The Haunted House Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEEFFCBBD G HHIIJKKLLIIIMM G LLNNIINNNIINNN F OFFOFPPFFQQRROOOOSTU UVVNN F WWXOOOXYZOZEEA2B2EB2 C2D2C2D2 F D2B2D2D2B2B2E2E2OOFF F2NND2D2G2D2FFF2G2B2 B2B2B2B2 F H2I2H2OI2J2J2OK2J2K2 D2D2 F L2L2D2D2D2D2F2F2M2M2 B2B2 J2 OORRN2N2OOFFD2D2F2F2 O2O2D2D2P2D2P2FFD2ZZ Q2Q2Q2Q2 J2 R2R2R2D2D2FFD2D2 F P2P2D2D2D2OOJ2J2 J2 OBOBJ2P2B2P2P2P2F2F2 D2D2OOS2S2D2D2F2O| Suggested by a drawing of Thomas Moran the American painter | A |
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| This must be the very night | B |
| The moon knows it and the trees | C |
| They stand straight upright | B |
| Each a sentinel drawn up | D |
| As if they dared not know | E |
| Which way the wind might blow | E |
| The very pool with dead gray eye | F |
| Dully expectant feels it nigh | F |
| And begins to curdle and freeze | C |
| And the dark night | B |
| With its fringe of light | B |
| Holds the secret in its cup | D |
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| II | G |
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| What can it be to make | H |
| The poplars cease to shiver and shake | H |
| And up in the dismal air | I |
| Stand straight and stiff as the human hair | I |
| When the human soul is dizzy with dread | J |
| All but those two that strain | K |
| Aside in a frenzy of speechless pain | K |
| Though never a wind sends out a breath | L |
| To tunnel the foggy rheum of death | L |
| What can it be has power to scare | I |
| The full grown moon to the idiot stare | I |
| Of a blasted eye in the midnight air | I |
| Something has gone wrong | M |
| A scream will come tearing out ere long | M |
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| III | G |
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| Still as death | L |
| Although I listen with bated breath | L |
| Yet something is coming I know is coming | N |
| With an inward soundless humming | N |
| Somewhere in me or if in the air | I |
| I cannot tell but it is there | I |
| Marching on to an unheard drumming | N |
| Something is coming coming | N |
| Growing and coming | N |
| And the moon is aware | I |
| Aghast in the air | I |
| At the thing that is only coming | N |
| With an inward soundless humming | N |
| And an unheard spectral drumming | N |
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| IV | F |
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| Nothing to see and nothing to hear | O |
| Only across the inner sky | F |
| The wing of a shadowy thought flits by | F |
| Vague and featureless faceless drear | O |
| Only a thinness to catch the eye | F |
| Is it a dim foreboding unborn | P |
| Or a buried memory wasted and worn | P |
| As the fading frost of a wintry sigh | F |
| Anon I shall have it anon it draws nigh | F |
| A night when a something it was took place | Q |
| That drove the blood from that scared moon face | Q |
| Hark was that the cry of a goat | R |
| Or the gurgle of water in a throat | R |
| Hush there is nothing to see or hear | O |
| Only a silent something is near | O |
| No knock no footsteps three or four | O |
| Only a presence outside the door | O |
| See the moon is remembering what | S |
| The wail of a mother left lie alone brat | T |
| Or a raven sharpening its beak to peck | U |
| Or a cold blue knife and a warm white neck | U |
| Or only a heart that burst and ceased | V |
| For a man that went away released | V |
| I know not know not but something is coming | N |
| Somehow back with an inward humming | N |
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| V | F |
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| Ha look there look at that house | W |
| Forsaken of all things beetle and mouse | W |
| Mark how it looks It must have a soul | X |
| It looks it looks though it cannot stir | O |
| See the ribs of it how they stare | O |
| Its blind eyes yet have a seeing air | O |
| It knows it has a soul | X |
| Haggard it hangs o'er the slimy pool | Y |
| And gapes wide open as corpses gape | Z |
| It is the very murderer | O |
| The ghost has modelled himself to the shape | Z |
| Of this drear house all sodden with woe | E |
| Where the deed was done long long ago | E |
| And filled with himself his new body full | A2 |
| To haunt for ever his ghastly crime | B2 |
| And see it come and go | E |
| Brooding around it like motionless time | B2 |
| With a mouth that gapes and eyes that yawn | C2 |
| Blear and blintering and full of the moon | D2 |
| Like one aghast at a hellish dawn | C2 |
| The deed the deed it is coming soon | D2 |
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| VI | F |
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| For ever and always when round the tune | D2 |
| Grinds on the barrel of organ Time | B2 |
| The deed is done And it comes anon | D2 |
| True to the roll of the clock faced moon | D2 |
| True to the ring of the spheric chime | B2 |
| True to the cosmic rhythm and rime | B2 |
| Every point as it first fell out | E2 |
| Will come and go in the fearsome bout | E2 |
| See palsied with horror from garret to core | O |
| The house cannot shut its gaping door | O |
| Its burst eye stares as if trying to see | F |
| And it leans as if settling heavily | F |
| Settling heavy with sickness dull | F2 |
| It also is hearing the soundless humming | N |
| Of the wheel that is turning the thing that is coming | N |
| On the naked rafters of its brain | D2 |
| Gaunt and wintred see the train | D2 |
| Of gossiping scandal mongering crows | G2 |
| That watch all silent with necks a strain | D2 |
| Wickedly knowing with heads awry | F |
| And the sharpened gleam of a cunning eye | F |
| Watch through the cracks of the ruined skull | F2 |
| How the evil business goes | G2 |
| Beyond the eyes of the cherubim | B2 |
| Beyond the ears of the seraphim | B2 |
| Outside forsaken in the dim | B2 |
| Phantom haunted chaos grim | B2 |
| He stands with the deed going on in him | B2 |
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| VII | F |
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| O winds winds that lurk and peep | H2 |
| Under the edge of the moony fringe | I2 |
| O winds winds up and sweep | H2 |
| Up and blow and billow the air | O |
| Billow the air with blow and swinge | I2 |
| Rend me this ghastly house of groans | J2 |
| Rend and scatter the skeleton's bones | J2 |
| Over the deserts and mountains bare | O |
| Blast and hurl and shiver aside | K2 |
| Nailed sticks and mortared stones | J2 |
| Clear the phantom with torrent and tide | K2 |
| Out of the moon and out of my brain | D2 |
| That the light may fall shadowless in again | D2 |
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| VIII | F |
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| But alas then the ghost | L2 |
| O'er mountain and coast | L2 |
| Would go roaming roaming and never was swine | D2 |
| That grubbing and talking with snork and whine | D2 |
| On Gadarene mountains had taken him in | D2 |
| But would rush to the lake to unhouse the sin | D2 |
| For any charnel | F2 |
| This ghost is too carnal | F2 |
| There is no volcano burnt out and cold | M2 |
| Whose very ashes are gray and old | M2 |
| But would cast him forth in reviving flame | B2 |
| To blister the sky with a smudge of shame | B2 |
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| IX | J2 |
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| Is there no help none anywhere | O |
| Under the earth or above the air | O |
| Come sad woman whose tender throat | R |
| Has a red lipped mouth that can sing no note | R |
| Child whose midwife the third grim Fate | N2 |
| Shears in hand thy coming did wait | N2 |
| Father with blood bedabbled hair | O |
| Mother all withered with love's despair | O |
| Come broken heart whatever thou be | F |
| Hasten to help this misery | F |
| Thou wast only murdered or left forlorn | D2 |
| He is a horror a hate a scorn | D2 |
| Come if out of the holiest blue | F2 |
| That the sapphire throne shines through | F2 |
| For pity come though thy fair feet stand | O2 |
| Next to the elder band | O2 |
| Fling thy harp on the hyaline | D2 |
| Hurry thee down the spheres divine | D2 |
| Come and drive those ravens away | P2 |
| Cover his eyes from the pitiless moon | D2 |
| Shadow his brain from her stinging spray | P2 |
| Droop around him a tent of love | F |
| An odour of grace a fanning dove | F |
| Walk through the house with the healing tune | D2 |
| Of gentle footsteps banish the shape | Z |
| Remorse calls up thyself to ape | Z |
| Comfort him dear with pardon sweet | Q2 |
| Cool his heart from its burning heat | Q2 |
| With the water of life that laves the feet | Q2 |
| Of the throne of God and the holy street | Q2 |
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| X | J2 |
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| O God he is but a living blot | R2 |
| Yet he lives by thee for if thou wast not | R2 |
| They would vanish together self forgot | R2 |
| He and his crime one breathing blown | D2 |
| From thy spirit on his would all atone | D2 |
| Scatter the horror and bring relief | F |
| In an amber dawn of holy grief | F |
| God give him sorrow arise from within | D2 |
| His primal being deeper than sin | D2 |
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| XI | F |
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| Why do I tremble a creature at bay | P2 |
| 'Tis but a dream I drive it away | P2 |
| Back comes my breath and my heart again | D2 |
| Pumps the red blood to my fainting brain | D2 |
| Released from the nightmare's nine fold train | D2 |
| God is in heaven yes everywhere | O |
| And Love the all shining will kill Despair | O |
| To the wall's blank eyeless space | J2 |
| I turn the picture's face | J2 |
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| XII | J2 |
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| But why is the moon so bare up there | O |
| And why is she so white | B |
| And why does the moon so stare up there | O |
| Strangely stare out of the night | B |
| Why stand up the poplars | J2 |
| That still way | P2 |
| And why do those two of them | B2 |
| Start astray | P2 |
| And out of the black why hangs the gray | P2 |
| Why does it hang down so I say | P2 |
| Over that house like a fringed pall | F2 |
| Where the dead goes by in a funeral | F2 |
| Soul of mine | D2 |
| Thou the reason canst divine | D2 |
| Into thee the moon doth stare | O |
| With pallid terror smitten air | O |
| Thou and the Horror lonely stark | S2 |
| Outcast of eternal dark | S2 |
| Are in nature same and one | D2 |
| And thy story is not done | D2 |
| So let the picture face thee from the wall | F2 |
| And let its white moon stare | O |
George Macdonald
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