The Bridge: Quaker Hill Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Perspective never withers from their eyes	A
They keep that docile edict of the Spring	B
That blends March with August Antarctic skies	A
These are but cows that see no other thing	B
Than grass and snow and their own inner being	B
Through the rich halo that they do not trouble	C
Even to cast upon the seasons fleeting	B
Though they should thin and die on last year s stubble	C
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And they are awkward ponderous and uncoy	B
While we who press the cider mill regarding them	D
We who with pledges taste the bright annoy	E
Of friendship s acid wine retarding phlegm	D
Shifting reprisals til who shall tell us when	F
The jest is too sharp to be kindly boast	G
Much of our store of faith in other men	F
Who would ourselves stalk down the merriest ghost	G
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Above them old Mizzentop palatial white	H
Hostelry floor by floor to cinquefoil dormer	I
Portholes the ceilings stack their stoic height	H
Long tiers of windows staring out toward former	I
Faces loose panes crown the hill and gleam	J
At sunset with a silent cobwebbed patience	K
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See them like eyes that still uphold some dream	J
Through mapled vistas cancelled reservations	L
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High from the central cupola they say	M
One s glance could cross the borders of three states	N
But I have seen death s stare in slow survey	M
From four horizons that no one relates	N
Weekenders avid of their turf won scores	O
Here three hours from the semaphores the Czars	P
Of golf by twos and threes in plaid plusfours	P
Alight with sticks abristle and cigars	P
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This was the Promised Land and still it is	P
To the persuasive suburban land agent	Q
In bootleg roadhouses where the gin fizz	P
Bubbles in time to Hollywood s new love nest pageant	Q
Fresh from the radio in the old Meeting House	P
Now the New Avalon Hotel volcanoes roar	R
A welcome to highsteppers that no mouse	P
Who saw the Friends there ever heard before	R
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What cunning neighbors history has in fine	S
The woodlouse mortgages the ancient deal	T
Table that Powitzky buys for only nine	S
Ty five at Adams auction eats the seal	T
The spinster polish of antiquity	U
Who holds the lease on time and on disgrace	P
What eats the pattern with ubiquity	U
Where are my kinsmen and the patriarch race	P
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The resigned factions of the dead preside	V
Dead rangers bled their comfort on the snow	W
But I must ask slain Iroquois to guide	V
Me farther than scalped Yankees knew to go	W
Shoulder the curse of sundered parentage	X
Wait for the postman driving from Birch Hill	Y
With birthright by blackmail the arrant page	Z
That unfolds a new destiny to fill	Y
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So must we from the hawk s far stemming view	A2
Must we descend as worm s eye to construe	A2
Our love of all we touch and take it to the Gate	B2
As humbly as a guest who knows himself too late	B2
His news already told Yes while the heart is wrung	B
Arise yes take this sheaf of dust upon your tongue	B
In one last angelus lift throbbing throat	C2
Listen transmuting silence with that stilly note	C2
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Of pain that Emily that Isadora knew	A2
While high from dim elm chancels hung with dew	A2
That triple noted clause of moonlight	H
Yes whip poor will unhusks the heart of fright	H
Breaks us and saves yes breaks the heart yet yields	P
That patience that is armour and that shields	P
Love from despair when love forsees the end	D2
Leaf after autumnal leaf	E2
break off	F2
descend	D2
descend	D2

Harold Hart Crane

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