A Faith On Trial Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCDBDEFGEFGHIFH JIKJIGKLMGNJONMOGPQP QPGRSGRSTUTVUVVAVAWX VXVVWVVYXVYPZA2VPA2Z CXWPB2ZXWZAPFAC2D2C2 ZD2ZFPFE2PZE2 F2PG2H2I2G2PI2F2J2K2 J2F2K2RL2M2RM2 RPRL2F2PRF2PN2O2P2N2 Q2O2R2F2Q2R2R2F2VR2R 2VR2 VL2R2P2VR2L2VP2IP2YS 2R2IYIF2S2R2F2F2 S2YR2F2IR2R2VR2F2VF2 R2T2VR2U2T2VR2S2VU2V VR2S2R2S2VR2IF2VV2R2 IVF2V2VV2VT2F2V V2T2V2R2F2R2F2R2R2T2 F2F2V2 F2W2ZF2X2| On the morning of May | A |
| Ere the children had entered my gate | B |
| With their wreaths and mechanical lay | A |
| A metal ding dong of the date | B |
| I mounted our hill bearing heart | C |
| That had little of life save its weight | B |
| The crowned Shadow poising dart | C |
| Hung over her she my own | D |
| My good companion mate | B |
| Pulse of me she who had shown | D |
| Fortitude quiet as Earth's | E |
| At the shedding of leaves And around | F |
| The sky was in garlands of cloud | G |
| Winning scents from unnumbered new births | E |
| Pointed buds where the woods were browned | F |
| By a mouldered beechen shroud | G |
| Or over our meads of the vale | H |
| Such an answer to sun as he | I |
| Brave in his gold to a sound | F |
| None sweeter of woods flapping sail | H |
| With the first full flood of our year | J |
| For their voyage on lustreful sea | I |
| Unto what curtained haven in chief | K |
| Will be writ in the book of the sere | J |
| But surely the crew are we | I |
| Eager or stamped or bowed | G |
| Counted thinner at fall of the leaf | K |
| Grief heard them and passed like a bier | L |
| Due Summerward lo they were set | M |
| In volumes of foliage proud | G |
| On the heave of their favouring tides | N |
| And their song broadened out to the cheer | J |
| When a neck of the ramping surf | O |
| Rattles thunder a boat overrides | N |
| All smiles ran the highways wet | M |
| The worm drew its links from the turf | O |
| The bird of felicity loud | G |
| Spun high and a South wind blew | P |
| Weak out of sheath downy leaves | Q |
| Of the beech quivered lucid as dew | P |
| Their radiance asking who grieves | Q |
| For nought of a sorrow they knew | P |
| No space to the dread wrestle vowed | G |
| No chamber in shadow of night | R |
| At times as the steadier breeze | S |
| Flutter huddled their twigs to a crowd | G |
| The beam of them wafted my sight | R |
| To league long sun upon seas | S |
| The golden path we had crossed | T |
| Many years till her birthland swung | U |
| Recovered to vision from lost | T |
| A light in her filial glance | V |
| And sweet was her voice with the tongue | U |
| The speechful tongue of her France | V |
| Soon at ripple about us like rills | V |
| Ever busy with little away | A |
| Through her Normandy down where the mills | V |
| Dot at lengths a rivercourse grey | A |
| As its bordering poplars bent | W |
| To gusts off the plains above | X |
| Old stone chateau and farms | V |
| Home of her birth and her love | X |
| On the thread of the pasture you trace | V |
| By the river their milk for miles | V |
| Spotted once with the English tent | W |
| In days of the tocsin's alarms | V |
| To tower of the tallest of piles | V |
| The country's surveyor breast high | Y |
| Home of her birth and her love | X |
| Home of a diligent race | V |
| Thrifty deft handed to ply | Y |
| Shuttle or needle and woo | P |
| Sun to the roots of the pear | Z |
| Frogging each mud walled cot | A2 |
| The elders had known her in arms | V |
| There plucked we the bluet her hue | P |
| Of the deeper forget me not | A2 |
| Well wedding her ripe wheat hair | Z |
| - | |
| I saw unsighting her heart | C |
| I saw and the home of her love | X |
| There printed mournfully rent | W |
| Her ebbing adieu her adieu | P |
| And the stride of the Shadow athwart | B2 |
| For one of our Autumns there | Z |
| Straight as the flight of a dove | X |
| We went swift winging we went | W |
| We trod solid ground we breathed air | Z |
| The heavens were unbroken Break they | A |
| The word of the world is adieu | P |
| Her word and the torrents are round | F |
| The jawed wolf waters of prey | A |
| We stand upon isles who stand | C2 |
| A Shadow before us and back | D2 |
| A phantom the habited land | C2 |
| We may cry to the Sunderer spare | Z |
| That dearest he loosens his pack | D2 |
| Arrows we breathe not air | Z |
| The memories tenderly bound | F |
| To us are a drifting crew | P |
| Amid grey gapped waters for ground | F |
| Alone do we stand each one | E2 |
| Till rootless as they we strew | P |
| Those deeps of the corse like stare | Z |
| At a foreign and stony sun | E2 |
| - | |
| Eyes had I but for the scene | F2 |
| Of my circle what neighbourly grew | P |
| If haply no finger lay out | G2 |
| To the figures of days that had been | H2 |
| I gathered my herb and endured | I2 |
| My old cloak wrapped me about | G2 |
| Unfooted was ground ivy blue | P |
| Whose rustic shrewd odour allured | I2 |
| In Spring's fresh of morning unseen | F2 |
| Her favourite wood sorrel bell | J2 |
| As yet though the leaves' green floor | K2 |
| Awaited their flower that would tell | J2 |
| Of a red veined moist yestreen | F2 |
| With its droop and the hues it wore | K2 |
| When we two stood overnight | R |
| One in the dark van glow | L2 |
| On our hill top seeing beneath | M2 |
| Our household's twinkle of light | R |
| Through spruce boughs gem of a wreath | M2 |
| - | |
| Budding the service tree white | R |
| Almost as whitebeam threw | P |
| From the under of leaf upright | R |
| Flecks like a showering snow | L2 |
| On the flame shaped junipers green | F2 |
| On the sombre mounds of the yew | P |
| Like silvery tapers bright | R |
| By a solemn cathedral screen | F2 |
| They glistened to closer view | P |
| Turf for a rooks' revel striped | N2 |
| Pleased those devourers astute | O2 |
| Chorister blackbird and thrush | P2 |
| Together or alternate piped | N2 |
| A free hearted harmony large | Q2 |
| With meaning for man for brute | O2 |
| When the primitive forces are brimmed | R2 |
| Like featherings hither and yon | F2 |
| Of aery tree twigs over marge | Q2 |
| To the comb of the winds untrimmed | R2 |
| Their measure is found in the vast | R2 |
| Grief heard them and stepped her way on | F2 |
| She has but a narrow embrace | V |
| Distrustful of hearing she passed | R2 |
| They piped her young Earth's Bacchic rout | R2 |
| The race and the prize of the race | V |
| Earth's lustihead pressing to sprout | R2 |
| - | |
| But sight holds a soberer space | V |
| Colourless dogwood low | L2 |
| Curled up a twisted root | R2 |
| Nigh yellow green mosses to flush | P2 |
| Redder than sun upon rocks | V |
| When the creeper clematis shoot | R2 |
| Shall climb cap his branches and show | L2 |
| Beside veteran green of the box | V |
| At close of the year's maple blush | P2 |
| A bleeding greybeard is he | I |
| Now hale in the leafage lush | P2 |
| Our parasites paint us Hard by | Y |
| A wet yew trunk flashed the peel | S2 |
| Of our naked forefathers in fight | R2 |
| With stains of the fray sweating free | I |
| And him came no parasite nigh | Y |
| Firm on the hard knotted knee | I |
| He stood in the crown of his dun | F2 |
| Earth's toughest to stay her wheel | S2 |
| Under whom the full day is night | R2 |
| Whom the century tempests call son | F2 |
| Having striven to rend him in vain | F2 |
| - | |
| I walked to observe not to feel | S2 |
| Not to fancy if simple of eye | Y |
| One may be among images reaped | R2 |
| For a shift of the glance as grain | F2 |
| Profitless froth you espy | I |
| Ashore after billows have leaped | R2 |
| I fled nothing nothing pursued | R2 |
| The changeful visible face | V |
| Of our Mother I sought for my food | R2 |
| Crumbs by the way to sustain | F2 |
| Her sentence I knew past grace | V |
| Myself I had lost of us twain | F2 |
| Once bound in mirroring thought | R2 |
| She had flung me to dust in her wake | T2 |
| And I as your convict drags | V |
| His chain by the scourge untaught | R2 |
| Bore life for a goad without aim | U2 |
| I champed the sensations that make | T2 |
| Of a ruffled philosophy rags | V |
| For them was no meaning too blunt | R2 |
| Nor aspect too cutting of steel | S2 |
| This Earth of the beautiful breasts | V |
| Shining up in all colours aflame | U2 |
| To them had visage of hags | V |
| A Mother of aches and jests | V |
| Soulless heading a hunt | R2 |
| Aimless except for the meal | S2 |
| Hope with the star on her front | R2 |
| Fear with an eye in the heel | S2 |
| Our links to a Mother of grace | V |
| They were dead on the nerve and dead | R2 |
| For the nature divided in three | I |
| Gone out of heart out of brain | F2 |
| Out of soul I had in their place | V |
| The calm of an empty room | V2 |
| We were joined but by that thin thread | R2 |
| My disciplined habit to see | I |
| And those conjure images those | V |
| The puppets of loss or gain | F2 |
| Not he who is bare to his doom | V2 |
| For whom never semblance plays | V |
| To bewitch overcloud illume | V2 |
| The dusty mote images rose | V |
| Sheer film of the surface awag | T2 |
| They sank as they rose their pain | F2 |
| Declaring them mine of old days | V |
| - | |
| Now gazed I where sole upon gloom | V2 |
| As flower bush in sun specked crag | T2 |
| Up the spine of the double combe | V2 |
| With yew boughs heavily cloaked | R2 |
| A young apparition shone | F2 |
| Known yet wonderful white | R2 |
| Surpassingly doubtfully known | F2 |
| For it struck as the birth of Light | R2 |
| Even Day from the dark unyoked | R2 |
| It waved like a pilgrim flag | T2 |
| O'er processional penitents flown | F2 |
| When of old they broke rounding yon spine | F2 |
| O the pure wild cherry in bloom | V2 |
| - | |
| For their Eastward march to the shrine | F2 |
| Of the footsore far eyed Faith | W2 |
| Was banner so brave so fair | Z |
| So quick with celestial sign | F2 |
| Of victorious rays over | X2 |
George Meredith
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