The Souls' Rising Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEG HIHJ KKLLMMNN OOPPFG QRQRSTRTUVWVJTJTXYXY ZCZC JA2JA2B2TTB2C2C2D2D2 E2E2 F2F2G2G2H2LI2H2J2LJ2 F2F2K2K2 L2M2L2M2EEN2N2K2K2O2 O2P2P2JJRRF2YF2Y F2F2Q2Q2R2S2Q2T2T2TT OOU2U2 YYV2V2F2F2KKW2D2W2D2 X2X2See how the storm of life ascends | A |
Up through the shadow of the world | B |
Beyond our gaze the line extends | A |
Like wreaths of vapour tempest hurled | B |
Grasp tighter brother lest the storm | C |
Should sweep us down from where we stand | D |
And we may catch some human form | C |
We know amongst the straining band | D |
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See see in yonder misty cloud | E |
One whirlwind sweep and we shall hear | F |
The voice that waxes yet more loud | E |
And louder still approaching near | G |
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Tremble not brother fear not thou | H |
For yonder wild and mystic strain | I |
Will bring before us strangely now | H |
The visions of our youth again | J |
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Listen oh listen | K |
See how its eyeballs roll and glisten | K |
With a wild and fearful stare | L |
Upwards through the shining air | L |
Or backwards with averted look | M |
As a child were gazing at a book | M |
Full of tales of fear and dread | N |
When the thick night wind came hollow and dead | N |
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Round about it wavering and light | O |
As the moths flock round a candle at night | O |
A crowd of phantoms sheeted and dumb | P |
Strain to its words as they shrilly come | P |
Brother my brother dost thou hear | F |
They pierce through the tumult sharp and clear | G |
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The rush of speed is on my soul | Q |
My eyes are blind with things I see | R |
I cannot grasp the awful whole | Q |
I cannot gird the mystery | R |
The mountains sweep like mist away | S |
The great sea shakes like flakes of fire | T |
The rush of things I cannot see | R |
Is mounting upward higher and higher | T |
Oh life was still and full of calm | U |
In yonder spot of earthly ground | V |
But now it rolls a thunder psalm | W |
Its voices drown my ear in sound | V |
Would God I were a child again | J |
To nurse the seeds of faith and power | T |
I might have clasped in wisdom then | J |
A wing to beat this awful hour | T |
The dullest things would take my marks | X |
They took my marks like drifted snow | Y |
God how the footsteps rise in sparks | X |
Rise like myself and onward go | Y |
Have pity O ye driving things | Z |
That once like me had human form | C |
For I am driven for lack of wings | Z |
A shreddy cloud before the storm | C |
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How its words went through me then | J |
Like a long forgotten pang | A2 |
Till the storm's embrace again | J |
Swept it far with sudden clang | A2 |
Ah methinks I see it still | B2 |
Let us follow it my brother | T |
Keeping close to one another | T |
Blessing God for might of will | B2 |
Closer closer side by side | C2 |
Ours are wings that deftly glide | C2 |
Upwards downwards and crosswise | D2 |
Flashing past our ears and eyes | D2 |
Splitting up the comet tracks | E2 |
With a whirlwind at our backs | E2 |
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How the sky is blackening | F2 |
Yet the race is never slackening | F2 |
Swift continual and strong | G2 |
Streams the torrent slope along | G2 |
Like a tidal surge of faces | H2 |
Molten into one despair | L |
Each the other now displaces | I2 |
A continual whirl of spaces | H2 |
Ah my fainting eyesight reels | J2 |
As I strive in vain to stare | L |
On a thousand turning wheels | J2 |
Dimly in the gloom descending | F2 |
Faces with each other blending | F2 |
Let us beat the vapours back | K2 |
We are yet upon his track | K2 |
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Didst thou see a spirit halt | L2 |
Upright on a cloudy peak | M2 |
As the lightning's horrid fault | L2 |
Smote a gash into the cheek | M2 |
Of the grinning thunder cloud | E |
Which doth still besiege and crowd | E |
Upward from the nether pits | N2 |
Where the monster Chaos sits | N2 |
Building o'er the fleeing rack | K2 |
Roofs of thunder long and black | K2 |
Yes I see it I will shout | O2 |
Till I stop the horrid rout | O2 |
Ho ho spirit phantom tell | P2 |
Is thy path to heaven or hell | P2 |
We would hear thee yet again | J |
What thy standing amongst men | J |
What thy former history | R |
And thy hope of things to be | R |
Wisdom still we gain from hearing | F2 |
We would know we would know | Y |
Whither thou art steering | F2 |
Unto weal or woe | Y |
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Ah I cannot hear it speaking | F2 |
Yet it seems as it were seeking | F2 |
Through our eyes our souls to reach | Q2 |
With a quaint mysterious speech | Q2 |
As with stretched and crossing palms | R2 |
One were tracing diagrams | S2 |
On the ebbing of the beach | Q2 |
Till with wild unmeasured dance | T2 |
All the tiptoe waves advance | T2 |
Seize him by the shoulder cover | T |
Turn him up and toss him over | T |
He is vanished from our sight | O |
Nothing mars the quiet night | O |
Save a speck of gloom afar | U2 |
Like the ruin of a star | U2 |
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Brother streams it ever so | Y |
Such a torrent tide of woe | Y |
Ah I know not let us haste | V2 |
Upwards from this dreary waste | V2 |
Up to where like music flowing | F2 |
Gentler feet are ever going | F2 |
Streams of life encircling run | K |
Round about the spirit sun | K |
Up beyond the storm and rush | W2 |
With our lesson let us rise | D2 |
Lo the morning's golden flush | W2 |
Meets us midway in the skies | D2 |
Perished all the dream and strife | X2 |
Death is swallowed up of Life | X2 |
George Macdonald
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