Scholar And Carpenter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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While ripening corn grew thick and deep	A
And here and there men stood to reap	A
One morn I put my heart to sleep	A
And to the lanes I took my way	B
The goldfinch on a thistle head	C
Stood scattering seedlets while she fed	C
The wrens their pretty gossip spread	C
Or joined a random roundelay	D
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On hanging cobwebs shone the dew	E
And thick the wayside clovers grew	E
The feeding bee had much to do	E
So fast did honey drops exude	F
She sucked and murmured and was gone	G
And lit on other blooms anon	G
The while I learned a lesson on	G
The source and sense of quietude	F
	-
For sheep bells chiming from a wold	F
Or bleat of lamb within its fold	F
Or cooing of love legends old	F
To dove wives make not quiet less	H
Ecstatic chirp of wing d thing	I
Or bubbling of the water spring	I
Are sounds that more than silence bring	I
Itself and its delightsomeness	H
	-
While thus I went to gladness fain	G
I had but walked a mile or twain	G
Before my heart woke up again	G
As dreaming she had slept too late	F
The morning freshness that she viewed	F
With her own meanings she endued	F
And touched with her solicitude	F
The natures she did meditate	F
	-
If quiet is for it I wait	F
To it ah let me wed my fate	F
And like a sad wife supplicate	F
My roving lord no more to flee	D
If leisure is but ah 'tis not	F
'Tis long past praying for God wot	F
The fashion of it men forgot	F
About the age of chivalry	D
	-
Sweet is the leisure of the bird	F
She craves no time for work deferred	F
Her wings are not to aching stirred	F
Providing for her helpless ones	H
Fair is the leisure of the wheat	F
All night the damps about it fleet	F
All day it basketh in the heat	F
And grows and whispers orisons	H
	-
Grand is the leisure of the earth	J
She gives her happy myriads birth	J
And after harvest fears not dearth	J
But goes to sleep in snow wreaths dim	K
Dread is the leisure up above	L
The while He sits whose name is Love	L
And waits as Noah did for the dove	L
To wit if she would fly to him	K
	-
He waits for us while houseless things	H
We beat about with bruis d wings	H
On the dark floods and water springs	H
The ruined world the desolate sea	H
With open windows from the prime	M
All night all day He waits sublime	M
Until the fulness of the time	M
Decreed from His eternity	H
	-
Where is OUR leisure give us rest	F
Where is the quiet we possessed	F
We must have had it once were blest	F
With peace whose phantoms yet entice	H
Sorely the mother of mankind	F
Longed for the garden left behind	F
For we prove yet some yearnings blind	F
Inherited from Paradise	H
	-
Hold heart I cried for trouble sleeps	H
I hear no sound of aught that weeps	H
I will not look into thy deeps	H
I am afraid I am afraid	F
Afraid she saith and yet 'tis true	E
That what man dreads he still should view	E
Should do the thing he fears to do	E
And storm the ghosts in ambuscade	E
	-
What good I sigh Was reason meant	E
To straighten branches that are bent	E
Or soothe an ancient discontent	E
The instinct of a race dethroned	E
Ah doubly should that instinct go	N
Must the four rivers cease to flow	N
Nor yield those rumors sweet and low	N
Wherewith man's life is undertoned	E
	-
Yet had I but the past she cries	H
And it was lost I would arise	H
And comfort me some other wise	H
But more than loss about me clings	H
I am but restless with my race	H
The whispers from a heavenly place	H
Once dropped among us seem to chase	H
Rest with their prophet visitings	H
	-
The race is like a child as yet	E
Too young for all things to be set	E
Plainly before him with no let	E
Or hindrance meet for his degree	H
But nevertheless by much too old	E
Not to perceive that men withhold	E
More of the story than is told	E
And so infer a mystery	H
	-
If the Celestials daily fly	D
With messages on missions high	D
And float our masts and turrets nigh	D
Conversing on Heaven's great intents	H
What wonder hints of coming things	H
Whereto man's hope and yearning clings	H
Should drop like feathers from their wings	H
And give us vague presentiments	H
	-
And as the waxing moon can take	O
The tidal waters in her wake	O
And lead them round and round to break	O
Obedient to her drawings dim	K
So may the movements of His mind	E
The first Great Father of mankind	E
Affect with answering movements blind	E
And draw the souls that breathe by Him	K
	-
We had a message long ago	N
That like a river peace should flow	N
And Eden bloom again below	N
We heard and we began to wait	E
Full soon that message men forgot	E
Yet waiting is their destined lot	E
And waiting for they know not what	E
They strive with yearnings passionate	E
	-
Regret and faith alike enchain	G
There was a loss there comes a gain	G
We stand at fault betwixt the twain	G
And that is veiled for which we pant	E
Our lives are short our ten times seven	G
We think the councils held in heaven	G
Sit long ere yet that blissful leaven	G
Work peace amongst the militant	E
	-
Then we blame God that sin should be	H
Adam began it at the tree	H
'The woman whom THOU gavest me	H
And we adopt his dark device	H
O long Thou tarriest come and reign	G
And bring forgiveness in Thy train	G
And give us in our hands again	G
The apples of Thy Paradise	H
	-
Far seeing heart if that be all	D
The happy things that did not fall	D
I sighed from every coppice call	D
They never from that garden went	E
Behold their joy so comfort thee	H
Behold the blossom and the bee	H
For they are yet as good and free	H
As when poor Eve was innocent	E
	-
But reason thus 'If we sank low	N
If the lost garden we forego	N
Each in his day nor ever know	N
But in our poet souls its face	H
Yet we may rise until we reach	P
A height untold of in its speech	P
A lesson that it could not teach	P
Learn in this darker dwelling place	H
	-
And reason on 'We take the spoil	D
Loss made us poets and the soil	D
Taught us great patience in our toil	D
And life is kin to God through death	Q
Christ were not One with us but so	N
And if bereft of Him we go	N
Dearer the heavenly mansions grow	N
HIS home to man that wandereth '	-
	-
Content thee so and ease thy smart	E
With that she slept again my heart	E
And I admired and took my part	E
With crowds of happy things the while	D
With open velvet butterflies	H
That swung and spread their peacock eyes	H
As if they cared no more to rise	H
From off their beds of camomile	D
	-
The blackcaps in an orchard met	E
Praising the berries while they ate	E
The finch that flew her beak to whet	E
Before she joined them on the tree	H
The water mouse among the reeds	H
His bright eyes glancing black as beads	H
So happy with a bunch of seeds	H
I felt their gladness heartily	H
	-
But I came on I smelt the hay	B
And up the hills I took my way	B
And down them still made holiday	B
And walked and wearied not a whit	E
But ever with the lane I went	E
Until it dropped with steep descent	E
Cut deep into the rock a tent	E
Of maple branches roofing it	E
	-
Adown the rock small runlets wept	E
And reckless ivies leaned and crept	E
And little spots of sunshine slept	E
On its brown steeps and made them fair	R
And broader beams athwart it shot	E
Where martins cheeped in many a knot	E
For they had ta'en a sandy plot	E
And scooped another Petra there	R
	-
And deeper down hemmed in and hid	E
From upper light and life amid	E
The swallows gossiping I thrid	E
Its mazes till the dipping land	E
Sank to the level of my lane	G
That was the last hill of the chain	G
And fair below I saw the plain	G
That seemed cold cheer to reprimand	E
	-
Half drowned in sleepy peace it lay	B
As satiate with the boundless play	B
Of sunshine in its green array	B
And clear cut hills of gloomy blue	D
To keep it safe rose up behind	E
As with a charm d ring to bind	E
The grassy sea where clouds might find	E
A place to bring their shadows to	D
	-
I said and blest that pastoral grace	H
How sweet thou art thou sunny place	H
Thy God approves thy smiling face	H
But straight my heart put in her word	E
She said Albeit thy face I bless	H
There have been times sweet wilderness	H
When I have wished to love thee less	H
Such pangs thy smile administered	E
	-
But lo I reached a field of wheat	E
And by its gate full clear and sweet	E
A workman sang while at his feet	E
Played a young child all life and stir	S
A three years' child with rosy lip	T
Who in the song had partnership	T
Made happy with each falling chip	T
Dropped by the busy carpenter	S
	-
This reared a new gate for the old	E
And loud the tuneful measure rolled	E
But stopped as I came up to hold	E
Some kindly talk of passing things	H
Brave were his eyes and frank his mien	G
Of all men's faces calm or keen	G
A better I have never seen	G
In all my lonely wanderings	H
	-
And how it was I scarce can tell	D
We seemed to please each other well	D
I lingered till a noonday bell	D
Had sounded and his task was done	G
An oak had screened us from the heat	E
And 'neath it in the standing wheat	E
A cradle and a fair retreat	E
Full sweetly slept the little one	G
	-
The workman rested from his stroke	U
And manly were the words he spoke	U
Until the smiling babe awoke	U
And prayed to him for milk and food	E
Then to a runlet forth he went	E
And brought a wallet from the bent	E
And bade me to the meal intent	E
I should not quit his neighborhood	E
	-
For here said he are bread and beer	V
And meat enough to make good cheer	V
Sir eat with me and have no fear	V
For none upon my work depend	E
Saving this child and I may say	B
That I am rich for every day	B
I put by somewhat therefore stay	B
And to such eating condescend	E
	-
We ate The child child fair to see	H
Began to cling about his knee	H
And he down leaning fatherly	H
Received some softly prattled prayer	R
He smiled as if to list were balm	W
And with his labor hardened palm	W
Pushed from the baby forehead calm	W
Those shining locks that clustered there	R
	-
The rosy mouth made fresh essay	B
O would he sing or would he play	B
I looked my thought would make its way	B
Fair is your child of face and limb	K
The round blue eyes full sweetly shine	G
He answered me with glance benign	G
Ay Sir but he is none of mine	G
Although I set great store by him	K
	-
With that as if his heart was fain	G
To open nathless not complain	G
He let my quiet questions gain	G
His story Not of kin to me	H
Repeating but asleep awake	O
For worse for better him I take	O
To cherish for my dead wife's sake	O
And count him as her legacy	H
	-
I married with the sweetest lass	H
That ever stepped on meadow grass	H
That ever at her looking glass	H
Some pleasure took some natural care	R
That ever swept a cottage floor	X
And worked all day nor e'er gave o'er	S
Till eve then watched beside the door	X
Till her good man should meet her there	R
	-
But I lost all in its fresh prime	M
My wife fell ill before her time	M
Just as the bells began to chime	M
One Sunday morn By next day's light	E
Her little babe was born and dead	E
And she unconscious what she said	E
With feeble hands about her spread	E
Sought it with yearnings infinite	E
	-
With mother longing still beguiled	E
And lost in fever fancies wild	E
She piteously bemoaned her child	E
That we had stolen she said away	B
And ten sad days she sighed to me	H
'I cannot rest until I see	H
My pretty one I think that he	H
Smiled in my face but yesterday '	-
	-
Then she would change and faintly try	D
To sing some tender lullaby	D
And 'Ah ' would moan 'if I should die	D
Who sweetest babe would cherish thee '	-
Then weep 'My pretty boy is grown	G
With tender feet on the cold stone	G
He stands for he can stand alone	G
And no one leads him motherly '	-
	-
Then she with dying movements slow	D
Would seem to knit or seem to sew	D
'His feet are bare he must not go	D
Unshod ' and as her death drew on	G
'O little baby ' she would sigh	D
'My little child I cannot die	D
Till I have you to slumber nigh	D
You you to set mine eyes upon '	-
	-
When she spake thus and moaning lay	B
They said 'She cannot pass away	B
So sore she longs ' and as the day	B
Broke on the hills I left her side	E
Mourning along this lane I went	E
Some travelling folk had pitched their tent	E
Up yonder there a woman bent	E
With age sat meanly canopied	E
	-
A twelvemonths' child was at her side	E
'Whose infant may that be ' I cried	E
'His that will own him ' she replied	E
'His mother's dead no worse could be '	-
'Since you can give or else I erred	E
See you are taken at your word '	-
Quoth I 'That child is mine I heard	E
And own him Rise and give him me '	-
	-
She rose amazed but cursed me too	E
She could not hold such luck for true	E
But gave him soon with small ado	E
I laid him by my Lucy's side	E
Close to her face that baby crept	E
And stroked it and the sweet soul wept	E
Then while upon her arm he slept	E
She passed for she was satisfied	E
	-
I loved her well I wept her sore	X
And when her funeral left my door	X
I thought that I should never more	X
Feel any pleasure near me glow	D
But I have learned though this I had	E
'Tis sometimes natural to be glad	E
And no man can be always sad	E
Unless he wills to have it so	D
	-
Oh I had heavy nights at first	E
And daily wakening was the worst	E
For then my grief arose and burst	E
Like something fresh upon my head	E
Yet when less keen it seemed to grow	D
I was not pleased I wished to go	D
Mourning adown this vale of woe	D
For all my life uncomforted	E
	-
I grudged myself the lightsome air	R
That makes man cheerful unaware	R
When comfort came I did not care	R
To take it in to feel it stir	S
And yet God took with me his plan	G
And now for my appointed span	G
I think I am a happier man	G
For having wed and wept for her	S
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Because no natural tie remains	H
On this small thing I spend my gains	H
God makes me love him for my pains	H
And binds me so to wholesome care	R
I would not lose from my past life	Y
That happy year that happy wife	Y
Yet now I wage no useless strife	Y
With feelings blithe and debonair	R
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I have the courage to be gay	B
Although she lieth lapped away	B
Under the daisies for I say	B
'Thou wouldst be glad if thou couldst see'	B
My constant thought makes manifest	E
I have not what I love the best	E
But I must thank God for the rest	E
While I hold heaven a verity	E
	-
He rose upon his shoulder set	E
The child and while with vague regret	E
We parted pleased that we had met	E
My heart did with herself confer	S
With wholesome shame she did repent	E
Her reasonings idly eloquent	E
And said I might be more content	E
But God go with the carpenter	S

Jean Ingelow

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