Alsace-lorraine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The sister Hours in circles linkedB
Daughters of men of men the matesC
Are gone on flow with the day that winkedB
With the night that spanned at golden gatesC
Mothers they leave us quickening seedD
They bear us grain or flower or weedD
As we have sown is nought extinctB
For them we fill to be our FatesC
Life of the breath is but the loanE
Passing death what we have sownE
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Pearly are they till the pale inherited stainF
Deepens in us and the mirrors they form on their flowG
Darken to feature and nature a volumed chainF
Sequent of issue in various eddies they showG
Theirs is the Book of the River of Life to readH
Leaf by leaf by reapers of long sown seedD
There doth our shoot up to light from a spiriting saneF
Stand as a tree whereon numberless clusters growG
Legible there how the heart with its one false moveI
Cast Eurydice pallor on all we loveJ
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Our fervid heart has filled that Book in chiefK
Our fitful heart a wild reflection viewsL
Our craving heart of passion suckling griefK
Disowns the author's work it must peruseL
Inconscient in its leap to wreak the deedD
A round of harvests red from crimson seedD
It marks the current Hours show leaf by leafK
And rails at Destiny nor traces cluesL
Though sometimes it may think what novel lightM
Will strike their faces when the mind shall writeM
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Succourful daughters of men are the rosed and starredN
Revolving Twelves in their fluent germinal ringsO
Despite the burden to chasten abase deposeP
Fallen on France as the sweep of scythe over swardQ
They breathed in her ear their voice of the crystal springsO
That run from a twilight rise from a twilight closeR
Through alternate beams and glooms rejoicingly youngS
Only to Earth's best loved at the breathless turnsT
Where Life in fold of the Shadow reclines unstrungS
And a ghostly lamp of their moment's union burnsT
Will such pure notes from the fountain head be sungS
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Voice of Earth's very soul to the soul she would see renewedU
A song that sought no tears that laid not a touch on the breastV
Sobbing aswoon and like last foxgloves' bells upon fernsT
In sandy alleys of woodland silence shedding to bareW
Daughters of Earth and men they piped of her natural broodU
Her patient helpful four feet wings on the flit or in nestV
Paws at our old world task to scoop a defensive lairW
Snouts at hunt through the scented grasses enhavened scutsT
Flashing escape under show of a laugh nigh the mossed burrow mouthX
Sack like droop bronze pears on the nailed branch frontage of hutsT
To greet those wedded toilers from acres where sweat is a showerY
Snake cicada lizard on lavender slopes up SouthX
Pant for joy of a sunlight driving the fielders to bowerY
Sharpened in silver by one chance breeze is the olive's greyZ
A royal mantle floats a red fritillary hiesT
The bee for whom no flower of garden or wild has nayZ
Noises heard if but named so hot is the trade he pliesT
Processions beneath green arches of herbage the long colonnadesT
Laboured mounds that a foot or a wanton stick may subvertA2
Homely are they for a lowly look on bedewed grass bladesT
On citied fir droppings on twisted wreaths of the worm in dirtA2
Does nought so loosen our sight from the despot heart to receiveB2
Balm of a sound Earth's primary heart at its active beatC2
The motive yet servant of energy simple as morn and eveB2
Treasureless fetterless free of the bonds of a great conceitC2
Unwounded even by cruel blows on a body that writhesT
Nor whimpering under misfortune elusive of obstacles promptD2
To quit any threatened familiar domain seen doomed by the scythesT
Its day's hard business done the score to the good accomptD2
Creatures of forest and mead Earth's essays in being all kindsT
Bound by the navel knot to the Mother never astrayZ
They in the ear upon ground will pour their intuitive mindsT
Cut man's tangles for Earth's first broad rectilinear wayZ
Admonishing loftier reaches the rich adventurous shootsT
Pushes of tentative curves embryonic upwreathings in airW
Not always the sprouts of Earth's root Laws preserving her brutesT
Oft but our primitive hungers licentious in fine and fairW
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Yet the like aerial growths may chance be the delicate spraysT
Infant of Earth's most urgent in sap her fierier zealE2
For entry on Life's upper fields and soul thus flourishing paysT
The martyr's penance mark for brutish in man to heelE2
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Her from a nerveless well among stagnant pools of the dryA
Through her good aim at divine shall commune with Earth remakeS
Fraternal unto sororial her where abashed she may lieA
Divinest of man shall clasp a world out of darkness awakeS
As it were with the Resurrection's eyelids uplifted to seeT
Honour in shame in substance the spirit in that dry fountD2
Jets of the songful ascending silvery bright water treeT
Spout with our Earth's unbaffled resurgent desire for the mountD2
Though broken at intervals clipped and barren in seeming it beT
For this at our nature arises rejuvenescent from EarthF2
However respersive the blow and nigh on infernal the fallG2
The chastisement drawn down on us merited are we of worthF2
Amid our satanic excrescences this for the less than a callG2
Will Earth reprime man cherish the God who is in us and roundD2
Consenting the God there seen Impiety speaks despairW
Religion the virtue of serving as things of the furrowy groundD2
Debtors for breath while breath with our fellows in service weT
shareW
Not such of the crowned discrownedD2
Can Earth or humanity spareW
Such not the God let dieD2
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Eastward of Paris morn is highD2
And darkness on that Eastward sideD2
The heart of France beholds a thornH2
Is in her frame where shines the mornH2
A rigid wave usurps her skyD2
With eagle crest and eagle eyedD2
To scan what wormy wrinkles hintD2
Her forces gathering she the thrownE
From station lopped of an arm astounded loneE
Reading late History as a foul misprintD2
Imperial AngelicalG2
At strife commingled in her frame convulsedD2
Shame of her broken sword a ravening gallG2
Pain of the limb where once her warm blood pulsedD2
These tortures to distract her underneathI2
Her whelmed Aurora's shade But in that spaceT
When lay she dumb beside her trampled wreathI2
Like an unburied body mid the tombsT
Feeling against her heart life's bitter probeJ2
For life she saw how children of her raceT
The many sober sons and daughters pliedD2
By cottage lamplight through the water globeJ2
By simmering stew pots by the serious loomsT
Afield in factories with the birds astirW
Their nimble feet and fingers not deniedD2
Refreshful chatter laughter galliard songsT
So like Earth's indestructible they wereW
That wrestling with its anguish rose her prideD2
To feel where in each breast the thought of herW
On whom the circle Hours laid leaded thongsT
Was constant spoken sometimes in low toneE
At lip or in a fluttered lookS
A shortened breath and they were her loved ownE
Nor ever did they waste their strength with tearsT
For pity of the weeper nor rebukeS
Though mainly they were charged to pay her debtD2
The Mother having conscience in arrearsT
Ready to gush the flood of vain regretD2
Else hearken to her weaponed children's moanE
Of stifled rage invoking vengeance hell'sT
If heaven should fail the counter wave that swellsT
In blood and brain for retribution swiftD2
Those helped not wings to her soul were these who yetD2
Could welcome day for labour night for restD2
Enrich her treasury built of cheerful thriftD2
Of honest heart beyond all miraclesT
And likened to Earth's humblest were Earth's bestD2
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Brooding on her deep fall the many stringsT
Which formed her nature set a thought on KingsT
As aids that might the low laid cripple liftD2
And one among them hummed devoutly lealG2
While passed the sighing breeze along her breastD2
Of Kings by the festive vanquishers rammed downK2
Her gorge since fell the Chief she knew theirW

George Meredith



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