The Two Rivers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDECDE FGDDGGDDGHIJHIJ FCKKCCKKCLMNLMN OKPPKKPPKQRKQRK

Slowly the hour hand of the clock moves roundA
So slowly that no human eye hath powerB
To see it move Slowly in shine or showerB
The painted ship above it homeward boundA
Sails but seems motionless as if agroundA
Yet both arrive at last and in his towerB
The slumberous watchman wakes and strikes the hourB
A mellow measured melancholy soundA
Midnight the outpost of advancing dayC
The frontier town and citadel of nightD
The watershed of Time from which the streamsE
Of Yesterday and To morrow take their wayC
One to the land of promise and of lightD
One to the land of darkness and of dreamsE
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IIF
O River of Yesterday with current swiftG
Through chasms descending and soon lost to sightD
I do not care to follow in their flightD
The faded leaves that on thy bosom driftG
O River of To morrow I upliftG
Mine eyes and thee I follow as the nightD
Wanes into morning and the dawning lightD
Broadens and all the shadows fade and shiftG
I follow follow where thy waters runH
Through unfrequented unfamiliar fieldsI
Fragrant with flowers and musical with songJ
Still follow follow sure to meet the sunH
And confident that what the future yieldsI
Will be the right unless myself be wrongJ
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IIIF
Yet not in vain O River of YesterdayC
Through chasms of darkness to the deep descendingK
I heard thee sobbing in the rain and blendingK
Thy voice with other voices far awayC
I called to thee and yet thou wouldst not stayC
But turbulent and with thyself contendingK
And torrent like thy force on pebbles spendingK
Thou wouldst not listen to a poet's layC
Thoughts like a loud and sudden rush of wingsL
Regrets and recollections of things pastM
With hints and prophecies of things to beN
And inspirations which could they be thingsL
And stay with us and we could hold them fastM
Were our good angels these I owe to theeN
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IVO
And thou O River of To morrow flowingK
Between thy narrow adamantine wallsP
But beautiful and white with waterfallsP
And wreaths of mist like hands the pathway showingK
I hear the trumpets of the morning blowingK
I hear thy mighty voice that calls and callsP
And see as Ossian saw in Morven's hallsP
Mysterious phantoms coming beckoning goingK
It is the mystery of the unknownQ
That fascinates us we are children stillR
Wayward and wistful with one hand we clingK
To the familiar things we call our ownQ
And with the other resolute of willR
Grope in the dark for what the day will bringK

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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