Bells Beyond The Forest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGHIIJJ KKLLMMNN OOPPQQRR BMSSTTUU| Wild eyed woodlands here I rest me underneath the gaunt and ghastly trees | A |
| Underneath fantastic fronted caverns crammed with many a muffled breeze | A |
| Far away from dusky towns and cities twinkling with the feet of men | B |
| Listening to a sound of mellow music fleeting down the gusty glen | B |
| Sitting by a rapid torrent with the broken sunset in my face | C |
| By a rapid roaring torrent tumbling through a dark and lonely place | C |
| And I hear the bells beyond the forest and the voice of distant streams | D |
| And a flood of swelling singing wafting round a world of ruined dreams | D |
| Like to one who watches daylight dying from a lofty mountain spire | E |
| When the autumn splendour scatters like a gust of faintly gleaming fire | F |
| So the silent spirit looketh through a mist of faded smiles and tears | G |
| While across it stealeth all the sad and sweet divinity of years | H |
| All the scenes of shine and shadow light and darkness sleeping side by side | I |
| When my heart was wedded to existence as a bridegroom to his bride | I |
| While I travelled gaily onward with the vapours crowding in my wake | J |
| Deeming that the Present hid the glory where the promised Morn would break | J |
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| Like to one who by the waters standing marks the reeling ocean wave | K |
| Moaning hide his head all torn and shivered underneath his lonely cave | K |
| So the soul within me glances at the tides of Purpose where they creep | L |
| Dashed to fragments by the yawning ridges circling Life s tempestuous Deep | L |
| Oh the tattered leaves are dropping dropping round me like a fall of rain | M |
| While the dust of many a broken aspiration sweeps my troubled brain | M |
| With the yearnings after Beauty and the longings to be good and great | N |
| And the thoughts of catching Fortune flying on the tardy wings of Fate | N |
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| Bells beyond the forest chiming where is all the inspiration now | O |
| That was wont to flush my forehead and to chase the pallor from my brow | O |
| Did I not amongst these thickets weave my thoughts and passions into rhyme | P |
| Trusting that the words were golden hoping for the praise of after time | P |
| Where have all those fancies fled to Can the fond delusion linger still | Q |
| When the Evening withers o er me and the night is creeping up the hill | Q |
| If the years of strength have left me and my life begins to fail and fade | R |
| Who will learn my simple ballads who will stay to sing the songs I ve made | R |
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| Bells beyond the forest ringing lo I hasten to the world again | B |
| For the sun has smote the empty windows and the day is on the wane | M |
| Hear I not a dreamy echo soughing through the rafters of the tree | S |
| Like a sound of stormy rivers or the ravings of a restless sea | S |
| Should I loiter here to listen while this fitful wind is on the wing | T |
| No the heart of Time is sobbing and my spirit is a withered thing | T |
| Let the rapid torrents tumble let the woodlands whistle in the blast | U |
| Mighty minstrels sing behind me but the promise of my youth is past | U |
Henry Kendall
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