The Four Bridges Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| The ivied chancel and the slender spire | B |
| No less its shadow on each heaving grave | A |
| With growing osier bound or living brier | C |
| I love those yew tree trunks where stand arrayed | D |
| So many deep cut names of youth and maid | D |
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| A simple custom this I love it well | E |
| A carved betrothal and a pledge of truth | F |
| How many an eve their link d names to spell | E |
| Beneath the yew trees sat our village youth | F |
| When work was over and the new cut hay | G |
| Sent wafts of balm from meadows where it lay | G |
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| Ah many an eve while I was yet a boy | H |
| Some village hind has beckoned me aside | I |
| And sought mine aid with shy and awkward joy | H |
| To carve the letters of his rustic bride | I |
| And make them clear to read as graven stone | J |
| Deep in the yew tree's trunk beside his own | J |
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| For none could carve like me and here they stand | K |
| Fathers and mothers of this present race | L |
| And underscored by some less practised hand | K |
| That fain the story of its line would trace | L |
| With children's names and number and the day | G |
| When any called to God have passed away | G |
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| I look upon them and I turn aside | I |
| As oft when carving them I did erewhile | G |
| And there I see those wooden bridges wide | I |
| That cross the marshy hollow there the stile | G |
| In reeds embedded and the swelling down | M |
| And the white road towards the distant town | M |
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| But those old bridges claim another look | N |
| Our brattling river tumbles through the one | O |
| The second spans a shallow weedy brook | N |
| Beneath the others and beneath the sun | O |
| Lie two long stilly pools and on their breasts | P |
| Picture their wooden piles encased in swallows' nests | P |
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| And round about them grows a fringe of reeds | Q |
| And then a floating crown of lily flowers | R |
| And yet within small silver budded weeds | Q |
| But each clear centre evermore embowers | Q |
| A deeper sky where stooping you may see | Q |
| The little minnows darting restlessly | Q |
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| My heart is bitter lilies at your sweet | S |
| Why did the dewdrop fringe your chalices | Q |
| Why in your beauty are you thus complete | S |
| You silver ships you floating palaces | Q |
| O if need be you must allure man's eye | T |
| Yet wherefore blossom here O why O why | T |
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| O O the world is wide you lily flowers | Q |
| It hath warm forests cleft by stilly pools | Q |
| Where every night bathe crowds of stars and bowers | Q |
| Of spicery hang over Sweet air cools | Q |
| And shakes the lilies among those stars that lie | T |
| Why are not ye content to reign there Why | T |
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| That chain of bridges it were hard to tell | G |
| How it is linked with all my early joy | H |
| There was a little foot that I loved well | G |
| It danced across them when I was a boy | H |
| There was a careless voice that used to sing | U |
| There was a child a sweet and happy thing | U |
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| Oft through that matted wood of oak and birch | V |
| She came from yonder house upon the hill | G |
| She crossed the wooden bridges to the church | V |
| And watched with village girls my boasted skill | G |
| But loved to watch the floating lilies best | W |
| Or linger peering in a swallow's nest | W |
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| Linger and linger with her wistful eyes | Q |
| Drawn to the lily buds that lay so white | X |
| And soft on crimson water for the skies | Q |
| Would crimson and the little cloudlets bright | X |
| Would all be flung among the flowers sheer down | M |
| To flush the spaces of their clustering crown | M |
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| Till the green rushes O so glossy green | Y |
| The rushes they would whisper rustle shake | Z |
| And forth on floating gauze no jewelled queen | Y |
| So rich the green eyed dragon flies would break | Z |
| And hover on the flowers a rial things | Q |
| With little rainbows flickering on their wings | Q |
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| Ah my heart dear the polished pools lie still | G |
| Like lanes of water reddened by the west | W |
| Till swooping down from yon o'erhanging hill | G |
| The bold marsh harrier wets her tawny breast | W |
| We scared her oft in childhood from her prey | G |
| And the old eager thoughts rise fresh as yesterday | G |
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| To yonder copse by moonlight I did go | A2 |
| In luxury of mischief half afraid | D |
| To steal the great owl's brood her downy snow | A2 |
| Her screaming imps to seize the while she preyed | D |
| With yellow cruel eyes whose radiant glare | B2 |
| Fell with their mother rage I might not dare | B2 |
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| Panting I lay till her great fanning wings | Q |
| Troubled the dreams of rock doves slumbering nigh | T |
| And she and her fierce mate like evil things | Q |
| Skimmed the dusk fields then rising with a cry | T |
| Of fear joy triumph darted on my prey | G |
| And tore it from the nest and fled away | G |
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| But afterward belated in the wood | C2 |
| I saw her moping on the rifled tree | Q |
| And my heart smote me for her while I stood | C2 |
| Awakened from my careless reverie | Q |
| So white she looked with moonlight round her shed | D2 |
| So motherlike she drooped and hung her head | D2 |
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| O that mine eyes would cheat me I behold | E2 |
| The godwits running by the water edge | F2 |
| Tim mossy bridges mirrored as of old | E2 |
| The little curlews creeping from the sedge | F2 |
| But not the little foot so gayly light | X |
| O that mine eyes would cheat me that I might | X |
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| Would cheat me I behold the gable ends | Q |
| Those purple pigeons clustering on the cote | G2 |
| The lane with maples overhung that bends | Q |
| Toward her dwelling the dry grassy moat | G2 |
| Thick mullions diamond latticed mossed and gray | G |
| And walls bunked up with laurel and with bay | G |
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| And up behind them yellow fields of corn | H2 |
| And still ascending countless firry spires | Q |
| Dry slopes of hills uncultured bare forlorn | H2 |
| And green in rocky clefts with whins and briers | Q |
| Then rich cloud masses dyed the violet's hue | I2 |
| With orange sunbeams dropping swiftly through | I2 |
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| Ay I behold all this full easily | Q |
| My soul is jealous of my happier eyes | Q |
| And manhood envies youth Ah strange to see | Q |
| By looking merely orange flooded skies | Q |
| Nay any dew drop that may near me shine | J2 |
| But never more the face of Eglantine | J2 |
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| She was my one companion being herself | K2 |
| The jewel and adornment of my days | Q |
| My life's completeness O a smiling elf | K2 |
| That I do but disparage with my praise | Q |
| My playmate and I loved her dearly and long | L2 |
| And she loved me as the tender love the strong | L2 |
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| Ay but she grew till on a time there came | M2 |
| A sudden restless yearning to my heart | N2 |
| And as we went a nesting all for shame | M2 |
| And shyness I did hold my peace and start | N2 |
| Content departed comfort shut me out | O2 |
| And there was nothing left to talk about | O2 |
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| She had but sixteen years and as for me | Q |
| Four added made my life This pretty bird | P2 |
| This fairy bird that I had cherished she | Q |
| Content had sung while I contented heard | P2 |
| The song had ceased the bird with nature's art | N2 |
| Had brought a thorn and set it in my heart | N2 |
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| The restless birth of love my soul opprest | N2 |
| I longed and wrestled for a tranquil day | N2 |
| And warred with that disquiet in my breast | N2 |
| As one who knows there is a better way | N2 |
| But turned against myself I still in vain | Q2 |
| Looked for the ancient calm to come again | R2 |
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| My tired soul could to itself confess | Q |
| That she deserved a wiser love than mine | J2 |
| To love more truly were to love her less | Q |
| And for this truth I still awoke to pine | J2 |
| I had a dim belief that it would be | Q |
| A better thing for her a blessed thing for me | Q |
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| Good hast Thou made them comforters right sweet | N2 |
| Good hast Thou made the world to mankind lent | N2 |
| Good are Thy dropping clouds that feed the wheat | N2 |
| Good are Thy stars above the firmament | N2 |
| Take to Thee take Thy worship Thy renown | M |
| The good which Thou hast made doth wear Thy crown | M |
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| For O my God Thy creatures are so frail | G |
| Thy bountiful creation is so fair | B2 |
| That drawn before us like the temple veil | G |
| It hides the Holy Place from thought and care | B2 |
| Giving man's eyes instead its sweeping fold | N2 |
| Rich as with cherub wings and apples wrought of gold | N2 |
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| Purple and blue and scarlet shimmering bells | Q |
| And rare pomegranates on its broidered rim | S2 |
| Glorious with chain and fretwork that the swell | G |
| Of incense shakes to music dreamy and dim | S2 |
| Till on a day comes loss that God makes gain | Q2 |
| And death and darkness rend the veil in twain | Q2 |
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| Ah sweetest my beloved each outward thing | U |
| Recalls my youth and is instinct with thee | Q |
| Brown wood owls in the dusk with noiseless wing | U |
| Float from yon hanger to their haunted tree | Q |
| And hoot full softly Listening I regain | Q2 |
| A flashing thought of thee with their remembered strain | Q2 |
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| I will not pine it is the careless brook | N |
| These amber sunbeams slanting down the vale | G |
| It is the long tree shadows with their look | N |
| Of natural peace that make my heart to fail | G |
| The peace of nature No I will not pine | J2 |
| But O the contrast 'twixt her face and mine | J2 |
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| And still I changed I was a boy no more | T2 |
| My heart was large enough to hold my kind | N2 |
| And all the world As hath been oft before | T2 |
| With youth I sought but I could never find | N2 |
| Work hard enough to quiet my self strife | U2 |
| And use the strength of action craving life | U2 |
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| She too was changed her bountiful sweet eyes | Q |
| Looked out full lovingly on all the world | N2 |
| O tender as the deeps in yonder skies | Q |
| Their beaming but her rosebud lips were curled | N2 |
| With the soft dimple of a musing smile | G |
| Which kept my gaze but held me mute the while | G |
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| A cast of bees a slowly moving wain | Q2 |
| The scent of bean flowers wafted up a dell | G |
| Blue pigeons wheeling over fields of grain | Q2 |
| Or bleat of folded lamb would please her well | G |
| Or cooing of the early coted dove | V2 |
| She sauntering mused of these I following mused of love | V2 |
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| With her two lips that one the other pressed | N2 |
| So poutingly with such a tranquil air | B2 |
| With her two eyes that on my own would rest | N2 |
| So dream like she denied my silent prayer | B2 |
| Fronted unuttered words and said them nay | N2 |
| And smiled down love till it had nought to say | N2 |
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| The words that through mine eyes would clearly shine | J2 |
| Hovered and hovered on my lips in vain | Q2 |
| If after pause I said but Eglantine | J2 |
| She raised to me her quiet eyelids twain | Q2 |
| And looked me this reply look calm yet bland | N2 |
| I shall not know I will not understand | N2 |
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| Yet she did know my story knew my life | U2 |
| Was wrought to hers with bindings many and strong | L2 |
| That I like Israel served for a wife | U2 |
| And for the love I bare her thought not long | L2 |
| But only a few days full quickly told | N2 |
| My seven years' service strict as his of old | N2 |
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| I must be brief the twilight shadows grow | A2 |
| And steal the rose bloom genial summer sheds | Q |
| And scented wafts of wind that come and go | A2 |
| Have lifted dew from honeyed clover heads | Q |
| The seven stars shine out above the mill | G |
| The dark delightsome woods lie veiled and still | G |
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| Hush hush the nightingale begins to sing | U |
| And stops as ill contented with her note | N2 |
| Then breaks from out the bush with hurried wing | U |
| Restless and passionate She tunes her throat | N2 |
| Laments awhile in wavering trills and then | R2 |
| Floods with a stream of sweetness all the glen | R2 |
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| The seven stars upon the nearest pool | G |
| Lie trembling down betwixt the lily leaves | Q |
| And move like glowworms wafting breezes cool | G |
| Come down along the water and it heaves | Q |
| And bubbles in the sedge while deep and wide | N2 |
| The dim night settles on the country side | N2 |
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| I know this scene by heart O once before | T2 |
| I saw the seven stars float to and fro | A2 |
| And stayed my hurried footsteps by the shore | T2 |
| To mark the starry picture spread below | A2 |
| Its silence made the tumult in my breast | N2 |
| More audible its peace revealed my own unrest | N2 |
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| I paused then hurried on my heart beat quick | W2 |
| I crossed the bridges reached the steep ascent | N2 |
| And climbed through matted fern and hazels thick | W2 |
| Then darkling through the close green maples went | N2 |
| And saw there felt love's keenest pangs begin | X2 |
| An oriel window lighted from within | X2 |
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| I saw and felt that they were scarcely cares | Q |
| Which I had known before I drew more near | Y2 |
| And O methought how sore it frets and wears | Q |
| The soul to part with that it holds so dear | Y2 |
| Tis hard two woven tendrils to untwine | X2 |
| And I was come to part with Eglantine | X2 |
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| For life was bitter through those words repressed | N2 |
| And youth was burdened with unspoken vows | Q |
| Love unrequited brooded in my breast | N2 |
| And shrank at glance from the beloved brows | Q |
| And three long months heart sick my foot withdrawn | X2 |
| I had not sought her side by rivulet copse or lawn | X2 |
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| Not sought her side yet busy thought no less | Q |
| Still followed in her wake though far behind | N2 |
| And I being parted from her loveliness | Q |
| Looked at the picture of her in my mind | N2 |
| I lived alone I walked with soul oppressed | N2 |
| And ever sighed for her and sighed for rest | N2 |
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| Then I had risen to struggle with my heart | N2 |
| And said O heart the world is fresh and fair | B2 |
| And I am young but this thy restless smart | N2 |
| Changes to bitterness the morning air | B2 |
| I will I must these weary fetters break | Z |
| I will be free if only for her sake | Z |
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| O let me trouble her no more with sighs | Q |
| Heart healing comes by distance and with time | Z2 |
| Then let me wander and enrich mine eyes | Q |
| With the green forests of a softer clime | Z2 |
| Or list by night at sea the wind's low stave | A |
| And long monotonous rockings of the wave | A |
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| Through open solitudes unbounded meads | Q |
| Where wading on breast high in yellow bloom | Z2 |
| Untamed of man the shy white lama feeds | Q |
| There would I journey and forget my doom | Z2 |
| Or far O far as sunrise I would see | Q |
| The level prairie stretch away from me | Q |
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| Or I would sail upon the tropic seas | Q |
| Where fathom long the blood red dulses grow | A2 |
| Droop from the rock and waver in the breeze | Q |
| Lashing the tide to foam while calm below | A2 |
| The muddy mandrakes throng those waters warm | Z2 |
| And purple gold and green the living blossoms swarm | Z2 |
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| So of my father I did win consent | N2 |
| With importunities repeated long | L2 |
| To make that duty which had been my bent | N2 |
| To dig with strangers alien tombs among | A3 |
| And bound to them through desert leagues to pace | Q |
| Or track up rivers to their starting place | Q |
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| For this I had done battle and had won | X2 |
| But not alone to tread Arabian sands | Q |
| Measure the shadows of a southern sun | X2 |
| Or dig out gods in the old Egyptian lands | Q |
| But for the dream wherewith I thought to cope | B3 |
| The grief of love unmated with love's hope | B3 |
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| And now I would set reason in array | N2 |
| Methought and fight for freedom manfully | Q |
| Till by long absence there would come a day | N2 |
| When this my love would not be pain to me | Q |
| But if I knew my rosebud fair and blest | N2 |
| I should not pine to wear it on my breast | N2 |
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| The days fled on another week should fling | U |
| A foreign shadow on my lengthening way | N2 |
| Another week yet nearness did not bring | U |
| A braver heart that hard farewell to say | N2 |
| I let the last day wane the dusk begin | X2 |
| Ere I had sought that window lighted from within | X2 |
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| Sinking and sinking O my heart my heart | N2 |
| Will absence heal thee whom its shade doth rend | N2 |
| I reached the little gate and soft within | X2 |
| The oriel fell her shadow She did lend | N2 |
| Her loveliness to me and let me share | B2 |
| The listless sweetness of those features fair | B2 |
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| Among thick laurels in the gathering gloom | Z2 |
| Heavy for this our parting I did stand | N2 |
| Beside her mother in the lighted room | Z2 |
| She sitting leaned her cheek upon her hand | N2 |
| And as she read her sweet voice floating through | I2 |
| The open casement seemed to mourn me an adieu | I2 |
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| Youth youth how buoyant are thy hopes they turn | X2 |
| Like marigolds toward the sunny side | N2 |
| My hopes were buried in a funeral urn | X2 |
| And they sprung up like plants and spread them wide | N2 |
| Though I had schooled and reasoned them away | N2 |
| They gathered smiling near and prayed a holiday | N2 |
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| Ah sweetest voice how pensive were its tones | Q |
| And how regretful its unconscious pause | Q |
| Is it for me her heart this sadness owns | Q |
| And is our parting of to night the cause | Q |
| Ah would it might be so I thought and stood | N2 |
| Listening entranced among the underwood | N2 |
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| I thought it would be something worth the pain | X2 |
| Of parting to look once in those deep eyes | Q |
| And take from them an answering look again | X2 |
| When eastern palms I thought about me rise | Q |
| If I might carve our names upon the rind | N2 |
| Betrothed I would not mourn though leaving thee behind | N2 |
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| I can be patient faithful and most fond | N2 |
| To unacknowledged love I can be true | I2 |
| To this sweet thraldom this unequal bond | N2 |
| This yoke of mine that reaches not to you | I2 |
| O how much more could costly parting buy | T |
| If not a pledge one kiss or failing that a sigh | T |
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| I listened and she ceased to read she turned | N2 |
| Her face towards the laurels where I stood | N2 |
| Her mother spoke O wonder hardly learned | N2 |
| She said There is a rustling in the wood | N2 |
| Ah child if one draw near to bid farewell | G |
| Let not thine eyes an unsought secret tell | G |
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| My daughter there is nothing held so dear | Y2 |
| As love if only it be hard to win | X2 |
| The roses that in yonder hedge appear | Y2 |
| Outdo our garden buds which bloom within | X2 |
| But since the hand may pluck them every day | N2 |
| Unmarked they bud bloom drop and drift away | N2 |
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| My daughter my beloved be not you | I2 |
| Like those same roses O bewildering word | N2 |
| My heart stood still a mist obscured my view | I2 |
| It cleared still silence No denial stirred | N2 |
| The lips beloved but straight as one opprest | N2 |
| She kneeling dropped her face upon her mother's breast | N2 |
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| This said My daughter sorrow comes to all | G |
| Our life is checked with shadows manifold | N2 |
| But woman has this more she may not call | G |
| Her sorrow by its name Yet love not told | N2 |
| And only born of absence and by thought | N2 |
| With thought and absence may return to nought | N2 |
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| And my belov d lifted up her face | Q |
| And moved her lips as if about to speak | C3 |
| She dropped her lashes with a girlish grace | Q |
| And the rich damask mantled in her cheek | C3 |
| I stood awaiting till she should deny | T |
| Her love or with sweet laughter put it by | T |
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| But closer nestling to her mother's heart | N2 |
| She blushing said no word to break my trance | Q |
| For I was breathless and with lips apart | N2 |
| Felt my breast pant and all my pulses dance | Q |
| And strove to move but could not for the weight | N2 |
| Of unbelieving joy so sudden and so great | N2 |
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| Because she loved me With a mighty sigh | T |
| Breaking away I left her on her knees | Q |
| And blest the laurel bower the darkened sky | T |
| The sultry night of August Through the trees | Q |
| Giddy with gladness to the porch I went | N2 |
| And hardly found the way for joyful wonderment | N2 |
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| Yet when I entered saw her mother sit | N2 |
| With both hands cherishing the graceful head | N2 |
| Smoothing the clustered hair and parting it | N2 |
| From the fair brow she rising only said | N2 |
| In the accustomed tone the accustomed word | N2 |
| The careless greeting that I always heard | N2 |
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| And she resumed her merry mocking smile | G |
| Though tear drops on the glistening lashes hung | A3 |
| O woman thou wert fashioned to beguile | G |
| So have all sages said all poets sung | A3 |
| She spoke of favoring winds and waiting ships | Q |
| With smiles of gratulation on her lips | Q |
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| And then she looked and faltered I had grown | X2 |
| So suddenly in life and soul a man | X2 |
| She moved her lips but could not find a tone | X2 |
| To set her mocking music to began | X2 |
| One struggle for dominion raised her eyes | Q |
| And straight withdrew them bashful through surprise | Q |
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| The color over cheek and bosom flushed | N2 |
| I might have heard the beating of her heart | N2 |
| But that mine own beat louder when she blushed | N2 |
| The hand within mine own I felt to start | N2 |
| But would not change my pitiless decree | Q |
| To strive with her for might and mastery | Q |
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| She looked again as one that half afraid | N2 |
| Would fain be certain of a doubtful thing | U |
| Or one beseeching Do not me upbraid | N2 |
| And then she trembled like the fluttering | U |
| Of timid little birds and silent stood | N2 |
| No smile wherewith to mock my hardihood | N2 |
| - | |
| She turned and to an open casement moved | N2 |
| With girlish shyness mute beneath my gaze | Q |
| And I on downcast lashes unreproved | N2 |
| Could look as long as pleased me while the rays | Q |
| Of moonlight round her she her fair head bent | N2 |
| In modest silence to my words attent | N2 |
| - | |
| How fast the giddy whirling moments flew | I2 |
| The moon had set I heard the midnight chime | Z2 |
| Hope is more brave than fear and joy than dread | N2 |
| And I could wait unmoved the parting time | Z2 |
| It came for by a sudden impulse drawn | X2 |
| She risen stepped out upon the dusky lawn | X2 |
| - | |
| A little waxen taper in her hand | N2 |
| Her feet upon the dry and dewless grass | Q |
| She looked like one of the celestial band | N2 |
| Only that on her cheeks did dawn and pass | Q |
| Most human blushes while the soft light thrown | X2 |
| On vesture pure and white she seemed yet fairer grown | X2 |
| - | |
| Her mother looking out toward her sighed | N2 |
| Then gave her hand in token of farewell | G |
| And with her warning eyes that seemed to chide | N2 |
| Scarce suffered that I sought her child to tell | G |
| The story of my life whose every line | X2 |
| No other burden bore than Eglantine | X2 |
| - | |
| Black thunder clouds were rising up behind | N2 |
| The waxen taper burned full steadily | Q |
| It seemed as if dark midnight had a mind | N2 |
| To hear what lovers say and her decree | Q |
| Had passed for silence while she dropped to ground | N2 |
| With raiment floating wide drank in the sound | N2 |
| - | |
| O happiness thou dost not leave a trace | Q |
| So well defined as sorrow Amber light | N2 |
| Shed like a glory on her angel face | Q |
| I can remember fully and the sight | N2 |
| Of her fair forehead and her shining eyes | Q |
| And lips that smiled in sweet and girlish wise | Q |
| - | |
| I can remember how the taper played | N2 |
| Over her small hands and her vesture white | N2 |
| How it struck up into the trees and laid | N2 |
| Upon their under leaves unwonted light | N2 |
| And when she held it low how far it spread | N2 |
| O'er velvet pansies slumbering on their bed | N2 |
| - | |
| I can remember that we spoke full low | A2 |
| That neither doubted of the other's truth | F |
| And that with footsteps slower and more slow | A2 |
| Hands folded close for love eyes wet for ruth | F |
| Beneath the trees by that clear taper's flame | Z2 |
| We wandered till the gate of parting came | Z2 |
| - | |
| But I forget the parting words she said | N2 |
| So much they thrilled the all attentive soul | G |
| For one short moment human heart and head | N2 |
| May bear such bliss its present is the whole | G |
| I had that present till in whispers fell | G |
| With parting gesture her subdued farewell | G |
| - | |
| Farewell she said in act to turn away | N2 |
| But stood a moment yet to dry her tears | Q |
| And suffered my enfolding arm to stay | N2 |
| The time of her departure O ye years | Q |
| That intervene betwixt that day and this | Q |
| You all received your hue from that keen pain and bliss | Q |
| - | |
| O mingled pain and bliss O pain to break | Z |
| At once from happiness so lately found | N2 |
| And four long years to feel for her sweet sake | Z |
| The incompleteness of all sight and sound | N2 |
| But bliss to cross once more the foaming brine | X2 |
| O bliss to come again and make her mine | X2 |
| - | |
| I cannot O I cannot more recall | G |
| But I will soothe my troubled thoughts to rest | N2 |
| With musing over journeyings wide and all | G |
| Observance of this active humored west | N2 |
| And swarming cities steeped in eastern day | N2 |
| With swarthy tribes in gold and striped array | N2 |
| - | |
| I turn away from these and straight there will succeed | N2 |
| Shifting and changing at the restless will | G |
| Imbedded in some deep Circassian mead | N2 |
| White wagon tilts and flocks that eat their fill | G |
| Unseen above while comely shepherds pass | Q |
| And scarcely show their heads above the grass | Q |
| - | |
| The red Sahara in an angry glow | A2 |
| With amber fogs across its hollows trailed | N2 |
| Long strings of camels gloomy eyed and slow | A2 |
| And women on their necks from gazers veiled | N2 |
| And sun swart guides who toil across the sand | N2 |
| To groves of date trees on the watered land | N2 |
| - | |
| Again the brown sails of an Arab boat | N2 |
| Flapping by night upon a glassy sea | Q |
| Whereon the moon and planets seem to float | N2 |
| More bright of hue than they were wont to be | Q |
| While shooting stars rain down with crackling sound | N2 |
| And thick as swarming locusts drop to ground | N2 |
| - | |
| Or far into the heat among the sands | Q |
| The gembok nations snuffing up the wind | N2 |
| Drawn by the scent of water and the bands | Q |
| Of tawny bearded lions pacing blind | N2 |
| With the sun dazzle in their midst opprest | N2 |
| With prey and spiritless for lack of rest | N2 |
| - | |
| What more Old Lebanon the frosty browed | N2 |
| Setting his feet among oil olive trees | Q |
| Heaving his bare brown shoulder through a cloud | N2 |
| And after grassy Carmel purple seas | Q |
| Flattering his dreams and echoing in his rocks | Q |
| Soft as the bleating of his thousand flocks | Q |
| - | |
| Enough how vain this thinking to beguile | G |
| With recollected scenes an aching breast | N2 |
| Did not I journeying muse on her the while | G |
| Ah yes for every landscape comes impressed | N2 |
| Ay written on as by an iron pen | X2 |
| With the same thought I nursed about her then | X2 |
| - | |
| Therefore let memory turn again to home | Z2 |
| Feel as of old the joy of drawing near | Y2 |
| Watch the green breakers and the wind tossed foam | Z2 |
| And see the land fog break dissolve and clear | Y2 |
| Then think a skylark's voice far sweeter sound | N2 |
| Than ever thrilled but over English ground | N2 |
| - | |
| And walk glad even to tears among the wheat | N2 |
| Not doubting this to be the first of lands | Q |
| And while in foreign words this murmuring meet | N2 |
| Some little village school girls with their hands | Q |
| Full of forget me nots who greeting me | Q |
| I count their English talk delightsome melody | Q |
| - | |
| And seat me on a bank and draw them near | Y2 |
| That I may feast myself with hearing it | N2 |
| Till shortly they forget their bashful fear | Y2 |
| Push back their flaxen curls and round me sit | N2 |
| Tell me their names their daily tasks and show | A2 |
| Where wild wood strawberries in the copses grow | A2 |
| - | |
| So passed the day in this delightful land | N2 |
| My heart was thankful for the English tongue | A3 |
| For English sky with feathery cloudlets spanned | N2 |
| For English hedge with glistening dewdrops hung | A3 |
| I journeyed and at glowing eventide | N2 |
| Stopped at a rustic inn by the wayside | N2 |
| - | |
| That night I slumbered sweetly being right glad | N2 |
| To miss the flapping of the shrouds but lo | A2 |
| A quiet dream of beings twain I had | N2 |
| Behind the curtain talking soft and low | A2 |
| Methought I did not heed their utterance fine | X2 |
| Till one of them said softly Eglantine | X2 |
| - | |
| I started up awake 'twas silence all | G |
| My own fond heart had shaped that utterance clear | Y2 |
| And Ah methought how sweetly did it fall | G |
| Though but in dream upon the listening ear | D3 |
| How sweet from other lips the name well known | X2 |
| That name so many a year heard only from mine own | X2 |
| - | |
| I thought awhile then slumber came to me | Q |
| And tangled all my fancy in her maze | Q |
| And I was drifting on a raft at sea | Q |
| The near all ocean and the far all haze | Q |
| Through the while polished water sharks did glide | N2 |
| And up in heaven I saw no stars to guide | N2 |
| - | |
| Have mercy God but lo my raft uprose | Q |
| Drip drip I heard the water splash from it | N2 |
| My raft had wings and as the petrel goes | Q |
| It skimmed the sea then brooding seemed to sit | N2 |
| The milk white mirror till with sudden spring | U |
| She flew straight upward like a living thing | U |
| - | |
| But strange I went not also in that flight | N2 |
| For I was entering at a cavern's mouth | E3 |
| Trees grew within and screaming birds of night | N2 |
| Sat on them hiding from the torrid south | E3 |
| On on I went while gleaming in the dark | F3 |
| Those trees with blanched leaves stood pale and stark | F3 |
| - | |
| The trees had flower buds nourished in deep night | N2 |
| And suddenly as I went farther in | X2 |
| They opened and they shot out lambent light | N2 |
| Then all at once arose a railing din | X2 |
| That frighted me It is the ghosts I said | N2 |
| And they are railing for their darkness fled | N2 |
| - | |
| I hope they will not look me in the face | Q |
| It frighteth me to hear their laughter loud | N2 |
| I saw them troop before with jaunty pace | Q |
| And one would shake off dust that soiled her shroud | N2 |
| But now O joy unhoped to calm my dread | N2 |
| Some moonlight filtered through a cleft o'erhead | N2 |
| - | |
| I climbed the lofty trees the blanch d trees | Q |
| The cleft was wide enough to let me through | I2 |
| I clambered out and felt the balmy breeze | Q |
| And stepped on churchyard grasses wet with dew | I2 |
| O happy chance O fortune to admire | B |
| I stood beside my own loved village spire | B |
| - | |
| And as I gazed upon the yew tree's trunk | G3 |
| Lo far off music music in the night | N2 |
| So sweet and tender as it swelled and sunk | G3 |
| It charmed me till I wept with keen delight | N2 |
| And in my dream methought as it drew near | Y2 |
| The very clouds in heaven stooped low to hear | D3 |
| - | |
| Beat high beat low wild heart so deeply stirred | N2 |
| For high as heaven runs up the piercing strain | X2 |
| The restless music fluttering like a bird | N2 |
| Bemoaned herself and dropped to earth again | X2 |
| Heaping up sweetness till I was afraid | N2 |
| That I should die of grief when it did fade | N2 |
| - | |
| And it DID fade but while with eager ear | D3 |
| I drank its last long echo dying away | N2 |
| I was aware of footsteps that drew near | Y2 |
| And round the ivied chancel seemed to stray | N2 |
| O soft above the hallowed place they trod | N2 |
| Soft as the fall of foot that is not shod | N2 |
| - | |
| I turned 'twas even so yes Eglantine | X2 |
| For at the first I had divined the same | Z2 |
| I saw the moon on her shut eyelids shine | X2 |
| And said She is asleep still on she came | Z2 |
| Then on her dimpled feet I saw it gleam | Z2 |
| And thought I know that this is but a dream | Z2 |
| - | |
| My darling O my darling not the less | Q |
| My dream went on because I knew it such | H3 |
| She came towards me in her loveliness | Q |
| A thing too pure methought for mortal touch | H3 |
| The rippling gold did on her bosom meet | N2 |
| The long white robe descended to her feet | N2 |
| - | |
| The fring d lids dropped low as sleep oppressed | N2 |
| Her dreamy smile was very fair to see | Q |
| And her two hands were folded to her breast | N2 |
| With somewhat held between them heedfully | G |
| O fast asleep and yet methought she knew | I2 |
| And felt my nearness those shut eyelids through | I2 |
| - | |
| She sighed my tears ran down for tenderness | Q |
| And have I drawn thee to me in my sleep | I3 |
| Is it for me thou wanderest shelterless | Q |
| Wetting thy steps in dewy grasses deep | I3 |
| O if this be I said yet speak to me | Q |
| I blame my very dream for cruelty | Q |
| - | |
| Then from her stainless bosom she did take | Z |
| Two beauteous lily flowers that lay therein | X2 |
| And with slow moving lips a gesture make | Z |
| As one that some forgotten words doth win | X2 |
| They floated on the pool methought she said | N2 |
| And water trickled from each lily's head | N2 |
| - | |
| It dropped upon her feet I saw it gleam | Z2 |
| Along the ripples of her yellow hair | B2 |
| And stood apart for only in a dream | Z2 |
| She would have come methought to meet me there | B2 |
| She spoke again Ah fair ah fresh they shine | X2 |
| And there are many left and these are mine | X2 |
| - | |
| I answered her with flattering accents meet | N2 |
| Love they are whitest lilies e'er were blown | X2 |
| And sayest thou so she sighed in murmurs sweet | N2 |
| I have nought else to give thee now mine own | X2 |
| For it is night Then take them love said she | Q |
| They have been costly flowers to thee and me | Q |
| - | |
| While thus she said I took them from her hand | N2 |
| And overcome with love and nearness woke | J3 |
| And overcome with ruth that she should stand | N2 |
| Barefooted in the grass that when she spoke | J3 |
| Her mystic words should take so sweet a tone | X2 |
| And of all names her lips should choose My own | X2 |
| - | |
| I rose I journeyed neared my home and soon | X2 |
| Beheld the spire peer out above the hill | G |
| It was a sunny harvest afternoon | X2 |
| When by the churchyard wicket standing still | G |
| I cast my eager eyes abroad to know | A2 |
| If change had touched the scenes of long ago | A2 |
| - | |
| I looked across the hollow sunbeams shone | X2 |
| Upon the old house with the gable ends | Q |
| Save that the laurel trees are taller grown | X2 |
| No change methought to its gray wall extends | Q |
| What clear bright beams on yonder lattice shine | X2 |
| There did I sometime talk with Eglantine | X2 |
| - | |
| There standing with my very goal in sight | N2 |
| Over my haste did sudden quiet steal | G |
| I thought to dally with my own delight | N2 |
| Nor rush on headlong to my garnered weal | G |
| But taste the sweetness of a short delay | G |
| And for a little moment hold the bliss at bay | G |
| - | |
| The church was open it perchance might be | Q |
| That there to offer thanks I might essay | G |
| Or rather as I think that I might see | Q |
| The place where Eglantine was wont to pray | G |
| But so it was I crossed that portal wide | N2 |
| And felt my riot joy to calm subside | N2 |
| - | |
| The low depending curtains gently swayed | N2 |
| Cast over arch and roof a crimson glow | G |
| But ne'ertheless all silence and all shade | N2 |
| It seemed save only for the rippling flow | G |
| Of their long foldings when the sunset air | B2 |
| Sighed through the casements of the house of prayer | B2 |
| - | |
| I found her place the ancient oaken stall | G |
| Where in her childhood I had seen her sit | N2 |
| Most saint like and most tranquil there of all | G |
| Folding her hands as if a dreaming fit | N2 |
| A heavenly vision had before her strayed | N2 |
| Of the Eternal Child in lowly manger laid | N2 |
| - | |
| I saw her prayer book laid upon the seat | N2 |
| And took it in my hand and felt more near | Y2 |
| in fancy to her finding it most sweet | N2 |
| To think how very oft low kneeling there | B2 |
| In her devout thoughts she had let me share | B2 |
| And set my graceless name in her pure prayer | B2 |
| - | |
| My eyes were dazzled with delightful tears | Q |
| In sooth they were the last I ever shed | N2 |
| For with them fell the cherished dreams of years | Q |
| I looked and on the wall above my head | N2 |
| Over her seat there was a tablet placed | N2 |
| With one word only on the marble traced | N2 |
| - | |
| - | |
| Ah well I would not overstate that woe | G |
| For I have had some blessings little care | B2 |
| But since the falling of that heavy blow | G |
| God's earth has never seemed to me so fair | B2 |
| Nor any of his creatures so divine | X2 |
| Nor sleep so sweet the word was EGLANTINE | X2 |
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