of these too if you have patienceO
I can give you revelationsO
Through the walls of Time and SightA
Doors they are to the InfiniteA
Through the limits that embrace usO
Openings to the eternal spacesO
Round us all the noisy dayP
Full of silences alwayP
Round us all the darksome nightA
Ever full of awful lightA
And though closed may still remind usO
There is mystery behind usO
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That my friend Now it is curiousO
You should hit upon the spuriousO
'Tis a blind a painted doorW
Knock at it for evermoreW
Never vision it affordsO
But its panelled gilded boardsO
Behind it lieth nought at allB
But the limy webby wallB
Oh no not a painted blockH
Not the less a printed mockH
A book 'tis true no whit the moreW
A revealing out going doorW
There are two or three such booksO
For a while in others' nooksO
Where they should no longer beO
But for reasons known to meO
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Do not open that one thoughB
It is real but if you goB
Careless to it as to danceO
You'll see nothing for your glanceO
Blankness deafness blindness dumbnessO
Soon will stare you to a numbnessO
No my friend it is not wiseO
To open doors into the skiesO
As into a little studyO
Where a feeble brain grows muddyO
Wait till night and you shall beO
Left alone with mysteryO
Light this lamp's white softened rayP
Another wonder by the wayP
Then with humble faith and prayerG
Ope the door with patient careG
Yours be calmness then and strengthP
For the sight you see at lengthP
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Sometimes after trying vainlyO
With much effort forced ungainlyO
To entice the rugged doorW
To yield up its wondrous loreW
With a sudden burst of thunderL
All its frame is dashed asunderL
The gulfy silence lightning fleetA
Shooteth hellward at thy feetA
Take thou heed lest evil terrorL
Snare thee in a downward errorL
Drag thee through the narrow gateA
Give thee up to windy fateA
To be blown for evermoreW
Up and down without a shoreW
For to shun the good as illB
Makes the evil bolder stillB
But oftener far the portal opesO
With the sound of coming hopesO
On the joy astonished eyesO
Awful heights of glory riseO
Mountains stars and dreadful spaceO
The Eternal's azure faceO
In storms of silence self is drownedA
Leaves the soul a gulf profoundA
Where new heavens and earth ariseO
Rolling seas and arching skiesO
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Gathers slow a vapour o'er theeO
From the ocean depths before theeO
Lo the vision all hath vanishedA
Thou art left alone and banishedA
Shut the door thou findest gropingH
Without chance of further opingH
Thou must wait until thy soulB
Rises nearer to its goalB
Till more childhood strength has givenR
Then approach this gate of HeavenR
It will open as beforeW
Yielding wonders yet in storeW
For thee if thou wilt turn to goodA
Things already understoodA
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Why I let such useless lumberL
Useful bookshelves so encumberL
I will tell thee for thy questionR
Of wonders brings me to the best oneR
There's a future wonder may beO
Sure a present magic babyO
Patience friend I know your looksO
What has that to do with booksO
With her sounds of molten speechX
Quick a parent's heart to reachX
Though uncoined to words sedateA
Or even to sounds articulateA
Yet sweeter than the music's flowingH
Which doth set her music goingH
Now our highest wonder dutyO
Is with this same wonder beautyO
How with culture high and steadyO
To unfold a magic ladyO
How to keep her full of wonderL
At all things above and underL
Her from childhood never partA
Change the brain but keep the heartA
She is God's child all the timeY
On all the hours the child must climbY
As on steps of shining stairsO
Leading up the path of prayersO
So one lesson from our looksO
Must be this to honour booksO
As a strange and mystic bandA
Which she cannot understandA
Scarce to touch them without fearJ
Never but when I am nearJ
As a priest to temple riteA
Leading in the acolyteA
But when she has older grownR
And can see a difference shownR
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She must learn 'tis not appearingH
Makes a book fit for reveringH
To distinguish and divideA
'Twixt the form and soul insideA
That a book is more than boardsO
Leaves and words in gathered hordesO
Which no greater good can do manR
Than the goblin hollow womanR
Or a pump without a wellB
Or priest without an oracleB
Form is worthless save it beO
Type of an infinityO
Sign of something present trueU
Though unopened to the viewU
Heady in its bosom holdingH
What it will be aye unfoldingH
Never uttering but in partA
From an unexhausted heartA
Sight convincing to her mindA
I will separate kind from kindA
Take those books though honoured by herL
Lay them on the study fireL
For their form's sake somewhat tenderL
Yet consume them to a cinderL
Years of reverence shall not save themK
From the greedy flames that crave themK
You shall see this slight ImmortalB
Half way yet within life's portalB
Gathering gladness she looks backH
Streams it forward on her trackH
Wanders ever in the danceO
Of her own sweet radianceO
Though the glory cease to burnR
Inward only it will turnR
Make her hidden being brightA
Make herself a lamp of lightA
And a second gate of birthP
Will take her to another earthP
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But my friend I've rattled plentyO
To suffice for mornings twentyO
And I must not toss you longerL
On this torrent waxing strongerL
Other things past contradictionR
Here would prove I spoke no fictionR
Did I lead them up choragicH
To reveal their nature magicH
There is that machine glass maskedA
With continual questions taskedA
Ticking with untiring rockH
It is called an eight day clockH
But to me the thing appearsO
Made for winding up the yearsO
Drawing on fast as it canR
The day when comes the Son of ManR
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On the sea the sunshine broodsO
And the shining tops of woodsO
We will leave these oraclesO
Finding others 'mid the hillsO

George Macdonald



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