To Contemplation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST UVWXYJZA2B2C2D2EE2F2 G2H2I2LJ2K2L2M2D2N2D 2O2L2L2XEP2Q2R2S2T2R ML2XU2EH2| Thee do I own the prompter of my joys | A |
| The soother of my cares inspiring peace | B |
| And I will ne'er forsake thee Men may rave | C |
| And blame and censure me that I don't tie | D |
| My every thought down to the desk and spend | E |
| The morning of my life in adding figures | F |
| With accurate monotony that so | G |
| The good things of the world may be my lot | H |
| And I might taste the blessedness of wealth | I |
| But oh I was not made for money getting | J |
| For me no much respected plum awaits | K |
| Nor civic honour envied For as still | L |
| I tried to cast with school dexterity | M |
| The interesting sums my vagrant thoughts | N |
| Would quick revert to many a woodland haunt | O |
| Which fond remembrance cherished and the pen | P |
| Dropp'd from my senseless fingers as I pictured | Q |
| In my mind's eye how on the shores of Trent | R |
| I erewhile wander'd with my early friends | S |
| In social intercourse And then I'd think | T |
| How contrary pursuits had thrown us wide | U |
| One from the other scatter'd o'er the globe | V |
| They were set down with sober steadiness | W |
| Each to his occupation I alone | X |
| A wayward youth misled by Fancy's vagaries | Y |
| Remain'd unsettled insecure and veering | J |
| With every wind to every point of the compass | Z |
| Yes in the counting house I could indulge | A2 |
| In fits of close abstraction yea amid | B2 |
| The busy bustling crowds could meditate | C2 |
| And send my thoughts ten thousand leagues away | D2 |
| Beyond the Atlantic resting on my friend | E |
| Ay Contemplation even in earliest youth | E2 |
| I woo'd thy heavenly influence I would walk | F2 |
| A weary way when all my toils were done | G2 |
| To lay myself at night in some lone wood | H2 |
| And hear the sweet song of the nightingale | I2 |
| Oh those were times of happiness and still | L |
| To memory doubly dear for growing years | J2 |
| Had not then taught me man was made to mourn | K2 |
| And a short hour of solitary pleasure | L2 |
| Stolen from sleep was ample recompense | M2 |
| For all the hateful bustles of the day | D2 |
| My opening mind was ductile then and plastic | N2 |
| And soon the marks of care were worn away | D2 |
| While I was sway'd by every novel impulse | O2 |
| Yielding to all the fancies of the hour | L2 |
| But it has now assumed its character | L2 |
| Mark'd by strong lineaments its haughty tone | X |
| Like the firm oak would sooner break than bend | E |
| Yet still O Contemplation I do love | P2 |
| To indulge thy solemn musings still the same | Q2 |
| With thee alone I know to melt and weep | R2 |
| In thee alone delighting Why along | S2 |
| The dusky tract of commerce should I toil | T2 |
| When with an easy competence content | R |
| I can alone be happy where with thee | M |
| I may enjoy the loveliness of Nature | L2 |
| And loose the wings of Fancy Thus alone | X |
| Can I partake the happiness on earth | U2 |
| And to be happy here is a man's chief end | E |
| For to be happy he must needs be good | H2 |
Henry Kirk White
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