The Thrush In February Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMN OPPP QRQR PSPS TPUP VPWP PPPP PXPX PPPP YXYX QZQZ A2PA2P PXPX B2C2B2C2 D2PD2P E2XE2X F2PF2P G2XG2X H2I2H2I2 PPPP XPXP PJ2PK2 XL2XL2 PPPP XPXP PXPX XPXP XPXP PM2PM2 A2N2A2N2 O2WO2W P2ZQ2L XXXX R2XR2X S2GS2T2I know him February's thrush | A |
And loud at eve he valentines | B |
On sprays that paw the naked bush | C |
Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines | B |
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Now ere the foreign singer thrills | D |
Our vale his plain song pipe he pours | E |
A herald of the million bills | D |
And heed him not the loss is yours | F |
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My study flanked with ivied fir | G |
And budded beech with dry leaves curled | H |
Perched over yew and juniper | G |
He neighbours piping to his world | H |
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The wooded pathways dank on brown | I |
The branches on grey cloud a web | J |
The long green roller of the down | I |
An image of the deluge ebb | J |
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And farther they may hear along | K |
The stream beneath the poplar row | L |
By fits like welling rocks the song | K |
Spouts of a blushful Spring in flow | L |
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But most he loves to front the vale | M |
When waves of warm South western rains | N |
Have left our heavens clear in pale | M |
With faintest beck of moist red veins | N |
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Vermilion wings by distance held | O |
To pause aflight while fleeting swift | P |
And high aloft the pearl inshelled | P |
Her lucid glow in glow will lift | P |
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A little south of coloured sky | Q |
Directing gravely amorous | R |
The human of a tender eye | Q |
Through pure celestial on us | R |
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Remote not alien still not cold | P |
Unraying yet more pearl than star | S |
She seems a while the vale to hold | P |
In trance and homelier makes the far | S |
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Then Earth her sweet unscented breathes | T |
An orb of lustre quits the height | P |
And like blue iris flags in wreaths | U |
The sky takes darkness long ere quite | P |
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His Island voice then shall you hear | V |
Nor ever after separate | P |
From such a twilight of the year | W |
Advancing to the vernal gate | P |
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He sings me out of Winter's throat | P |
The young time with the life ahead | P |
And my young time his leaping note | P |
Recalls to spirit mirth from dead | P |
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Imbedded in a land of greed | P |
Of mammon quakings dire as Earth's | X |
My care was but to soothe my need | P |
At peace among the littleworths | X |
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To light and song my yearning aimed | P |
To that deep breast of song and light | P |
Which men have barrenest proclaimed | P |
As 'tis to senses pricked with fright | P |
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So mine are these new fruitings rich | Y |
The simple to the common brings | X |
I keep the youth of souls who pitch | Y |
Their joy in this old heart of things | X |
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Who feel the Coming young as aye | Q |
Thrice hopeful on the ground we plough | Z |
Alive for life awake to die | Q |
One voice to cheer the seedling Now | Z |
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Full lasting is the song though he | A2 |
The singer passes lasting too | P |
For souls not lent in usury | A2 |
The rapture of the forward view | P |
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With that I bear my senses fraught | P |
Till what I am fast shoreward drives | X |
They are the vessel of the Thought | P |
The vessel splits the Thought survives | X |
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Nought else are we when sailing brave | B2 |
Save husks to raise and bid it burn | C2 |
Glimpse of its livingness will wave | B2 |
A light the senses can discern | C2 |
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Across the river of the death | D2 |
Their close Meanwhile O twilight bird | P |
Of promise bird of happy breath | D2 |
I hear I would the City heard | P |
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The City of the smoky fray | E2 |
A prodded ox it drags and moans | X |
Its Morrow no man's child its Day | E2 |
A vulture's morsel beaked to bones | X |
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It strives without a mark for strife | F2 |
It feasts beside a famished host | P |
The loose restraint of wanton life | F2 |
That threatened penance in the ghost | P |
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Yet there our battle urges there | G2 |
Spring heroes many issuing thence | X |
Names that should leave no vacant air | G2 |
For fresh delight in confidence | X |
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Life was to them the bag of grain | H2 |
And Death the weedy harrow's tooth | I2 |
Those warriors of the sighting brain | H2 |
Give worn Humanity new youth | I2 |
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Our song and star are they to lead | P |
The tidal multitude and blind | P |
From bestial to the higher breed | P |
By fighting souls of love divined | P |
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They scorned the ventral dream of peace | X |
Unknown in nature This they knew | P |
That life begets with fair increase | X |
Beyond the flesh if life be true | P |
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Just reason based on valiant blood | P |
The instinct bred afield would match | J2 |
To pipe thereof a swelling flood | P |
Were men of Earth made wise in watch | K2 |
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Though now the numbers count as drops | X |
An urn might bear they father Time | L2 |
She shapes anew her dusty crops | X |
Her quick in their own likeness climb | L2 |
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Of their own force do they create | P |
They climb to light in her their root | P |
Your brutish cry at muffled fate | P |
She smites with pangs of worse than brute | P |
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She judged of shrinking nerves appears | X |
A Mother whom no cry can melt | P |
But read her past desires and fears | X |
The letters on her breast are spelt | P |
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A slayer yea as when she pressed | P |
Her savage to the slaughter heaps | X |
To sacrifice she prompts her best | P |
She reaps them as the sower reaps | X |
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But read her thought to speed the race | X |
And stars rush forth of blackest night | P |
You chill not at a cold embrace | X |
To come nor dread a dubious might | P |
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Her double visage double voice | X |
In oneness rise to quench the doubt | P |
This breath her gift has only choice | X |
Of service breathe we in or out | P |
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Since Pain and Pleasure on each hand | P |
Led our wild steps from slimy rock | M2 |
To yonder sweeps of gardenland | P |
We breathe but to be sword or block | M2 |
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The sighting brain her good decree | A2 |
Accepts obeys those guides in faith | N2 |
By reason hourly fed that she | A2 |
To some the clod to some the wraith | N2 |
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Is more no mask a flame a stream | O2 |
Flame stream are we in mid career | W |
From torrent source delirious dream | O2 |
To heaven reflecting currents clear | W |
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And why the sons of Strength have been | P2 |
Her cherished offspring ever how | Z |
The Spirit served by her is seen | Q2 |
Through Law perusing love will show | L |
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Love born of knowledge love that gains | X |
Vitality as Earth it mates | X |
The meaning of the Pleasures Pains | X |
The Life the Death illuminates | X |
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For love we Earth then serve we all | R2 |
Her mystic secret then is ours | X |
We fall or view our treasures fall | R2 |
Unclouded as beholds her flowers | X |
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Earth from a night of frosty wreck | S2 |
Enrobed in morning's mounted fire | G |
When lowly with a broken neck | S2 |
The crocus lays her cheek to mire | T2 |
George Meredith
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