My Two Geniuses Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBCCDEFEFGF A HIIHHJJHKLMLLK A LGNLLEGLOPOPPOI | A |
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One is a slow and melancholy maid | B |
I know riot if she cometh from the skies | C |
Or from the sleepy gulfs but she will rise | C |
Often before me in the twilight shade | B |
Holding a bunch of poppies and a blade | B |
Of springing wheat prostrate my body lies | C |
Before her on the turf the while she ties | C |
A fillet of the weed about my head | D |
And in the gaps of sleep I seem to hear | E |
A gentle rustle like the stir of corn | F |
And words like odours thronging to my ear | E |
Lie still beloved still until the morn | F |
Lie still with me upon this rolling sphere | G |
Still till the judgment thou art faint and worn | F |
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II | A |
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The other meets me in the public throng | H |
Her hair streams backward from her loose attire | I |
She hath a trumpet and an eye of fire | I |
She points me downward steadily and long | H |
There is thy grave arise my son be strong | H |
Hands are upon thy crown awake aspire | J |
To immortality heed not the lyre | J |
Of the Enchantress nor her poppy song | H |
But in the stillness of the summer calm | K |
Tremble for what is Godlike in thy being | L |
Listen a while and thou shall hear the psalm | M |
Of victory sung by creatures past thy seeing | L |
And from far battle fields there comes the neighing | L |
Of dreadful onset though the air is balm | K |
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III | A |
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Maid with the poppies must I let thee go | L |
Alas I may not thou art likewise dear | G |
I am but human and thou hast a tear | N |
When she hath nought but splendour and the glow | L |
Of a wild energy that mocks the flow | L |
Of the poor sympathies which keep us here | E |
Lay past thy poppies and come twice as near | G |
And I will teach thee and thou too shalt grow | L |
And thou shalt walk with me in open day | O |
Through the rough thoroughfares with quiet grace | P |
And the wild visaged maid shall lead the way | O |
Timing her footsteps to a gentler pace | P |
As her great orbs turn ever on thy face | P |
Drinking in draughts of loving help alway | O |
George Macdonald
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