A Vision Of Poesy - Part 01 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEE A FGFGHH A IJIKLL L CMCMNN L OPOPQQ L RSRSTT L KUKUVV L WWWWXX W YZA2ZWW W B2HB2HWW W WC2WC2D2D2 W LWLWLW W RWRWWW L E2WE2WF2F2 L CG2CG2H2H2 L WI2WI2EE L KJ2KJ2II L WE2WE2K2K2 W L2WL2WWW W E2A2E2YWW W E2IE2IM2M2 W N2O2N2O2P2P2 W WCWCO2O2 L O2WO2WO2O2 L O2HO2HWW L Q2WQ2WO2O2 L O2WO2WWW L EWEO2O2O2 W W| I | A |
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| In a far country and a distant age | B |
| Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth | C |
| A boy was born of humble parentage | D |
| The stars that shone upon his lonely birth | C |
| Did seem to promise sovereignty and fame | E |
| Yet no tradition hath preserved his name | E |
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| II | A |
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| 'T is said that on the night when he was born | F |
| A beauteous shape swept slowly through the room | G |
| Its eyes broke on the infant like a morn | F |
| And his cheek brightened like a rose in bloom | G |
| But as it passed away there followed after | H |
| A sigh of pain and sounds of elvish laughter | H |
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| III | A |
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| And so his parents deemed him to be blest | I |
| Beyond the lot of mortals they were poor | J |
| As the most timid bird that stored its nest | I |
| With the stray gleanings at their cottage door | K |
| Yet they contrived to rear their little dove | L |
| And he repaid them with the tenderest love | L |
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| IV | L |
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| The child was very beautiful in sooth | C |
| And as he waxed in years grew lovelier still | M |
| On his fair brow the aureole of truth | C |
| Beamed and the purest maidens with a thrill | M |
| Looked in his eyes and from their heaven of blue | N |
| Saw thoughts like sinless Angels peering through | N |
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| V | L |
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| Need there was none of censure or of praise | O |
| To mould him to the kind parental hand | P |
| Yet there was ever something in his ways | O |
| Which those about him could not understand | P |
| A self withdrawn and independent bliss | Q |
| Beside the father's love the mother's kiss | Q |
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| VI | L |
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| For oft when he believed himself alone | R |
| They caught brief snatches of mysterious rhymes | S |
| Which he would murmur in an undertone | R |
| Like a pleased bee's in summer and at times | S |
| A strange far look would come into his eyes | T |
| As if he saw a vision in the skies | T |
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| VII | L |
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| And he upon a simple leaf would pore | K |
| As if its very texture unto him | U |
| Had some deep meaning sometimes by the door | K |
| From noon until a summer day grew dim | U |
| He lay and watched the clouds and to his thought | V |
| Night with her stars but fitful slumbers brought | V |
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| VIII | L |
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| In the long hours of twilight when the breeze | W |
| Talked in low tones along the woodland rills | W |
| Or the loud North its stormy minstrelsies | W |
| Blent with wild noises from the distant hills | W |
| The boy his rosy hand against his ear | X |
| Curved like a sea shell hushed as some rapt seer | X |
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| IX | W |
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| Followed the sounds and ever and again | Y |
| As the wind came and went in storm or play | Z |
| He seemed to hearken as to some far strain | A2 |
| Of mingled voices calling him away | Z |
| And they who watched him held their breath to trace | W |
| The still and fixed attention in his face | W |
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| X | W |
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| Once on a cold and loud voiced winter night | B2 |
| The three were seated by their cottage fire | H |
| The mother watching by its flickering light | B2 |
| The wakeful urchin and the dozing sire | H |
| There was a brief quick motion like a bird's | W |
| And the boy's thought thus rippled into words | W |
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| XI | W |
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| O mother thou hast taught me many things | W |
| But none I think more beautiful than speech | C2 |
| A nobler power than even those broad wings | W |
| I used to pray for when I longed to reach | C2 |
| That distant peak which on our vale looks down | D2 |
| And wears the star of evening for a crown | D2 |
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| XII | W |
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| But mother while our human words are rife | L |
| To us with meaning other sounds there be | W |
| Which seem and are the language of a life | L |
| Around yet unlike ours winds talk the sea | W |
| Murmurs articulately and the sky | L |
| Listens and answers though inaudibly | W |
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| XIII | W |
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| By stream and spring in glades and woodlands lone | R |
| Beside our very cot I've gathered flowers | W |
| Inscribed with signs and characters unknown | R |
| But the frail scrolls still baffle all my powers | W |
| What is this language and where is the key | W |
| That opes its weird and wondrous mystery | W |
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| XIV | L |
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| The forests know it and the mountains know | E2 |
| And it is written in the sunset's dyes | W |
| A revelation to the world below | E2 |
| Is daily going on before our eyes | W |
| And but for sinful thoughts I do not doubt | F2 |
| That we could spell the thrilling secret out | F2 |
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| XV | L |
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| O mother somewhere on this lovely earth | C |
| I lived and understood that mystic tongue | G2 |
| But for some reason to my second birth | C |
| Only the dullest memories have clung | G2 |
| Like that fair tree that even while blossoming | H2 |
| Keeps the dead berries of a former spring | H2 |
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| XVI | L |
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| Who shall put life in these my nightly dreams | W |
| Some teacher of supernal powers foretell | I2 |
| A fair and stately shape appears which seems | W |
| Bright with all truth and once in a dark dell | I2 |
| Within the forest unto me there came | E |
| A voice that must be hers which called my name | E |
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| XVII | L |
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| Puzzled and frightened wondering more and more | K |
| The mother heard but did not comprehend | J2 |
| So early dallying with forbidden lore | K |
| Oh what will chance and wherein will it end | J2 |
| My child my child she caught him to her breast | I |
| Oh let me kiss these wildering thoughts to rest | I |
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| XVIII | L |
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| They cannot come from God who freely gives | W |
| All that we need to have or ought to know | E2 |
| Beware my son some evil influence strives | W |
| To grieve thy parents and to work thee woe | E2 |
| Alas the vision I misunderstood | K2 |
| It could not be an angel fair and good | K2 |
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| XIX | W |
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| And then in low and tremulous tones she told | L2 |
| The story of his birth night the boy's eyes | W |
| As the wild tale went on were bright and bold | L2 |
| With a weird look that did not seem surprise | W |
| Perhaps he said this lady and her elves | W |
| Will one day come and take me to themselves | W |
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| XX | W |
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| And wouldst thou leave us Dearest mother no | E2 |
| Hush I will check these thoughts that give thee pain | A2 |
| Or if they flow as they perchance must flow | E2 |
| At least I will not utter them again | Y |
| Hark didst thou hear a voice like many streams | W |
| Mother it is the spirit of my dreams | W |
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| XXI | W |
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| Thenceforth whatever impulse stirred below | E2 |
| In the deep heart beneath that childish breast | I |
| Those lips were sealed and though the eye would glow | E2 |
| Yet the brow wore an air of perfect rest | I |
| Cheerful content with calm though strong control | M2 |
| He shut the temple portals of his soul | M2 |
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| XXII | W |
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| And when too restlessly the mighty throng | N2 |
| Of fancies woke within his teeming mind | O2 |
| All silently they formed in glorious song | N2 |
| And floated off unheard and undivined | O2 |
| Perchance not lost with many a voiceless prayer | P2 |
| They reached the sky and found some record there | P2 |
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| XXIII | W |
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| Softly and swiftly sped the quiet days | W |
| The thoughtful boy has blossomed into youth | C |
| And still no maiden would have feared his gaze | W |
| And still his brow was noble with the truth | C |
| Yet though he masks the pain with pious art | O2 |
| There burns a restless fever in his heart | O2 |
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| XXIV | L |
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| A childish dream is now a deathless need | O2 |
| Which drives him to far hills and distant wilds | W |
| The solemn faith and fervor of his creed | O2 |
| Bold as a martyr's simple as a child's | W |
| The eagle knew him as she knew the blast | O2 |
| And the deer did not flee him as he passed | O2 |
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| XXV | L |
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| But gentle even in his wildest mood | O2 |
| Always and most he loved the bluest weather | H |
| And in some soft and sunny solitude | O2 |
| Couched like a milder sunshine on the heather | H |
| He communed with the winds and with the birds | W |
| As if they might have answered him in words | W |
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| XXVI | L |
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| Deep buried in the forest was a nook | Q2 |
| Remote and quiet as its quiet skies | W |
| He knew it sought it loved it as a book | Q2 |
| Full of his own sweet thoughts and memories | W |
| Dark oaks and fluted chestnuts gathering round | O2 |
| Pillared and greenly domed a sloping mound | O2 |
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| XXVII | L |
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| Whereof white purple azure golden red | O2 |
| Confused like hues of sunset the wild flowers | W |
| Wove a rich dais through crosslights overhead | O2 |
| Glanced the clear sunshine fell the fruitful showers | W |
| And here the shyest bird would fold her wings | W |
| Here fled the fairest and the gentlest things | W |
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| XXVIII | L |
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| Thither one night of mist and moonlight came | E |
| The youth with nothing deeper in his thoughts | W |
| Than to behold beneath the silver flame | E |
| New aspects of his fair and favorite spot | O2 |
| A single ray attained the ground and shed | O2 |
| Just light enough to guide the wanderer's tread | O2 |
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| XXIX | W |
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| And high and hushed arose the stately trees | W |
Henry Timrod
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