The Wakeful Sleeper Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDEFFE GGHIIH JJBKKB LLBMMB NNEJJE OOEOOE OOEPPE QQQOOQ RSBTTB

When things are holding wonted paceA
In wonted paths without a traceA
Or hint of neighbouring wonderB
Sometimes from other realms a toneC
A scent a vision swift aloneC
Breaks common life asunderB
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Howe'er it comes whate'er its doorD
It makes you ponder something moreD
Unseen with seen things linkingE
To neighbours met one festive nightF
Was given a quaint and lovely sightF
That set some of them thinkingE
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They stand in music's fetters boundG
By a clear brook of warbled soundG
A canzonet of HaydnH
When the door slowly comes ajarI
A little further just as farI
As shows a tiny maidenH
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Softly she enters her pink toesJ
Daintily peeping as she goesJ
Her long nightgown from underB
The varied mien the questioning lookK
Were worth a picture but she tookK
No notice of their wonderB
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They made a path and she went throughL
She had her little chair in viewL
Close by the chimney cornerB
She turned sat down before them allM
Stately as princess at a ballM
And silent as a mournerB
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Then looking closer yet they spyN
What mazedness hid from every eyeN
As ghost like she came creepingE
They see that though sweet little RoseJ
Her settled way unerring goesJ
Plainly the child is sleepingE
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Play on sing on the mother saidO
Oft music draws her from her bedO
Dumb Echo she sat listeningE
Over her face the sweet concentO
Like winds o'er placid waters wentO
Her cheeks like eyes were glisteningE
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Her hands tight clasped her bent knees holdO
Like long grass drooping on the woldO
Her sightless head is bendingE
She sits all ears and drinks her fillP
Then rising goes sedate and stillP
On silent white feet wendingE
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Surely while she was listening soQ
Glad thoughts in her went to and froQ
Preparing her 'gainst sorrowQ
And ripening faith for that sure dayO
When earnest first looks out of playO
And thought out of to morrowQ
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She will not know from what fair skiesR
Troop hopes to front anxietiesS
In what far fields they gatherB
Until she knows that even in sleepT
Yea in the dark of trouble deepT
The child is with the FatherB

George Macdonald



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