To My Mother Earth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGF HIHI JKJK JBJB LMLM NBNB OPOP BQBQ RSRS MTMT MUMU VMWM XYXY SBSB MZMZ MA2MA2 B2C2B2C2 FD2FD2 MMMM ME2ME2 F2MF2M G2H2G2I2 J2BJ2BO Earth Earth Earth | A |
I am dying for love of thee | B |
For thou hast given me birth | A |
And thy hands have tended me | B |
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I would fall asleep on thy breast | C |
When its swelling folds are bare | D |
When the thrush dreams of its nest | C |
And the life of its joy in the air | D |
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When thy life is a vanished ghost | E |
And the glory hath left thy waves | F |
When thine eye is blind with frost | G |
And the fog sits on the graves | F |
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When the blasts are shivering about | H |
And the rain thy branches beats | I |
When the damps of death are out | H |
And the mourners are in the streets | I |
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Oh my sleep should be deep | J |
In the arms of thy swiftening motion | K |
And my dirge the mystic sweep | J |
Of the winds that nurse the ocean | K |
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And my eye would slowly ope | J |
With the voice that awakens thee | B |
And runs like a glance of hope | J |
Up through the quickening tree | B |
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When the roots of the lonely fir | L |
Are dipt in thy veining heat | M |
And thy countless atoms stir | L |
With the gather of mossy feet | M |
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When the sun's great censer swings | N |
In the hands that always be | B |
And the mists from thy watery rings | N |
Go up like dust from the sea | B |
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When the midnight airs are assembling | O |
With a gush in thy whispering halls | P |
And the leafy air is trembling | O |
Like a stream before it falls | P |
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Thy shadowy hand hath found me | B |
On the drifts of the Godhead's will | Q |
And thy dust hath risen around me | B |
With a life that guards me still | Q |
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O Earth I have caught from thine | R |
The pulse of a mystic chase | S |
O Earth I have drunk like wine | R |
The life of thy swiftening race | S |
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Wilt miss me mother sweet | M |
A life in thy milky veins | T |
Wilt miss the sound of my feet | M |
In the tramp that shakes thy plains | T |
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When the jaws of darkness rend | M |
And the vapours fold away | U |
And the sounds of life ascend | M |
Like dust in the blinding day | U |
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I would know thy silver strain | V |
In the shouts of the starry crowd | M |
When the souls of thy changing men | W |
Rise up like an incense cloud | M |
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I would know thy brightening lobes | X |
And the lap of thy watery bars | Y |
Though space were choked with globes | X |
And the night were blind with stars | Y |
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From the folds of my unknown place | S |
When my soul is glad and free | B |
I will slide by my God's sweet grace | S |
And hang like a cloud on thee | B |
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When the pale moon sits at night | M |
By the brink of her shining well | Z |
Laving the rings of her widening light | M |
On the slopes of the weltering swell | Z |
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I will fall like a wind from the west | M |
On the locks of thy prancing streams | A2 |
And sow the fields of thy rest | M |
With handfuls of sweet young dreams | A2 |
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When the sound of thy children's cry | B2 |
Hath stricken thy gladness dumb | C2 |
I will kindle thine upward eye | B2 |
With a laugh from the years that come | C2 |
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Far above where the loud wind raves | F |
On a wing as still as snow | D2 |
I will watch the grind of the curly waves | F |
As they bite the coasts below | D2 |
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When the shining ranks of the frost | M |
Draw down on the glistening wold | M |
In the mail of a fairy host | M |
And the earth is mossed with cold | M |
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Till the plates that shine about | M |
Close up with a filmy din | E2 |
Till the air is frozen out | M |
And the stars are frozen in | E2 |
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I will often stoop to range | F2 |
On the fields where my youth was spent | M |
And my feet shall smite the cliffs of change | F2 |
With the rush of a steep descent | M |
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And my glowing soul shall burn | G2 |
With a love that knows no pall | H2 |
And my eye of worship turn | G2 |
Upon him that fashioned all | I2 |
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When the sounding waves of strife | J2 |
Have died on the Godhead's sea | B |
And thy life is a purer life | J2 |
That nurses a life in me | B |
George Macdonald
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