The Lost Soul Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACBCDEFFDEAAGGG EEGGEEGHIIHIIEEEEJJ IKIIIKIKKIEKEKEKLMLM EEKKEEININOOPO ONONPPIIPO

Look look thereA
Send your eyes across the grayB
By my finger point awayB
Through the vaporous fumy airA
Beyond the air you see the darkC
Beyond the dark the dawning dayB
On its horizon pray you markC
Something like a ruined heapD
Of worlds half uncreated that go backE
Down all the grades through which they roseF
Up to harmonious life and law's reposeF
Back slow to the awful deepD
Of nothingness mere being's lackE
On its surface lone and bareA
Shapeless as a dumb despairA
Formless nameless something liesG
Can the vision in your eyesG
Its idea recognizeG
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'Tis a poor lost soul alackE
Half he lived some ages backE
But with hardly opened eyesG
Thinking him already wiseG
Down he sat and wrote a bookE
Drew his life into a nookE
Out of it would not ariseG
To peruse the letters dimH
Graven dark on his own wallsI
Those he judged were chance led scrawlsI
Or at best no use to himH
A lamp was there for reading theseI
This he trimmed sitting at easeI
For its aid to write his bookE
Never at his walls to lookE
Trimmed and trimmed to one faint sparkE
Which went out and left him darkE
I will try if he can hearJ
Spirit words with spirit earJ
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Motionless thing who onceI
Like him who cries to theeK
Hadst thy place with thy shining peersI
Thy changeful place in the changeless danceI
Issuing ever in radianceI
From the doors of the far eternityK
With feet that glitter and glide and glanceI
To the music law that binds the freeK
And sets the captive at libertyK
To the clang of the crystal spheresI
O heart for love O thirst to drinkE
From the wells that feed the seaK
O hands of truth a human linkE
'Twixt mine and the Father's kneeK
O eyes to see O soul to thinkE
O life the brother of meK
Has Infinitude sucked back allL
The individual life it gaveM
Boots it nothing to cry and callL
Is thy form an empty graveM
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It heareth not brothers the terrible thingE
Sounds no sense to its ear will bringE
Let us away 'tis no use to tarryK
Love no light to its heart will carryK
Sting it with words it will never shrinkE
It will not repent it cannot thinkE
Hath God forgotten it alasI
Lost in eternity's lumber roomN
Will the wind of his breathing never passI
Over it through the insensate gloomN
Like a frost killed bud on a tombstone curledO
Crumbling it lies on its crumbling worldO
Sightless and deaf with never a cryP
In the hell of its own vacuityO
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See see yon angel crossing our flightO
Where the thunder vapours loomN
From his upcast pinions flashing the lightO
Of some outbreaking doomN
Up brothers away a storm is nighP
Smite we the wing up a steeper skyP
What matters the hail or the clashing windsI
The thunder that buffets the lightning that blindsI
We know by the tempest we do not lieP
Dead in the pits of eternityO

George Macdonald



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