Clifton Grove: A Sketch Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Lo in the west fast fades the lingering light	A
And day's last vestige takes its silent flight	A
No more is heard the woodman's measured stroke	B
Which with the dawn from yonder dingle broke	B
No more hoarse clamouring o'er the uplifted head	C
The crows assembling seek their wind rock'd bed	C
Still'd is the village hum the woodland sounds	D
Have ceased to echo o'er the dewy grounds	D
And general silence reigns save when below	E
The murmuring Trent is scarcely heard to flow	E
And save when swung by 'nighted rustic late	F
Oft on its hinge rebounds the jarring gate	F
Or when the sheep bell in the distant vale	G
Breathes its wild music on the downy gale	G
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Now when the rustic wears the social smile	H
Released from day and its attendant toil	I
And draws his household round their evening fire	J
And tells the ofttold tales that never tire	J
Or where the town's blue turrets dimly rise	K
And manufacture taints the ambient skies	K
The pale mechanic leaves the labouring loom	L
The air pent hold the pestilential room	L
And rushes out impatient to begin	M
The stated course of customary sin	M
Now now my solitary way I bend	N
Where solemn groves in awful state impend	N
And cliffs that boldly rise above the plain	O
Bespeak bless'd Clifton thy sublime domain	O
Here lonely wandering o'er the sylvan bower	J
I come to pass the meditative hour	J
To bid awhile the strife of passion cease	P
And woo the calms of solitude and peace	P
And oh thou sacred Power who rear'st on high	Q
Thy leafy throne where wavy poplars sigh	Q
Genius of woodland shades whose mild control	R
Steals with resistless witchery to the soul	R
Come with thy wonted ardour and inspire	S
My glowing bosom with thy hallow'd fire	J
And thou too Fancy from thy starry sphere	T
Where to the hymning orbs thou lend'st thine ear	U
Do thou descend and bless my ravish'd sight	A
Veil'd in soft visions of serene delight	A
At thy command the gale that passes by	Q
Bears in its whispers mystic harmony	V
Thou wavest thy wand and lo what forms appear	T
On the dark cloud what giant shapes career	T
The ghosts of Ossian skim the misty vale	G
And hosts of sylphids on the moonbeams sail	G
This gloomy alcove darkling to the sight	A
Where meeting trees create eternal night	A
Save when from yonder stream the sunny ray	W
Reflected gives a dubious gleam of day	W
Recalls endearing to my alter'd mind	X
Times when beneath the boxen hedge reclined	X
I watch'd the lapwing to her clamorous brood	Y
Or lured the robin to its scatter'd food	Y
Or woke with song the woodland echo wild	Z
And at each gay response delighted smiled	Z
How oft when childhood threw its golden ray	W
Of gay romance o'er every happy day	W
Here would I run a visionary boy	A2
When the hoarse tempest shook the vaulted sky	Q
And fancy led beheld the Almighty's form	B2
Sternly careering on the eddying storm	B2
And heard while awe congeal'd my inmost soul	R
His voice terrific in the thunders roll	R
With secret joy I view'd with vivid glare	C2
The vollied lightnings cleave the sullen air	C2
And as the warring winds around reviled	Z
With awful pleasure big I heard and smiled	Z
Beloved remembrance Memory which endears	P
This silent spot to my advancing years	P
Here dwells eternal peace eternal rest	D2
In shades like these to live is to be bless'd	D2
While happiness evades the busy crowd	E2
In rural coverts loves the maid to shroud	E2
And thou too Inspiration whose wild flame	F2
Shoots with electric swiftness through the frame	F2
Thou here dost love to sit with upturn'd eye	Q
And listen to the stream that murmurs by	Q
The woods that wave the gray owl's silken flight	A
The mellow music of the listening night	A
Congenial calms more welcome to my breast	D2
Than maddening joy in dazzling lustre dress'd	D2
To Heaven my prayers my daily prayers I raise	P
That ye may bless my unambitious days	P
Withdrawn remote from all the haunts of strife	G2
May trace with me the lowly vale of life	G2
And when her banner Death shall o'er me wave	H2
May keep your peaceful vigils on my grave	H2
Now as I rove where wide the prospect grows	P
A livelier light upon my vision flows	P
No more above the embracing branches meet	I2
No more the river gurgles at my feet	I2
But seen deep down the cliff's impending side	J2
Through hanging woods now gleams its silver tide	J2
Dim is my upland path across the green	K2
Fantastic shadows fling yet oft between	K2
The chequer'd glooms the moon her chaste ray sheds	P
Where knots of bluebells droop their graceful heads	P
And beds of violets blooming 'mid the trees	P
Load with waste fragrance the nocturnal breeze	P
	-
Say why does Man while to his opening sight	A
Each shrub presents a source of chaste delight	A
And Nature bids for him her treasures flow	E
And gives to him alone his bliss to know	E
Why does he pant for Vice's deadly charms	P
Why clasp the syren Pleasure to his arms	P
And suck deep draughts of her voluptuous breath	L2
Though fraught with ruin infamy and death	L2
Could he who thus to vile enjoyment clings	P
Know what calm joy from purer sources springs	P
Could he but feel how sweet how free from strife	G2
The harmless pleasures of a harmless life	G2
No more his soul would pant for joys impure	M2
The deadly chalice would no more allure	M2
But the sweet potion he was wont to sip	N2
Would turn to poison on his conscious lip	N2
	-
Fair Nature thee in all thy varied charms	P
Fain would I clasp for ever in my arms	P
Thine are the sweets which never never sate	F
Thine still remain through all the storms of fate	F
Though not for me 't was Heaven's divine command	O2
To roll in acres of paternal land	O2
Yet still my lot is bless'd while I enjoy	A2
Thine opening beauties with a lover's eye	Q
	-
Happy is he who though the cup of bliss	P
Has ever shunn'd him when he thought to kiss	P
Who still in abject poverty or pain	O
Can count with pleasure what small joys remain	O
Though were his sight convey'd from zone to zone	P2
He would not find one spot of ground his own	P2
Yet as he looks around he cries with glee	V
These bounding prospects all were made for me	V
For me yon waving fields their burden bear	C2
For me yon labourer guides the shining share	C2
While happy I in idle ease recline	Q2
And mark the glorious visions as they shine	Q2
This is the charm by sages often told	R2
Converting all it touches into gold	R2
Content can soothe where'er by fortune placed	S2
Can rear a garden in the desert waste	S2
	-
How lovely from this hill's superior height	A
Spreads the wide view before my straining sight	A
O'er many a varied mile of lengthening ground	T2
E'en to the blue ridged hill's remotest bound	T2
My ken is borne while o'er my head serene	K2
The silver moon illumes the misty scene	K2
Now shining clear now darkening in the glade	U2
In all the soft varieties of shade	U2
	-
Behind me lo the peaceful hamlet lies	P
The drowsy god has seal'd the cotter's eyes	P
No more where late the social faggot blazed	V2
The vacant peal resounds by little raised	V2
But locked in silence o'er Arion's star	W2
The slumbering Night rolls on her velvet car	W2
The church bell tolls deep sounding down the glade	U2
The solemn hour for walking spectres made	U2
The simple ploughboy wakening with the sound	T2
Listens aghast and turns him startled round	T2
Then stops his ears and strives to close his eyes	P
Lest at the sound some grisly ghost should rise	P
Now ceased the long the monitory toll	R
Returning silence stagnates in the soul	R
Save when disturbed by dreams with wild affright	T2
The deep mouth'd mastiff bays the troubled night	T2
Or where the village alehouse crowns the vale	G
The creaking signpost whistles to the gale	G
A little onward let me bend my way	W
Where the moss'd seat invites the traveller's stay	W
That spot oh yet it is the very same	F2
That hawthorn gives it shade and gave it name	F2
There yet the primrose opes its earliest bloom	L
There yet the violet sheds its first perfume	L
And in the branch that rears above the rest	T2
The robin unmolested builds its nest	T2
'T was here when hope presiding o'er my breast	T2
In vivid colours every prospect dress'd	T2
'T was here reclining I indulged her dreams	P
And lost the hour in visionary schemes	P
Here as I press once more the ancient seat	T2
Why bland deceiver not renew the cheat	T2
Say can a few short years this change achieve	X2
That thy illusions can no more deceive	X2
Time's sombrous tints have every view o'erspread	T2
And thou too gay seducer art thou fled	T2
	-
Though vain thy promise and the suit severe	T
Yet thou couldst guile Misfortune of her tear	C2
And oft thy smiles across life's gloomy way	W
Could throw a gleam of transitory day	W
How gay in youth the flattering future seems	P
How sweet is manhood in the infant's dreams	P
The dire mistake too soon is brought to light	T2
And all is buried in redoubled night	T2
Yet some can rise superior to the pain	O
And in their breasts the charmer Hope retain	O
While others dead to feeling can survey	W
Unmoved their fairest prospects fade away	W
But yet a few there be too soon o'ercast	T2
Who shrink unhappy from the adverse blast	T2
And woo the first bright gleam which breaks the gloom	L
To gild the silent slumbers of the tomb	L
So in these shades the early primrose blows	P
Too soon deceived by suns and melting snows	P
So falls untimely on the desert waste	T2
Its blossoms withering in the northern blast	T2
	-
Now pass'd whate'er the upland heights display	W
Down the steep cliff I wind my devious way	W
Oft rousing as the rustling path I beat	T2
The timid hare from its accustom'd seat	T2
And oh how sweet this walk o'erhung with wood	T2
That winds the margin of the solemn flood	T2
What rural objects steal upon the sight	T2
What rising views prolong the calm delight	T2
	-
The brooklet branching from the silver Trent	T2
The whispering birch by every zephyr bent	T2
The woody island and the naked mead	T2
The lowly hut half hid in groves of reed	T2
The rural wicket and the rural stile	H
And frequent interspersed the woodman's pile	H
Above below where'er I turn my eyes	P
Rocks waters woods in grand succession rise	P
High up the cliff the varied groves ascend	T2
And mournful larches o'er the wave impend	T2
Around what sounds what magic sounds arise	P
What glimmering scenes salute my ravish'd eyes	P
Soft sleep the waters on their pebbly bed	T2
The woods wave gently o'er my drooping head	T2
And swelling slow comes wafted on the wind	T2
Lorn Progne's note from distant copse behind	T2
Still every rising sound of calm delight	T2
Stamps but the fearful silence of the night	T2
Save when is heard between each dreary rest	T2
Discordant from her solitary nest	T2
The owl dull screaming to the wandering moon	Y2
Now riding cloud wrapp'd near her highest noon	Y2
Or when the wild duck southering hither rides	P
And plunges sullen in the sounding tides	P
	-
How oft in this sequester'd spot when youth	Z2
Gave to each tale the holy force of truth	Z2
Have I long linger'd while the milkmaid sung	A3
The tragic legend till the woodland rung	A3
That tale so sad which still to memory dear	T
From its sweet source can call the sacred tear	C2
And lull'd to rest stern Reason's harsh control	R
Steal its soft magic to the passive soul	R
These hallow'd shades these trees that woo the wind	T2
Recall its faintest features to my mind	T2
A hundred passing years with march sublime	B3
Have swept beneath the silent wing of time	B3
Since in yon hamlet's solitary shade	T2
Reclusely dwelt the far famed Clifton Maid	T2
The beauteous Margaret for her each swain	O
Confess'd in private his peculiar pain	O
In secret sigh'd a victim to despair	C2
Nor dared to hope to win the peerless fair	C2
No more the Shepherd on the blooming mead	T2
Attuned to gaiety his artless reed	T2
No more entwined the pansied wreath to deck	C3
His favourite wether's unpolluted neck	C3
But listless by yon bubbling stream reclined	T2
He mix'd his sobbings with the passing wind	T2
Bemoan'd his hapless love or boldly bent	T2
Far from these smiling fields a rover went	T2
O'er distant lands in search of ease to roam	D3
A self will'd exile from his native home	D3
	-
Yet not to all the maid express'd disdain	O
Her Bateman loved nor loved the youth in vain	O
Full oft low whispering o'er these arching boughs	P
The echoing vault responded to their vows	P
As here deep hidden from the glare of day	W
Enamour'd oft they took their secret way	W
	-
Yon bosky dingle still the rustics name	F2
'T was there the blushing maid confessed her flame	F2
Down yon green lane they oft were seen to hie	E3
When evening slumber'd on the western sky	Q
That blasted yew that mouldering walnut bare	C2
Each bears mementos of the fated pair	C2
	-
One eve when Autumn loaded every breeze	P
With the fallen honours of the mourning trees	P
The maiden waited at the accustom'd bower	J
And waited long beyond the appointed hour	J
Yet Bateman came not o'er the woodland drear	J
Howling portentous did the winds career	J
And bleak and dismal on the leafless woods	P
The fitful rains rush'd down in sullen floods	P
The night was dark as now and then the gale	G
Paused for a moment Margaret listen'd pale	G
But through the covert to her anxious ear	J
No rustling footstep spoke her lover near	J
Strange fears now fill'd her breast she knew not why	Q
She sigh'd and Bateman's name was in each sigh	Q
She hears a noise 't is he he comes at last	T2
Alas 't was but the gale which hurried past	T2
But now she hears a quickening footstep sound	T2
Lightly it comes and nearer does it bound	T2
'T is Bateman's self he springs into her arms	P
'T is he that clasps and chides her vain alarms	P
Yet why this silence I have waited long	F3
And the cold storm has yell'd the trees among	A3
	-
And now thou'rt here my fears are fled yet speak	G3
Why does the salt tear moisten on thy cheek	G3
Say what is wrong Now through a parting cloud	T2
The pale moon peer'd from her tempestuous shroud	T2
And Bateman's face was seen 't was deadly white	T2
And sorrow seem'd to sicken in his sight	T2
Oh speak my love again the maid conjured	T2
Why is thy heart in sullen woe immured	T2
He raised his head and thrice essay'd to tell	H3
Thrice from his lips the unfinished accents fell	H3
When thus at last reluctantly he broke	B
His boding silence and the maid bespoke	B
Grieve not my love but ere the morn advance	P
I on these fields must cast my parting glance	P
For three long years by cruel fate's command	T2
I go to languish in a foreign land	T2
Oh Margaret omens dire have met my view	I3
Say when far distant wilt thou bear me true	I3
Should honours tempt thee and should riches fee	V
Wouldst thou forget thine ardent vows to me	V
And on the silken couch of wealth reclined	T2
Banish thy faithful Bateman from thy mind	T2
	-
Oh why replies the maid my faith thus prove	J3
Canst thou ah canst thou then suspect my love	K3
Hear me just God if from my traitorous heart	T2
My Bateman's fond remembrance e'er shall part	T2
If when he hail again his native shore	J
He finds his Margaret true to him no more	J
May fiends of hell and every power of dread	T2
Conjoin'd then drag me from my perjured bed	T2
And hurl me headlong down these awful steeps	P
To find deserved death in yonder deeps	P
Thus spake the maid and from her finger drew	I3
A golden ring and broke it quick in two	I3
One half she in her lovely bosom hides	P
The other trembling to her love confides	P
This bind the vow she said this mystic charm	L3
No future recantation can disarm	L3
The right vindictive does the fates involve	M3
No tears can move it no regrets dissolve	M3
	-
She ceased The death bird gave a dismal cry	Q
The river moan'd the wild gale whistled by	Q
And once again the lady of the night	T2
Behind a heavy cloud withdrew her light	T2
Trembling she view'd these portents with dismay	W
But gently Bateman kiss'd her fears away	W
Yet still he felt conceal'd a secret smart	T2
Still melancholy bodings fill'd his heart	T2
	-
When to the distant land the youth was sped	T2
A lonely life the moody maiden led	T2
Still would she trace each dear each well known walk	B
Still by the moonlight to her love would talk	B
And fancy as she paced among the trees	P
She heard his whispers in the dying breeze	P
	-
Thus two years glided on in silent grief	N3
The third her bosom own'd the kind relief	N3
Absence had cool'd her love the impoverish'd flame	F2
Was dwindling fast when lo the tempter came	F2
He offered wealth and all the joys of life	G2
And the weak maid became another's wife	G2
Six guilty months had mark'd the false one's crime	B3
When Bateman hail'd once more his native clime	B3
Sure of her constancy elate he came	B3
The lovely partner of his soul to claim	B3
Light was his heart as up the well known way	W
He bent his steps and all his thoughts were gay	W
Oh who can paint his agonizing throes	P
When on his ear the fatal news arose	P
Chill'd with amazement senseless with the blow	E
He stood a marble monument of woe	E
Till call'd to all the horrors of despair	J
He smote his brow and tore his horrent hair	J
Then rush'd impetuous from the dreadful spot	T2
And sought those scenes by memory ne'er forgot	T2
Those scenes the witness of their growing flame	B3
And now like witnesses of Margaret's shame	B3
'T was night he sought the river's lonely shore	J
And traced again their former wanderings o'er	J
Now on the bank in silent grief he stood	T2
And gazed intently on the stealing flood	T2
Death in his mein and madness in his eye	Q
He watch'd the waters as they murmur'd by	Q
Bade the base murderess triumph o'er his grave	H2
Prepared to plunge into the whelming wave	H2
	-
Yet still he stood irresolutely bent	T2
Religion sternly stay'd his rash intent	T2
He knelt Cool play'd upon his cheek the wind	T2
And fann'd the fever of his maddening mind	T2
The willows waved the stream it sweetly swept	T2
The paly moonbeam on its surface slept	T2
And all was peace he felt the general calm	B3
O'er his rack'd bosom shed a genial balm	B3
When casting far behind his streaming eye	Q
He saw the Grove in fancy saw her lie	Q
His Margaret lull'd in Germain's arms to rest	T2
And all the demon rose within his breast	T2
Convulsive now he clench'd his trembling hand	T2
Cast his dark eye once more upon the land	T2
Then at one spring he spurn'd the yielding bank	B
And in the calm deceitful current sank	B
	-
Sad on the solitude of night the sound	T2
As in the stream he plunged was heard around	T2
Then all was still the wave was rough no more	J
The river swept as sweetly as before	J
The willows waved the moonbeams shone serene	K2
And peace returning brooded o'er the scene	K2
	-
Now see upon the perjured fair one hang	B
Remorse's glooms and never ceasing pang	B
Full well she knew repentant now too late	T2
She soon must bow beneath the stroke of fate	T2
But for the babe she bore beneath her breast	T2
The offended God prolong'd her life unbless'd	T2
But fast the fleeting moments roll'd away	W
And near and nearer drew the dreaded day	W
That day foredoom'd to give her child the light	T2
And hurl its mother to the shades of night	T2
The hour arrived and from the wretched wife	G2
The guiltless baby struggled into life	G2
As night drew on around her bed a band	T2
Of friends and kindred kindly took their stand	T2
In holy prayer they pass'd the creeping time	B3
Intent to expiate her awful crime	B3
Their prayers were fruitless As the midnight came	B3
A heavy sleep oppress'd each weary frame	B3
In vain they strove against the o'erwhelming load	T2
Some power unseen their drowsy lids bestrode	T2
They slept till in the blushing eastern sky	Q
The blooming Morning oped her dewy eye	Q
Then wakening wide they sought the ravish'd bed	T2
But lo the hapless Margaret was fled	T2
And never more the weeping train were doom'd	T2
To view the false one in the deeps intomb'd	T2
	-
The neighbouring rustics told that in the night	T2
They heard such screams as froze them with affright	T2
And many an infant at its mother's breast	T2
Started dismay'd from its unthinking rest	T2
And even now upon the heath forlorn	O3
They show the path down which the fair was borne	O3
By the fell demons to the yawning wave	H2
Her own and murder'd lover's mutual grave	H2
	-
Such is the tale so sad to memory dear	J
Which oft in youth has charm'd my listening ear	J
That tale which bade me find redoubled sweets	P
In the drear silence of these dark retreats	P
And even now with melancholy power	J
Adds a new pleasure to the lonely hour	J
'Mid all the charms by magic Nature given	P3
To this wild spot this sublunary heaven	P3
With double joy enthusiast Fancy leans	P
On the attendant legend of the scenes	P
This sheds a fairy lustre on the floods	P
And breathes a mellower gloom upon the woods	P
This as the distant cataract swells around	T2
Gives a romantic cadence to the sound	T2
This and the deepening glen the alley green	K2
The silver stream with sedgy tufts between	K2
The massy rock the wood encompass'd leas	P
The broom clad islands and the nodding trees	P
The lengthening vista and the present gloom	B3
The verdant pathway breathing waste perfume	B3
These are thy charms the joys which these impart	T2
Bind thee bless'd Clifton close around my heart	T2
	-
Dear Native Grove where'er my devious track	B
To thee will Memory lead the wanderer back	B
Whether in Arno's polish'd vales I stray	W
Or where Oswego's swamps obstruct the day	W
Or wander lone where wildering and wide	T2
The tumbling torrent laves St Gothard's side	T2
Or by old Tejo's classic margent muse	P
Or stand entranced with Pyrenean views	P
Still still to thee where'er my footsteps roam	B3
My heart shall point and lead the wanderer home	B3
When Splendour offers and when Fame incites	P
I'll pause and think of all thy dear delights	P
Reject the boon and wearied with the change	Q3
Renounce the wish which first induced to range	Q3
Turn to these scenes these well known scenes once more	J
Trace once again old Trent's romantic shore	J
And tired with worlds and all their busy ways	P
Here waste the little remnant of my days	P
But if the Fates should this last wish deny	Q
And doom me on some foreign shore to die	Q
Oh should it please the world's supernal King	B
That weltering waves my funeral dirge shall sing	B
Or that my corse should on some desert strand	T2
Lie stretch'd beneath the Simoom's blasting hand	T2
Still though unwept I find a stranger tomb	B3
My sprite shall wander through this favourite gloom	B3
Ride on the wind that sweeps the leafless grove	R3
Sigh on the wood blast of the dark alcove	R3
Sit a lorn spectre on yon well known grave	H2
And mix its moanings with the desert wave	H2

Henry Kirk White

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