The Misanthrope Reclaimed - Act Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Werner | B |
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| We have outtravelled light and sound | C |
| The harmonies that pealed around us as | D |
| Through yon array of dim and distant worlds | E |
| We winged our flight have wholly died away | F |
| Or come to us so faintly echoed that | G |
| Our ears must watch and wait to catch them | H |
| Those stars are now like watch fires which though seen | I |
| Blazing afar send not their light to make | J |
| The path of the benighted wanderer | B |
| More plain and cheerful | K |
| Before us stretches one vast field of gloom | L |
| So dense as to appear impenetrable | K |
| Darkness that has a body and a form | M |
| Both palpable to touch and sight across | N |
| Our path a barrier rears that seems to bar | O |
| Our farther progress If there be beyond | P |
| This wall of blackness aught of mystery | Q |
| What power shall guide us to it | R |
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| Spirit | A |
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| Thy mind | S |
| Which from the influence of matter free | Q |
| As it is now and shall be till again | T |
| Though art returned unto thy native orb | U |
| Is its own master and its will is now | V |
| Its only needed guide | W |
| Strange things are hidden by that ebon veil | X |
| To which a single wish of thine may bear us | Y |
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| Werner | B |
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| Then let us on | Z |
| Since we our search for knowledge have begun | A2 |
| Wherever there is aught that Power has made | B2 |
| Which Time has ruined or which Fate has damned | C2 |
| There let us go that we may look on it | R |
| And learn its history What intense glooms | Y |
| We now are passing through I feel them part | D2 |
| Before and close behind us as we fly | E2 |
| As plainly as the swimmer feels the waves | Y |
| That lave his gliding limbs This sure must be | Q |
| The home of Death no voice no sound no sigh | E2 |
| Not ev'n so much of breath as would suffice | Y |
| To make a lily tremble | K |
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| Spirt | D2 |
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| Though say'st true | F2 |
| This is indeed the realm of Death at least | D2 |
| It has no more of life than what though hast | D2 |
| Brought here with thee I speak of mortal life | G2 |
| We now are near the Hades of past worlds | Y |
| Whose spirits have a life which cannot die | D2 |
| You laugh and show the haughty arrogance | Y |
| Which in your mortal brethren you cotemn | A2 |
| Think you that he who gave to man his mind | D2 |
| The undying spark that quickens his clay frame | H2 |
| Would fashion from the same material | K |
| Such mighty wonders as the spheres which go | I2 |
| Hymning around his everlasting throne | A2 |
| Giving to them a beauty which alone | A2 |
| Could be conceived by him which has great hand | D2 |
| Alone could mould into reality | D2 |
| And yet deny them what he gave to thee | D2 |
| Intelligence a thing that knows not death | J2 |
| Hast though not seen thine earth put forth her leaves | Y |
| Clothing her rugged mountain tops and sides | Y |
| Her forests in the vale each tree and shrub | K2 |
| With a fair foliage hast though not beheld | D2 |
| Her weaving in the sunny springtide hours | Y |
| A fairy web of emerald bladed grass | Y |
| To robe her valleys in With every flow'r | O |
| Of graceful form and soft and downy leaf | L2 |
| And tender hue and tint that Beauty owns | Y |
| To deck her gentle breast When Autumn came | H2 |
| With its rich gifts of pleasant mellow fruits | Y |
| Hast though not seen her wipe her sunburnt brow | V |
| And shake her yellow locks from every hill | M2 |
| Hast though not heard her holy songs of peace | Y |
| And plenty warbled from each vocal grove | N2 |
| And murmured by her myriads of streams | Y |
| Hast though not seen her when the hollow winds | Y |
| Which moan the requiem of the dying year | O2 |
| Raved through her leafless bowers wrap about | D2 |
| Her breast a mantle wherewith to protect | D2 |
| And nurse the seed the trusting husbandman | A2 |
| Hath given to her keeping Are thine acts | Y |
| As full of wisdom and as free from blame | H2 |
| If not then why deny to her the life | G2 |
| And spirit you possess | Y |
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| Werner | B |
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| I did not laugh | P2 |
| In disbelief of what thy words declare | Q2 |
| But they stir such strange thoughts within my mind | D2 |
| That as I will not weep I can but smile | R2 |
| Methinks the darkness has grown less profound | D2 |
| A heavy dim and shadowy light like that | D2 |
| Which when the storm has chosen midnight's hour | B |
| Of stilly gloom to hold its revel in | A2 |
| First glimmers through the clouds which have been rent | D2 |
| And torn by their own fierceness hands about us | Y |
| The light increases still and in the distance | Y |
| Enormous shadows wearing distinct shapes | Y |
| Since seemingly immovable and others | Y |
| Like mighty mastless sailless vessels moved | D2 |
| By magic o'er a tideless waveless ocean | A2 |
| In calm majestic silence float along | S2 |
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| Spirit | D2 |
| Let us go nearer | B |
| Now what seest though | I2 |
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| Werner | B |
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| Worlds like to that I live on save that these | Y |
| Seem made of living shades instead of dust | D2 |
| Vast mountains with tall trees and mighty rocks | Y |
| And fountains gushing from their very summits | Y |
| Huge towering cliffs and deep and lonely glens | Y |
| And wide mouthed caves that hold a deeper gloom | L |
| With precipices from whose edges soft | D2 |
| And silvery cataracts are leaping down | A2 |
| Swift streams that rush adown their rugged sides | Y |
| And quiet lakelets that appear to sleep | T2 |
| In the embrace of the surrounding hills | Y |
| The cottage of the hardy hunter perched | D2 |
| High on the rocks like to an eagle's nest | D2 |
| The shepherd's humble shieling and his fold | D2 |
| And half way up broad vineyards with their vines | Y |
| Bending with purple clusters of ripe fruit | D2 |
| Wide valleys with green meadows and pure streams | Y |
| And gentle hills where ripening harvests stand | D2 |
| Majestic rivers with their verdant banks | Y |
| Studded with towns and rural villages | Y |
| Motionless lakes and seas without a wave | U2 |
| And oceans pulseless as a dead man's heart | D2 |
| And mighty cities standing on their coasts | Y |
| With vasty walls and gilded palaces | Y |
| And giant tow'rs and tapering spires that seem | V2 |
| The guardians of all they overlook | W2 |
| Churchyards with their pale gravestones that appear | O2 |
| Like watchers of the dead whose names they bear | Q2 |
| All these are there but not a sign of life | G2 |
| No living thing that creeps along the ground | D2 |
| Or flies the air or swims the wave is seen | A2 |
| It seems as if on all things some strong spell | X2 |
| Had in the twinkling of a star came down | A2 |
| And rocked them to an everlasting sleep | T2 |
| Spirit tell me if what I see is more | Y2 |
| Than a delusion if it be whence came | H2 |
| These shades | Y |
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| Spirit | D2 |
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| And have I not already said | D2 |
| That these things are that they are quick with life | G2 |
| Such life as disembodied spirits have | Z2 |
| That they are deathless Thou need'st not inquire | A3 |
| Of me whence they are come for thou hast seen | A2 |
| One of their number on its journey hither | B |
| The period may not be far remote | D2 |
| When thine own planet starting from its sphere | O2 |
| Shall fright the dwellers of the stars that skirt | D2 |
| Its destined pathway to these silent realms | Y |
| Thou'st seen the comet rushing through the sky | D2 |
| And gazing on the glowing track which it | D2 |
| Had branded on the azure breast of space | Y |
| Thinking thy words were wisdom thou hast said | D2 |
| When its full term of years has been fulfilled | D2 |
| It shall return again Not knowing that | D2 |
| The light thou sawest was reflected from | B3 |
| That sacred fire which in the end shall purge | C3 |
| The spirit essence which pervades creation | A2 |
| From the dull dust with which a wayward fate | D2 |
| Has clogged its being Question me no more | Y2 |
| Remember what I said I dare not tell | X2 |
| The secrets of Eternity Look on | A2 |
| And learn whate'er thou canst | D2 |
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| Werner | B |
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| There is one thing which I at last have learned | D2 |
| To feel that with the increase of our knowledge | D3 |
| Our sorrows must increase I oft have heard | D2 |
| But never before have felt the truth of this | Y |
| To know that were it not for this clay mask | E3 |
| I even now might pierce the shadowy veil | X |
| That wraps in mystery the things I see | D2 |
| And comprehend their secret principle | K |
| Will make life doubly hard to bear and tempt | D2 |
| Me much to shake it prematurely off | F3 |
| And snatch wings for my spirit ere its time | G3 |
| A total ignorance were better than | A2 |
| The flash which from its slumber wakes the mind | D2 |
| And then departing leaves it to itself | H3 |
| In the wide maze of error darkly groping | I3 |
| Wisdom is not the medicine to heal | J3 |
| A discontented mind I now know more | Y2 |
| Than when I left the earth but feel that I | D2 |
| Have bought my knowledge with increase of sorrow | I2 |
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| Spirit | D2 |
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| Did I not tell thee that its path were steep | T2 |
| And hard to climb and thick beset with thorns | Y |
| And that its tempting longed for fruit tho' bought | D2 |
| With a great price is full of bitterness | Y |
| If though art satisfied let us retrace | Y |
| Our way to earth again wert thou to go | I2 |
| Yet farther on thou might'st regret the more | Y2 |
| Our coming hither | B |
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| Werner | B |
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| What is there aught still more remote than these | Y |
| From the great centre of the universe | Y |
| The fair domain of life and living things | Y |
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| Spirit | D2 |
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| There is | Y |
| A kingdom tenanted with such dark shapes | Y |
| That angels shudder when they look on them | H |
| Thou surely dost not wish to visit it | D2 |
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| Werner | B |
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| Why not There is within my mind a void | D2 |
| Whose vacant weight is harder to be borne | A2 |
| Than the keen stingings of more active pangs | Y |
| When it has traced the mystic chain of being | I3 |
| To its last link it may perchance shake off | F3 |
| The misery of restless discontent | D2 |
| Its fulness then may sink it into rest | D2 |
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| Spirit | D2 |
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| I have no power to disobey thy word | D2 |
| If thou wilt on I must proceed with thee | D2 |
| Even though in looking on I share the pangs | Y |
| Of those who suffer | B |
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| Werner | B |
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| Come then I too must see them tho' it cost | D2 |
| Me years of pain to gaze but for a moment | D2 |
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| Spirit | D2 |
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| 'Twere harder now to find Eve's' buried dust | D2 |
| Than to declare who has inherited | D2 |
| The largest portion of her prying spirit | D2 |
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| Sings | Y |
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| Where Pain keepeth vigil | K |
| With Sorrow and Care | Q2 |
| And Horror sits watching | I3 |
| By dull eyed Despair | Q2 |
| Where the Spirit accurst | D2 |
| Maketh moan in its wo | I2 |
| Thy wishes direct us | Y |
| And thither we go | I2 |
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| Exeunt | D2 |
George W. Sands
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