Sunday, December 28, 1879 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCB DEDDE FGFFG HIHHI JFJJF FKFFK LFLLF GMGGM NONNO IFIIF POPPO OQOOQ OFOOF RORRO FSFFS TOTTO FPFFP UFUUF VIWVI| A dim vague shrinking haunts my soul | A |
| My spirit bodeth ill | B |
| As some far off restraining bank | C |
| Had burst and waters many a rank | C |
| Were marching on my hill | B |
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| As if I had no fire within | D |
| For thoughts to sit about | E |
| As if I had no flax to spin | D |
| No lamp to lure the good things in | D |
| And keep the bad things out | E |
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| The wind south west raves in the pines | F |
| That guard my cottage round | G |
| The sea waves fall in stormy lines | F |
| Below the sandy cliffs and chines | F |
| And swell the roaring sound | G |
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| The misty air the bellowing wind | H |
| Not often trouble me | I |
| The storm that's outside of the mind | H |
| Doth oftener wake my heart to find | H |
| More peace and liberty | I |
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| Why is not such my fate to night | J |
| Chance is not lord of things | F |
| Man were indeed a hapless wight | J |
| Things thoughts occurring as they might | J |
| Chaotic wallowings | F |
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| The man of moods might merely say | F |
| As by the fire he sat | K |
| I am low spirited to day | F |
| I must do something work or play | F |
| Lest care should kill the cat | K |
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| Not such my saw I was not meant | L |
| To be the sport of things | F |
| The mood has meaning and intent | L |
| And my dull heart is humbly bent | L |
| To have the truth it brings | F |
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| This sense of needed shelter round | G |
| This frequent mental start | M |
| Show what a poor life mine were found | G |
| To what a dead self I were bound | G |
| How feeble were my heart | M |
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| If I who think did stand alone | N |
| Centre to what I thought | O |
| A brain within a box of bone | N |
| A king on a deserted throne | N |
| A something that was nought | O |
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| A being without power to be | I |
| Or any power to cease | F |
| Whom objects but compelled to see | I |
| Whose trouble was a windblown sea | I |
| A windless sea his peace | F |
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| This very sadness makes me think | P |
| How readily I might | O |
| Be driven to reason's farthest brink | P |
| Then over it and sudden sink | P |
| In ghastly waves of night | O |
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| It makes me know when I am glad | O |
| 'Tis thy strength makes me strong | Q |
| But for thy bliss I should be sad | O |
| But for thy reason should be mad | O |
| But for thy right be wrong | Q |
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| Around me spreads no empty waste | O |
| No lordless host of things | F |
| My restlessness but seeks thy rest | O |
| My little good doth seek thy best | O |
| My needs thy ministerings | F |
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| 'Tis this this only makes me safe | R |
| I am immediate | O |
| Of one that lives I am no waif | R |
| That haggard waters toss and chafe | R |
| But of a royal fate | O |
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| The born child of a Power that lives | F |
| Because it will and can | S |
| A Love whose slightest motion gives | F |
| A Freedom that forever strives | F |
| To liberate his Man | S |
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| I live not on the circling air | T |
| Live not by daily food | O |
| I live not even by thinkings fair | T |
| I hold my very being there | T |
| Where God is pondering good | O |
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| Because God lives I live because | F |
| He thinks I also think | P |
| I am dependent on no laws | F |
| But on himself and without pause | F |
| Between us hangs no link | P |
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| The man that lives he knows not how | U |
| May well fear any mouse | F |
| I should be trembling this same now | U |
| If I did think my Father thou | U |
| Wast nowhere in the house | F |
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| O Father lift me on thine arm | V |
| And hold me close to thee | I |
| Lift me into thy breathing warm | W |
| Then cast me and I fear no harm | V |
| Into creation's sea | I |
George Macdonald
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