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A Vision Of Poesy - Part 01 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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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A self withdrawn and independent bliss	Q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