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Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Fair Mother Earth lay on her back last night	A
To gaze her fill on Autumn's sunset skies	B
When at a waving of the fallen light	A
Sprang realms of rosy fruitage o'er her eyes	B
A lustrous heavenly orchard hung the West	C
Wherein the blood of Eden bloomed again	D
Red were the myriad cherub mouths that pressed	C
Among the clusters rich with song full fain	E
But dumb because that overmastering spell	F
Of rapture held them dumb then here and there	G
A golden harp lost strings a crimson shell	F
Burnt grey and sheaves of lustre fell to air	G
The illimitable eagerness of hue	H
Bronzed and the beamy winged bloom that flew	H
'Mid those bunched fruits and thronging figures failed	I
A green edged lake of saffron touched the blue	H
With isles of fireless purple lying through	H
And Fancy on that lake to seek lost treasures sailed	I
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Not long the silence followed	J
The voice that issues from thy breast	C
O glorious South west	C
Along the gloom horizon holloa'd	C
Warning the valleys with a mellow roar	K
Through flapping wings then sharp the woodland bore	K
A shudder and a noise of hands	L
A thousand horns from some far vale	M
In ambush sounding on the gale	M
Forth from the cloven sky came bands	L
Of revel gathering spirits trooping down	N
Some rode the tree tops some on torn cloud strips	O
Burst screaming thro' the lighted town	N
And scudding seaward some fell on big ships	O
Or mounting the sea horses blew	H
Bright foam flakes on the black review	H
Of heaving hulls and burying beaks	O
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Still on the farthest line with outpuffed cheeks	O
'Twixt dark and utter dark the great wind drew	H
From heaven that disenchanted harmony	P
To join earth's laughter in the midnight blind	C
Booming a distant chorus to the shrieks	O
Preluding him then he	P
His mantle streaming thunderingly behind	C
Across the yellow realm of stiffened Day	C
Shot thro' the woodland alleys signals three	P
And with the pressure of a sea	P
Plunged broad upon the vale that under lay	C
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Night on the rolling foliage fell	F
But I who love old hymning night	C
And know the Dryad voices well	F
Discerned them as their leaves took flight	C
Like souls to wander after death	Q
Great armies in imperial dyes	O
And mad to tread the air and rise	O
The savage freedom of the skies	O
To taste before they rot And here	R
Like frail white bodied girls in fear	S
The birches swung from shrieks to sighs	O
The aspens laughers at a breath	Q
In showering spray falls mixed their cries	O
Or raked a savage ocean strand	C
With one incessant drowning screech	T
Here stood a solitary beech	T
That gave its gold with open hand	C
And all its branches toning chill	U
Did seem to shut their teeth right fast	C
To shriek more mercilessly shrill	U
And match the fierceness of the blast	C
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But heard I a low swell that noised	C
Of far off ocean I was 'ware	S
Of pines upon their wide roots poised	C
Whom never madness in the air	S
Can draw to more than loftier stress	O
Of mournfulness not mournfulness	O
For melancholy but Joy's excess	O
That singing on the lap of sorrow faints	O
And Peace as in the hearts of saints	O
Who chant unto the Lord their God	C
Deep Peace below upon the muffled sod	C
The stillness of the sea's unswaying floor	S
Could I be sole there not to see	O
The life within the life awake	V
The spirit bursting from the tree	O
And rising from the troubled lake	V
Pour let the wines of Heaven pour	S
The Golden Harp is struck once more	S
And all its music is for me	O
Pour let the wines of Heaven pour	S
And ho for a night of Pagan glee	O
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There is a curtain o'er us	O
For once good souls we'll not pretend	C
To be aught better than her who bore us	O
And is our only visible friend	C
Hark to her laughter who laughs like this	O
Can she be dead or rooted in pain	E
She has been slain by the narrow brain	E
But for us who love her she lives again	D
Can she die O take her kiss	O
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The crimson footed nymph is panting up the glade	C
With the wine jar at her arm pit and the drunken ivy braid	C
Round her forehead breasts and thighs starts a Satyr and they	C
speed	C
Hear the crushing of the leaves hear the cracking of the bough	W
And the whistling of the bramble the piping of the weed	C
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But the bull voiced oak is battling now	W
The storm has seized him half asleep	X
And round him the wild woodland throngs	O
To hear the fury of his songs	O
The uproar of an outraged deep	X
He wakes to find a wrestling giant	C
Trunk to trunk and limb to limb	Y
And on his rooted force reliant	C
He laughs and grasps the broadened giant	C
And twist and roll the Anakim	Y
And multitudes acclaiming to the cloud	C
Cry which is breaking which is bowed	C
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Away for the cymbals clash aloft	C
In the circles of pine on the moss floor soft	C
The nymphs of the woodland are gathering there	S
They huddle the leaves and trample and toss	O
They swing in the branches they roll in the moss	O
They blow the seed on the air	S
Back to back they stand and blow	Z
The winged seed on the cradling air	S
A fountain of leaves over bosom and back	A2
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The pipe of the Faun comes on their track	A2
And the weltering alleys overflow	Z
With musical shrieks and wind wedded hair	S
The riotous companies melt to a pair	S
Bless them mother of kindness	O
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A star has nodded through	S
The depths of the flying blue	S
Time only to plant the light	C
Of a memory in the blindness	O
But time to show me the sight	C
Of my life thro' the curtain of night	C
Shining a moment and mixed	C
With the onward hurrying stream	Y
Whose pressure is darkness to me	Y
Behind the curtain fixed	C
Beams with endless beam	Y
That star on the changing sea	Y
	-
Great Mother Nature teach me like thee	Y
To kiss the season and shun regrets	O
And am I more than the mother who bore	S
Mock me not with thy harmony	Y
Teach me to blot regrets	O
Great Mother me inspire	S
With faith that forward sets	O
But feeds the living fire	S
Faith that never frets	O
For vagueness in the form	Y
In life O keep me warm	Y
For what is human grief	B2
And what do men desire	S
Teach me to feel myself the tree	Y
And not the withered leaf	B2
Fixed am I and await the dark to be	Y
And O green bounteous Earth	C2
Bacchante Mother stern to those	O
Who live not in thy heart of mirth	C2
Death shall I shrink from loving thee	Y
Into the breast that gives the rose	O
Shall I with shuddering fall	D2
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Earth the mother of all	D2
Moves on her stedfast way	C
Gathering flinging sowing	E2
Mortals we live in her day	C
She in her children is growing	E2
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She can lead us only she	Y
Unto God's footstool whither she reaches	O
Loved enjoyed her gifts must be	Y
Reverenced the truths she teaches	O
Ere a man may hope that he	Y
Ever can attain the glee	Y
Of things without a destiny	Y
	-
She knows not loss	O
She feels but her need	C
Who the winged seed	C
With the leaf doth toss	O
	-
And may not men to this attain	E
That the joy of motion the rapture of being	E2
Shall throw strong light when our season is fleeing	E2
Nor quicken aged blood in vain	E
At the gates of the vault on the verge of the plain	E
Life thoroughly lived is a fact in the brain	E
While eyes are left for seeing	E2
Behold in yon stripped Autumn shivering grey	C
Earth knows no desolation	F2
She smells regeneration	F2
In the moist breath of decay	C
	-
Prophetic of the coming joy and strife	G2
Like the wild western war chief sinking	E2
Calm to the end he eyes unblinking	E2
Her voice is jubilant in ebbing life	G2
	-
He for his happy hunting fields	O
Forgets the droning chant and yields	O
His numbered breaths to exultation	F2
In the proud anticipation	F2
Shouting the glories of his nation	F2
Shouting the grandeur of his race	O
Shouting his own great deeds of daring	E2
And when at last death grasps his face	O
And stiffened on the ground in peace	O
He lies with all his painted terrors glaring	E2
Hushed are the tribe to hear a threading cry	S
Not from the dead man	F2
Not from the standers by	S
The spirit of the red man	F2
Is welcomed by his fathers up on high	S