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Kéramos Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Turn turn my wheel Turn round and round	A
Without a pause without a sound	A
So spins the flying world away	B
This clay well mixed with marl and sand	C
Follows the motion of my hand	C
Far some must follow and some command	C
Though all are made of clay	B
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Thus sang the Potter at his task	D
Beneath the blossoming hawthorn tree	E
While o'er his features like a mask	D
The quilted sunshine and leaf shade	F
Moved as the boughs above him swayed	F
And clothed him till he seemed to be	E
A figure woven in tapestry	E
So sumptuously was he arrayed	F
In that magnificent attire	G
Of sable tissue flaked with fire	G
Like a magician he appeared	H
A conjurer without book or beard	H
And while he plied his magic art	I
For it was magical to me	E
I stood in silence and apart	I
And wondered more and more to see	E
That shapeless lifeless mass of clay	B
Rise up to meet the master's hand	C
And now contract and now expand	C
And even his slightest touch obey	B
While ever in a thoughtful mood	J
He sang his ditty and at times	K
Whistled a tune between the rhymes	K
As a melodious interlude	J
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Turn turn my wheel All things must change	L
To something new to something strange	L
Nothing that is can pause or stay	B
The moon will wax the moon will wane	M
The mist and cloud will turn to rain	M
The rain to mist and cloud again	N
To morrow be to day	B
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Thus still the Potter sang and still	O
By some unconscious act of will	O
The melody and even the words	P
Were intermingled with my thought	Q
As bits of colored thread are caught	R
And woven into nests of birds	P
And thus to regions far remote	S
Beyond the ocean's vast expanse	T
This wizard in the motley coat	S
Transported me on wings of song	U
And by the northern shores of France	T
Bore me with restless speed along	U
What land is this that seems to be	E
A mingling of the land and sea	E
This land of sluices dikes and dunes	V
This water net that tessellates	V
The landscape this unending maze	V
Of gardens through whose latticed gates	V
The imprisoned pinks and tulips gaze	V
Where in long summer afternoons	V
The sunshine softened by the haze	V
Comes streaming down as through a screen	W
Where over fields and pastures green	W
The painted ships float high in air	X
And over all and everywhere	X
The sails of windmills sink and soar	Y
Like wings of sea gulls on the shore	Y
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What land is this Yon pretty town	Z
Is Delft with all its wares displayed	F
The pride the market place the crown	Z
And centre of the Potter's trade	F
See every house and room is bright	A2
With glimmers of reflected light	A2
From plates that on the dresser shine	B2
Flagons to foam with Flemish beer	C2
Or sparkle with the Rhenish wine	B2
And pilgrim flasks with fleurs de lis	V
And ships upon a rolling sea	V
And tankards pewter topped and queer	C2
With comic mask and musketeer	D2
Each hospitable chimney smiles	V
A welcome from its painted tiles	V
The parlor walls the chamber floors	V
The stairways and the corridors	V
The borders of the garden walks	V
Are beautiful with fadeless flowers	V
That never droop in winds or showers	V
And never wither on their stalks	V
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Turn turn my wheel All life is brief	E2
What now is bud wilt soon be leaf	E2
What now is leaf will soon decay	B
The wind blows east the wind blows west	F2
The blue eyes in the robin's nest	F2
Will soon have wings and beak and breast	F2
And flutter and fly away	B
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Now southward through the air I glide	G2
The song my only pursuivant	G2
And see across the landscape wide	G2
The blue Charente upon whose tide	G2
The belfries and the spires of Saintes	V
Ripple and rock from side to side	G2
As when an earthquake rends its walls	V
A crumbling city reels and falls	V
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Who is it in the suburbs here	D2
This Potter working with such cheer	C2
In this mean house this mean attire	G
His manly features bronzed with fire	G
Whose figulines and rustic wares	V
Scarce find him bread from day to day	G2
This madman as the people say	G2
Who breaks his tables and his chairs	V
To feed his furnace fires nor cares	V
Who goes unfed if they are fed	G2
Nor who may live if they are dead	G2
This alchemist with hollow cheeks	V
And sunken searching eyes who seeks	V
By mingled earths and ores combined	G2
With potency of fire to find	G2
Some new enamel hard and bright	G2
His dream his passion his delight	G2
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O Palissy within thy breast	G2
Burned the hot fever of unrest	G2
Thine was the prophets vision thine	B2
The exultation the divine	B2
Insanity of noble minds	V
That never falters nor abates	V
But labors and endures and waits	V
Till all that it foresees it finds	V
Or what it cannot find creates	V
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Turn turn my wheel This earthen jar	H2
A touch can make a touch can mar	H2
And shall it to the Potter say	G2
What makest thou Thou hast no hand	G2
As men who think to understand	G2
A world by their Creator planned	G2
Who wiser is than they	G2
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Still guided by the dreamy song	U
As in a trance I float along	U
Above the Pyrenean chain	M
Above the fields and farms of Spain	M
Above the bright Majorcan isle	I2
That lends its softened name to art	G2
A spot a dot upon the chart	G2
Whose little towns red roofed with tile	I2
Are ruby lustred with the light	G2
Of blazing furnaces by night	G2
And crowned by day with wreaths of smoke	J2
Then eastward wafted in my flight	G2
On my enchanter's magic cloak	J2
I sail across the Tyrrhene Sea	V
Into the land of Italy	V
And o'er the windy Apennines	V
Mantled and musical with pines	V
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The palaces the princely halls	V
The doors of houses and the walls	V
Of churches and of belfry towers	V
Cloister and castle street and mart	G2
Are garlanded and gay with flowers	V
That blossom in the fields of art	G2
Here Gubbio's workshops gleam and glow	K2
With brilliant iridescent dyes	V
The dazzling whiteness of the snow	K2
The cobalt blue of summer skies	V
And vase and scutcheon cup and plate	G2
In perfect finish emulate	G2
Faenza Florence Pesaro	H2
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Forth from Urbino's gate there came	L2
A youth with the angelic name	L2
Of Raphael in form and face	V
Himself angelic and divine	B2
In arts of color and design	B2
From him Francesco Xanto caught	G2
Something of his transcendent grace	V
And into fictile fabrics wrought	G2
Suggestions of the master's thought	G2
Nor less Maestro Giorgio shines	V
With madre perl and golden lines	V
Of arabesques and interweaves	V
His birds and fruits and flowers and leaves	V
About some landscape shaded brown	Z
With olive tints on rock and town	Z
Behold this cup within whose bowl	M2
Upon a ground of deepest blue	N2
With yellow lustred stars o'erlaid	G2
Colors of every tint and hue	N2
Mingle in one harmonious whole	M2
With large blue eyes and steadfast gaze	V
Her yellow hair in net and braid	G2
Necklace and ear rings all ablaze	V
With golden lustre o'er the glaze	V
A woman's portrait on the scroll	M2
Cana the Beautiful A name	L2
Forgotten save for such brief fame	L2
As this memorial can bestow	G2
A gift some lover long ago	G2
Gave with his heart to this fair dame	L2
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A nobler title to renown	Z
Is thine O pleasant Tuscan town	Z
Seated beside the Arno's stream	O2
For Lucca della Robbia there	H2
Created forms so wondrous fair	H2
They made thy sovereignty supreme	O2
These choristers with lips of stone	P2
Whose music is not heard but seen	W
Still chant as from their organ screen	W
Their Maker's praise nor these alone	P2
But the more fragile forms of clay	G2
Hardly less beautiful than they	G2
These saints and angels that adorn	Q2
The walls of hospitals and tell	R2
The story of good deeds so well	R2
That poverty seems less forlorn	Q2
And life more like a holiday	G2
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Here in this old neglected church	S2
That long eludes the traveller's search	S2
Lies the dead bishop on his tomb	T2
Earth upon earth he slumbering lies	V
Life like and death like in the gloom	T2
Garlands of fruit and flowers in bloom	T2
And foliage deck his resting place	V
A shadow in the sightless eyes	V
A pallor on the pat	G2