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A Vision Of Poesy - Part 02 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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It is not winter yet but that sweet time	B
In autumn when the first cool days are past	C
A week ago the leaves were hoar with rime	B
And some have dropped before the North wind's blast	C
But the mild hours are back and at mid noon	D
The day hath all the genial warmth of June	D
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II	A
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What slender form lies stretched along the mound	E
Can it be his the Wanderer's with that brow	F
Gray in its prime those eyes that wander round	E
Listlessly with a jaded glance that now	F
Seems to see nothing where it rests and then	G
Pores on each trivial object in its ken	G
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III	A
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See how a gentle maid's wan fingers clasp	H
The last fond love notes of some faithless hand	I
Thus with a transient interest his weak grasp	H
Holds a few leaves as when of old he scanned	I
The meaning in their gold and crimson streaks	J
But the sweet dream has vanished hush he speaks	J
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IV	-
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Once more once more after long pain and toil	K
And yet not long if I should count by years	L
I breathe my native air and tread the soil	K
I trod in childhood if I shed no tears	M
No happy tears 't is that their fount is dry	A
And joy that cannot weep must sigh must sigh	A
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V	-
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These leaves my boyish books in days of yore	N
When as the weeks sped by I seemed to stand	I
Ever upon the brink of some wild lore	N
These leaves shall make my bed and for the hand	I
Of God is on me chilling brain and breath	O
I shall not ask a softer couch in death	O
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VI	A
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Here was it that I saw or dreamed I saw	P
I know not which that shape of love and light	Q
Spirit of Song have I not owned thy law	P
Have I not taught or striven to teach the right	Q
And kept my heart as clean my life as sweet	R
As mortals may when mortals mortals meet	R
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VII	A
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Thou know'st how I went forth my youthful breast	S
On fire with thee amid the paths of men	G
Once in my wanderings my lone footsteps pressed	S
A mountain forest in a sombre glen	G
Down which its thundrous boom a cataract flung	T
A little bird unheeded built and sung	T
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VIII	A
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So fell my voice amid the whirl and rush	U
Of human passions if unto my art	V
Sorrow hath sometimes owed a gentler gush	U
I know it not if any Poet heart	V
Hath kindled at my songs its light divine	W
I know it not no ray came back to mine	W
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IX	P
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Alone in crowds once more I sought to make	X
Of senseless things my friends the clouds that burn	Y
Above the sunset and the flowers that shake	X
Their odors in the wind these would not turn	Y
Their faces from me far from cities I	A
Forgot the scornful world that passed me by	A
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X	P
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Yet even the world's cold slights I might have borne	Z
Nor fled though sorrowing but I shrank at last	C
When one sweet face too sweet I thought for scorn	Z
Looked scornfully upon me then I passed	C
From all that youth had dreamed or manhood planned	I
Into the self that none would understand	I
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XI	P
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She was I never wronged her womanhood	A2
By crowning it with praises not her own	B2
She was all earth's and earth's too in that mood	C2
When she brings forth her fairest I atone	B2
Now in this fading brow and failing frame	B
That such a soul such soul as mine could tame	B
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XII	P
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Clay to its kindred clay I loved in sooth	O
Too deeply and too purely to be blest	S
With something more of lust and less of truth	O
She would have sunk all blushes on my breast	S
And but I must not blame her in my ear	D2
Death whispers and the end thank God draws near	E2
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XIII	P
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Hist on the perfect silence of the place	P
Comes and dies off a sound like far off rain	F2
With voices mingled on the Poet's face	P
A shadow where no shadow should have lain	F2
Falls the next moment nothing meets his sight	Q
Yet something moves betwixt him and the light	Q
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XIV	A
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And a voice murmurs Wonder not but hear	D2
ME to behold again thou need'st not seek	G2
Yet by the dim felt influence on the air	H2
And by the mystic shadow on thy cheek	G2
Know though thou mayst not touch with fleshly hands	P
The genius of thy life beside thee stands	P
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XV	A
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Unto no fault O weary hearted one	I2
Unto no fault of man's thou ow'st thy fate	J2
All human hearts that beat this earth upon	K2
All human thoughts and human passions wait	J2
Upon the genuine bard to him belong	L2
And help in their own way the Poet's song	L2
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XVI	A
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How blame the world for the world hast thou wrought	M2
Or wast thou but as one who aims to fling	N2
The weight of some unutterable thought	M2
Down like a burden what from questioning	N2
Too subtly thy own spirit and to speech	O2
But half subduing themes beyond the reach	O2
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XVII	A
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Of mortal reason what from living much	P2
In that dark world of shadows where the soul	Q2
Wanders bewildered striving still to clutch	P2
Yet never clutching once a shadowy goal	Q2
Which always flies and while it flies seems near	E2
Thy songs were riddles hard to mortal ear	D2
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XVIII	A
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This was the hidden selfishness that marred	R2
Thy teachings ever this the false key note	S2
That on such souls as might have loved thee jarred	R2
Like an unearthly language thou didst float	S2
On a strange water those who stood on land	I
Gazed but they could not leave their beaten strand	I
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XIX	P
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Your elements were different and apart	V
The world's and thine and even in those intense	P
And watchful broodings o'er thy inmost heart	V
It was thy own peculiar difference	P
That thou didst seek nor didst thou care to find	T2
Aught that would bring thee nearer to thy kind	T2
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XX	P
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Not thus the Poet who in blood and brain	F2
Would represent his race and speak for all	U2
Weaves the bright woof of that impassioned strain	F2
Which drapes as if for some high festival	V2
Of pure delights whence few of human birth	O
May rightly be shut out the common earth	O
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XXI	P
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As the same law that moulds a planet rounds	P
A drop of dew so the great Poet spheres	P
Worlds in himself no selfish limit bounds	P
A sympathy that folds all characters	P
All ranks all passions and all life almost	W2
In its wide circle Like some noble host	W2
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XXII	P
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He spreads the riches of his soul and bids	P
Partake who will Age has its saws of truth	O
And love is for the maiden's drooping lids	P
And words of passion for the earnest youth	O
Wisdom for all and when it seeks relief	A
Tears and their solace for the heart of grief	A
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XXIII	P
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Nor less on him than thee the mysteries	P
Within him and about him ever weigh	A
The meanings in the stars and in the breeze	P
All the weird wonders of the common day	A
Truths that the merest point removes from reach	O2
And thoughts that pause upon the brink of speech	O2
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XXIV	A
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But on the surface of his song these lie	A
As shadows not as darkness and alway	X2
Even though it breathe the secrets of the sky	A
There is a human purpose in the lay	A
Thus some tall fir that whispers to the stars	P
Shields at its base a cotter's lattice bars	P
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XXV	A
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Even such my Poet for thou still art mine	W
Thou mightst have been and now have calmly died	Y2
A priest and not a victim at the shrine	W
Alas yet was it all thy fault I chide	Y2
Perchance myself within thee and the fate	J2
To which thy power was solely consecrate	J2
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XXVI	A
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Thy life hath not been wholly without use	P
Albeit that use is partly hidden now	F
In thy unmingled scorn of any truce	P
With this world's specious falsehoods often thou	F
Hast uttered through some all unworldly song	L2
Truths that for man might else have slumbered long	L2
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XXVII	A
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And these not always vainly on the crowd	Z2
Have fallen some are cherished now and some	B
In mystic phrases wrapped as in a shroud	Z2
Wait the diviner who as yet is dumb	B
Upon the breast of God the gate of birth	O
Closed on a dreamless ignorance of earth	O
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XXVIII	A
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And therefore though thy name shall pass away	A
Even as a cloud that hath wept all its showers	P
Yet as that cloud shall live again one day	A
In the glad grass and in the happy flowers	P
So in thy thoughts though clothed in sweeter rhymes	P
Thy life shall bear its	P