The Blessed Virgin Compared To The Air We Breathe Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Wild air world mothering air	A
Nestling me everywhere	A
That each eyelash or hair	A
Girdles goes home betwixt	B
The fleeciest frailest flixed	B
Snowflake that 's fairly mixed	B
With riddles and is rife	C
In every least thing's life	C
This needful never spent	B
And nursing element	B
My more than meat and drink	D
My meal at every wink	D
This air which by life's law	E
My lung must draw and draw	E
Now but to breathe its praise	F
Minds me in many ways	F
Of her who not only	G
Gave God's infinity	G
Dwindled to infancy	G
Welcome in womb and breast	B
Birth milk and all the rest	B
But mothers each new grace	H
That does now reach our race	H
Mary Immaculate	B
Merely a woman yet	B
Whose presence power is	I
Great as no goddess's	I
Was deem egrave d dream egrave d who	J
This one work has to do	J
Let all God's glory through	J
God's glory which would go	K
Through her and from her flow	K
Off and no way but so	K
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I say that we are wound	B
With mercy round and round	B
As if with air the same	L
Is Mary more by name	L
She wild web wondrous robe	M
Mantles the guilty globe	M
Since God has let dispense	I
Her prayers his providence	I
Nay more than almoner	N
The sweet alms' self is her	N
And men are meant to share	A
Her life as life does air	A
If I have understood	B
She holds high motherhood	B
Towards all our ghostly good	B
And plays in grace her part	B
About man's beating heart	B
Laying like air's fine flood	B
The deathdance in his blood	B
Yet no part but what will	O
Be Christ our Saviour still	O
Of her flesh he took flesh	P
He does take fresh and fresh	P
Though much the mystery how	Q
Not flesh but spirit now	Q
And makes O marvellous	I
New Nazareths in us	I
Where she shall yet conceive	R
Him morning noon and eve	R
New Bethlems and he born	S
There evening noon and morn	S
Bethlem or Nazareth	T
Men here may draw like breath	U
More Christ and baffle death	U
Who born so comes to be	G
New self and nobler me	G
In each one and each one	V
More makes when all is done	V
Both God's and Mary's Son	V
Again look overhead	B
How air is azur egrave d	G
O how nay do but stand	B
Where you can lift your hand	B
Skywards rich rich it laps	I
Round the four fingergaps	I
Yet such a sapphire shot	B
Charged steep egrave d sky will not	B
Stain light Yea mark you this	I
It does no prejudice	I
The glass blue days are those	I
When every colour glows	I
Each shape and shadow shows	I
Blue be it this blue heaven	V
The seven or seven times seven	V
Hued sunbeam will transmit	B
Perfect not alter it	B
Or if there does some soft	B
On things aloof aloft	B
Bloom breathe that one breath more	W
Earth is the fairer for	W
Whereas did air not make	X
This bath of blue and slake	X
His fire the sun would shake	X
A blear and blinding ball	Y
With blackness bound and all	Y
The thick stars round him roll	Z
Flashing like flecks of coal	Z
Quartz fret or sparks of salt	B
In grimy vasty vault	B
So God was god of old	B
A mother came to mould	B
Those limbs like ours which are	A2
What must make our daystar	A2
Much dearer to mankind	B
Whose glory bare would blind	B
Or less would win man's mind	B
Through her we may see him	B2
Made sweeter not made dim	B2
And her hand leaves his light	B
Sifted to suit our sight	B
Be thou then O thou dear	A2
Mother my atmosphere	A2
My happier world wherein	C2
To wend and meet no sin	C2
Above me round me lie	D2
Fronting my froward eye	D2
With sweet and scarless sky	D2
Stir in my ears speak there	A2
Of God's love O live air	A2
Of patience penance prayer	A2
World mothering air air wild	B
Wound with thee in thee isled	B
Fold home fast fold thy child	B

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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