The Old Garden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFGF EHEH IEGE JKLK JEEE EEME NOJO A PQPQ BJEJ JRER JJEJ PJSJ ETET RUEU JJRJ A JJJJ EVWV JJJJ JXEX JYEY M EZRZ PRJR PA2PA2 ERPR JJPJ M JB2MB2 PXPX PJRJ PJEJ M RTMT PGPG GC2GC2 RVEV RJVJ M RVD2V GRJR GJEJ RGRGI | A |
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I stood in an ancient garden | B |
With high red walls around | C |
Over them grey and green lichens | D |
In shadowy arabesque wound | C |
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The topmost climbing blossoms | E |
On fields kine haunted looked out | F |
But within were shelter and shadow | G |
With daintiest odours about | F |
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There were alleys and lurking arbours | E |
Deep glooms into which to dive | H |
The lawns were as soft as fleeces | E |
Of daisies I counted but five | H |
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The sun dial was so aged | I |
It had gathered a thoughtful grace | E |
'Twas the round about of the shadow | G |
That so had furrowed its face | E |
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The flowers were all of the oldest | J |
That ever in garden sprung | K |
Red and blood red and dark purple | L |
The rose lamps flaming hung | K |
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Along the borders fringed | J |
With broad thick edges of box | E |
Stood foxgloves and gorgeous poppies | E |
And great eyed hollyhocks | E |
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There were junipers trimmed into castles | E |
And ash trees bowed into tents | E |
For the garden though ancient and pensive | M |
Still wore quaint ornaments | E |
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It was all so stately fantastic | N |
Its old wind hardly would stir | O |
Young Spring when she merrily entered | J |
Scarce felt it a place for her | O |
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II | A |
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I stood in the summer morning | P |
Under a cavernous yew | Q |
The sun was gently climbing | P |
And the scents rose after the dew | Q |
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I saw the wise old mansion | B |
Like a cow in the noon day heat | J |
Stand in a lake of shadows | E |
That rippled about its feet | J |
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Its windows were oriel and latticed | J |
Lowly and wide and fair | R |
And its chimneys like clustered pillars | E |
Stood up in the thin blue air | R |
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White doves like the thoughts of a lady | J |
Haunted it all about | J |
With a train of green and blue comets | E |
The peacock went marching stout | J |
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The birds in the trees were singing | P |
A song as old as the world | J |
Of love and green leaves and sunshine | S |
And winter folded and furled | J |
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They sang that never was sadness | E |
But it melted and passed away | T |
They sang that never was darkness | E |
But in came the conquering day | T |
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And I knew that a maiden somewhere | R |
In a low oak panelled room | U |
In a nimbus of shining garments | E |
An aureole of white browed bloom | U |
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Looked out on the garden dreamy | J |
And knew not it was old | J |
Looked past the gray and the sombre | R |
Saw but the green and the gold | J |
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III | A |
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I stood in the gathering twilight | J |
In a gently blowing wind | J |
Then the house looked half uneasy | J |
Like one that was left behind | J |
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The roses had lost their redness | E |
And cold the grass had grown | V |
At roost were the pigeons and peacock | W |
The sun dial seemed a head stone | V |
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The world by the gathering twilight | J |
In a gauzy dusk was clad | J |
Something went into my spirit | J |
And made me a little sad | J |
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Grew and gathered the twilight | J |
It filled my heart and brain | X |
The sadness grew more than sadness | E |
It turned to a gentle pain | X |
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Browned and brooded the twilight | J |
Pervaded absorbed the calm | Y |
Till it seemed for some human sorrows | E |
There could not be any balm | Y |
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IV | M |
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Then I knew that up a staircase | E |
Which untrod will yet creak and shake | Z |
Deep in a distant chamber | R |
A ghost was coming awake | Z |
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In the growing darkness growing | P |
Growing till her eyes appear | R |
Like spots of a deeper twilight | J |
But more transparent clear | R |
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Thin as hot air up trembling | P |
Thin as sun molten crape | A2 |
An ethereal shadow of something | P |
Is taking a certain shape | A2 |
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A shape whose hands hang listless | E |
Let hang its disordered hair | R |
A shape whose bosom is heaving | P |
But draws not in the air | R |
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And I know what time the moonlight | J |
On her nest of shadows will sit | J |
Out on the dim lawn gliding | P |
That shadowy shadow will flit | J |
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V | M |
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The moon is dreaming upward | J |
From a sea of cloud and gleam | B2 |
She looks as if she had seen me | M |
Never but in a dream | B2 |
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Down the stair I know she is coming | P |
Bare footed lifting her train | X |
It creaks not she hears it creaking | P |
Where once there was a brain | X |
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Out at yon side door she's coming | P |
With a timid glance right and left | J |
Her look is hopeless yet eager | R |
The look of a heart bereft | J |
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Across the lawn she is flitting | P |
Her thin gown feels the wind | J |
Are her white feet bending the grasses | E |
Her hair is lifted behind | J |
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VI | M |
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Shall I stay to look on her nearer | R |
Would she start and vanish away | T |
Oh no she will never see me | M |
Stand I near as I may | T |
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It is not this wind she is feeling | P |
Not this cool grass below | G |
'Tis the wind and the grass of an evening | P |
A hundred years ago | G |
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She sees no roses darkling | G |
No stately hollyhocks dim | C2 |
She is only thinking and dreaming | G |
The garden the night and him | C2 |
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The unlit windows behind her | R |
The timeless dial stone | V |
The trees and the moon and the shadows | E |
A hundred years agone | V |
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'Tis a night for a ghostly lover | R |
To haunt the best loved spot | J |
Is he come in his dreams to this garden | V |
I gaze but I see him not | J |
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VII | M |
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I will not look on her nearer | R |
My heart would be torn in twain | V |
From my eyes the garden would vanish | D2 |
In the falling of their rain | V |
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I will not look on a sorrow | G |
That darkens into despair | R |
On the surge of a heart that cannot | J |
Yet cannot cease to bear | R |
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My soul to hers would be calling | G |
She would hear no word it said | J |
If I cried aloud in the stillness | E |
She would never turn her head | J |
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She is dreaming the sky above her | R |
She is dreaming the earth below | G |
This night she lost her lover | R |
A hundred years ago | G |
George Macdonald
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