Alsace-lorraine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDDBCEE FGFGHDFGIJ KLKLDDKLMM A NOPQORSTSTS UVTWUVWTXTYXYZTZTTA2 TA2B2C2B2C2TD2TD2TZT ZTWTW TE2TE2 ASASTD2TD2TF2G2F2G2D 2WD2TWD2WD2 A D2D2H2H2D2D2D2EED2G2 D2G2D2I2TI2TJ2TD2J2T WD2TWD2WTESETSD2TD2E TTD2D2D2D2TD2 D2 TTD2G2D2K2WI | A |
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The sister Hours in circles linked | B |
Daughters of men of men the mates | C |
Are gone on flow with the day that winked | B |
With the night that spanned at golden gates | C |
Mothers they leave us quickening seed | D |
They bear us grain or flower or weed | D |
As we have sown is nought extinct | B |
For them we fill to be our Fates | C |
Life of the breath is but the loan | E |
Passing death what we have sown | E |
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Pearly are they till the pale inherited stain | F |
Deepens in us and the mirrors they form on their flow | G |
Darken to feature and nature a volumed chain | F |
Sequent of issue in various eddies they show | G |
Theirs is the Book of the River of Life to read | H |
Leaf by leaf by reapers of long sown seed | D |
There doth our shoot up to light from a spiriting sane | F |
Stand as a tree whereon numberless clusters grow | G |
Legible there how the heart with its one false move | I |
Cast Eurydice pallor on all we love | J |
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Our fervid heart has filled that Book in chief | K |
Our fitful heart a wild reflection views | L |
Our craving heart of passion suckling grief | K |
Disowns the author's work it must peruse | L |
Inconscient in its leap to wreak the deed | D |
A round of harvests red from crimson seed | D |
It marks the current Hours show leaf by leaf | K |
And rails at Destiny nor traces clues | L |
Though sometimes it may think what novel light | M |
Will strike their faces when the mind shall write | M |
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II | A |
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Succourful daughters of men are the rosed and starred | N |
Revolving Twelves in their fluent germinal rings | O |
Despite the burden to chasten abase depose | P |
Fallen on France as the sweep of scythe over sward | Q |
They breathed in her ear their voice of the crystal springs | O |
That run from a twilight rise from a twilight close | R |
Through alternate beams and glooms rejoicingly young | S |
Only to Earth's best loved at the breathless turns | T |
Where Life in fold of the Shadow reclines unstrung | S |
And a ghostly lamp of their moment's union burns | T |
Will such pure notes from the fountain head be sung | S |
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Voice of Earth's very soul to the soul she would see renewed | U |
A song that sought no tears that laid not a touch on the breast | V |
Sobbing aswoon and like last foxgloves' bells upon ferns | T |
In sandy alleys of woodland silence shedding to bare | W |
Daughters of Earth and men they piped of her natural brood | U |
Her patient helpful four feet wings on the flit or in nest | V |
Paws at our old world task to scoop a defensive lair | W |
Snouts at hunt through the scented grasses enhavened scuts | T |
Flashing escape under show of a laugh nigh the mossed burrow mouth | X |
Sack like droop bronze pears on the nailed branch frontage of huts | T |
To greet those wedded toilers from acres where sweat is a shower | Y |
Snake cicada lizard on lavender slopes up South | X |
Pant for joy of a sunlight driving the fielders to bower | Y |
Sharpened in silver by one chance breeze is the olive's grey | Z |
A royal mantle floats a red fritillary hies | T |
The bee for whom no flower of garden or wild has nay | Z |
Noises heard if but named so hot is the trade he plies | T |
Processions beneath green arches of herbage the long colonnades | T |
Laboured mounds that a foot or a wanton stick may subvert | A2 |
Homely are they for a lowly look on bedewed grass blades | T |
On citied fir droppings on twisted wreaths of the worm in dirt | A2 |
Does nought so loosen our sight from the despot heart to receive | B2 |
Balm of a sound Earth's primary heart at its active beat | C2 |
The motive yet servant of energy simple as morn and eve | B2 |
Treasureless fetterless free of the bonds of a great conceit | C2 |
Unwounded even by cruel blows on a body that writhes | T |
Nor whimpering under misfortune elusive of obstacles prompt | D2 |
To quit any threatened familiar domain seen doomed by the scythes | T |
Its day's hard business done the score to the good accompt | D2 |
Creatures of forest and mead Earth's essays in being all kinds | T |
Bound by the navel knot to the Mother never astray | Z |
They in the ear upon ground will pour their intuitive minds | T |
Cut man's tangles for Earth's first broad rectilinear way | Z |
Admonishing loftier reaches the rich adventurous shoots | T |
Pushes of tentative curves embryonic upwreathings in air | W |
Not always the sprouts of Earth's root Laws preserving her brutes | T |
Oft but our primitive hungers licentious in fine and fair | W |
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Yet the like aerial growths may chance be the delicate sprays | T |
Infant of Earth's most urgent in sap her fierier zeal | E2 |
For entry on Life's upper fields and soul thus flourishing pays | T |
The martyr's penance mark for brutish in man to heel | E2 |
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Her from a nerveless well among stagnant pools of the dry | A |
Through her good aim at divine shall commune with Earth remake | S |
Fraternal unto sororial her where abashed she may lie | A |
Divinest of man shall clasp a world out of darkness awake | S |
As it were with the Resurrection's eyelids uplifted to see | T |
Honour in shame in substance the spirit in that dry fount | D2 |
Jets of the songful ascending silvery bright water tree | T |
Spout with our Earth's unbaffled resurgent desire for the mount | D2 |
Though broken at intervals clipped and barren in seeming it be | T |
For this at our nature arises rejuvenescent from Earth | F2 |
However respersive the blow and nigh on infernal the fall | G2 |
The chastisement drawn down on us merited are we of worth | F2 |
Amid our satanic excrescences this for the less than a call | G2 |
Will Earth reprime man cherish the God who is in us and round | D2 |
Consenting the God there seen Impiety speaks despair | W |
Religion the virtue of serving as things of the furrowy ground | D2 |
Debtors for breath while breath with our fellows in service we | T |
share | W |
Not such of the crowned discrowned | D2 |
Can Earth or humanity spare | W |
Such not the God let die | D2 |
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III | A |
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Eastward of Paris morn is high | D2 |
And darkness on that Eastward side | D2 |
The heart of France beholds a thorn | H2 |
Is in her frame where shines the morn | H2 |
A rigid wave usurps her sky | D2 |
With eagle crest and eagle eyed | D2 |
To scan what wormy wrinkles hint | D2 |
Her forces gathering she the thrown | E |
From station lopped of an arm astounded lone | E |
Reading late History as a foul misprint | D2 |
Imperial Angelical | G2 |
At strife commingled in her frame convulsed | D2 |
Shame of her broken sword a ravening gall | G2 |
Pain of the limb where once her warm blood pulsed | D2 |
These tortures to distract her underneath | I2 |
Her whelmed Aurora's shade But in that space | T |
When lay she dumb beside her trampled wreath | I2 |
Like an unburied body mid the tombs | T |
Feeling against her heart life's bitter probe | J2 |
For life she saw how children of her race | T |
The many sober sons and daughters plied | D2 |
By cottage lamplight through the water globe | J2 |
By simmering stew pots by the serious looms | T |
Afield in factories with the birds astir | W |
Their nimble feet and fingers not denied | D2 |
Refreshful chatter laughter galliard songs | T |
So like Earth's indestructible they were | W |
That wrestling with its anguish rose her pride | D2 |
To feel where in each breast the thought of her | W |
On whom the circle Hours laid leaded thongs | T |
Was constant spoken sometimes in low tone | E |
At lip or in a fluttered look | S |
A shortened breath and they were her loved own | E |
Nor ever did they waste their strength with tears | T |
For pity of the weeper nor rebuke | S |
Though mainly they were charged to pay her debt | D2 |
The Mother having conscience in arrears | T |
Ready to gush the flood of vain regret | D2 |
Else hearken to her weaponed children's moan | E |
Of stifled rage invoking vengeance hell's | T |
If heaven should fail the counter wave that swells | T |
In blood and brain for retribution swift | D2 |
Those helped not wings to her soul were these who yet | D2 |
Could welcome day for labour night for rest | D2 |
Enrich her treasury built of cheerful thrift | D2 |
Of honest heart beyond all miracles | T |
And likened to Earth's humblest were Earth's best | D2 |
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IV | D2 |
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Brooding on her deep fall the many strings | T |
Which formed her nature set a thought on Kings | T |
As aids that might the low laid cripple lift | D2 |
And one among them hummed devoutly leal | G2 |
While passed the sighing breeze along her breast | D2 |
Of Kings by the festive vanquishers rammed down | K2 |
Her gorge since fell the Chief she knew their | W |
George Meredith
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