Poet George Macdonald

George Macdonald

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Sunday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDC EFEEF GHGGH IJIIJ KGKKG GLGGL MGMMG HNHHN OPOOP JGJJG QPQQP PRPPR PGPPG SPSSP GTGGT UPUUP GQGGQ VGVVG WJXWJ

DECEMBERA
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A dim vague shrinking haunts my soulB
My spirit bodeth illC
As some far off restraining bankD
Had burst and waters many a rankD
Were marching on my hillC
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As if I had no fire withinE
For thoughts to sit aboutF
As if I had no flax to spinE
No lamp to lure the good things inE
And keep the bad things outF
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The wind south west raves in the pinesG
That guard my cottage roundH
The sea waves fall in stormy linesG
Below the sandy cliffs and chinesG
And swell the roaring soundH
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The misty air the bellowing windI
Not often trouble meJ
The storm that's outside of the mindI
Doth oftener wake my heart to findI
More peace and libertyJ
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Why is not such my fate to nightK
Chance is not lord of thingsG
Man were indeed a hapless wightK
Things thoughts occurring as they mightK
Chaotic wallowingsG
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The man of moods might merely sayG
As by the fire he satL
I am low spirited to dayG
I must do something work or playG
Lest care should kill the catL
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Not such my saw I was not meantM
To be the sport of thingsG
The mood has meaning and intentM
And my dull heart is humbly bentM
To have the truth it bringsG
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This sense of needed shelter roundH
This frequent mental startN
Show what a poor life mine were foundH
To what a dead self I were boundH
How feeble were my heartN
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If I who think did stand aloneO
Centre to what I thoughtP
A brain within a box of boneO
A king on a deserted throneO
A something that was noughtP
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A being without power to beJ
Or any power to ceaseG
Whom objects but compelled to seeJ
Whose trouble was a windblown seaJ
A windless sea his peaceG
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This very sadness makes me thinkQ
How readily I mightP
Be driven to reason's farthest brinkQ
Then over it and sudden sinkQ
In ghastly waves of nightP
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It makes me know when I am gladP
'Tis thy strength makes me strongR
But for thy bliss I should be sadP
But for thy reason should be madP
But for thy right be wrongR
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Around me spreads no empty wasteP
No lordless host of thingsG
My restlessness but seeks thy restP
My little good doth seek thy bestP
My needs thy ministeringsG
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'Tis this this only makes me safeS
I am immediateP
Of one that lives I am no waifS
That haggard waters toss and chafeS
But of a royal fateP
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The born child of a Power that livesG
Because it will and canT
A Love whose slightest motion givesG
A Freedom that forever strivesG
To liberate his ManT
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I live not on the circling airU
Live not by daily foodP
I live not even by thinkings fairU
I hold my very being thereU
Where God is pondering goodP
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Because God lives I live becauseG
He thinks I also thinkQ
I am dependent on no lawsG
But on himself and without pauseG
Between us hangs no linkQ
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The man that lives he knows not howV
May well fear any mouseG
I should be trembling this same nowV
If I did think my Father thouV
Wast nowhere in the houseG
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O Father lift me on thine armW
And hold me close to theeJ
Lift me into thy breathing warmX
Then cast me and I fear no harmW
Into creation's seaJ

George Macdonald



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