Explanation Of An Ancient Woodcut Poem Rhyme Scheme

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EARLY within his workshop here	A
On Sundays stands our master dear	B
His dirty apron he puts away	C
And wears a cleanly doublet to day	C
Lets wax'd thread hammer and pincers rest	D
And lays his awl within his chest	D
The seventh day he takes repose	E
From many pulls and many blows	E
	-
Soon as the spring sun meets his view	F
Repose begets him labour anew	F
He feels that he holds within his brain	G
A little world that broods there amain	G
And that begins to act and to live	H
Which he to others would gladly give	I
	-
He had a skillful eye and true	F
And was full kind and loving too	F
For contemplation clear and pure	J
For making all his own again sure	J
He had a tongue that charm'd when 'twas heard	K
And graceful and light flow'd ev'ry word	K
Which made the Muses in him rejoice	L
The Master singer of their choice	L
	-
And now a maiden enter'd there	M
With swelling breast and body fair	M
With footing firm she took her place	N
And moved with stately noble grace	N
She did not walk in wanton mood	O
Nor look around with glances lewd	O
	-
She held a measure in her hand	P
Her girdle was a golden band	P
A wreath of corn was on her head	Q
Her eye the day's bright lustre shed	Q
Her name is honest Industry	R
Else Justice Magnanimity	Q
	-
She enter'd with a kindly greeting	S
He felt no wonder at the meeting	S
For kind and fair as she might be	R
He long had known her fancied he	R
	-
	-
I have selected thee she said	Q
From all who earth's wild mazes tread	Q
That thou shouldst have clear sighted sense	T
And nought that's wrong shouldst e'er commence	T
When others run in strange confusion	G
Thy gaze shall see through each illusion	G
When others dolefully complain	G
Thy cause with jesting thou shalt gain	G
Honour and right shalt value duly	R
In everything act simply truly	R
Virtue and godliness proclaim	U
And call all evil by its name	U
Nought soften down attempt no quibble	V
Nought polish up nought vainly scribble	V
The world shall stand before thee then	G
As seen by Albert Durer's ken	G
In manliness and changeless life	W
In inward strength with firmness rife	W
Fair Nature's Genius by the hand	Q
Shall lead thee on through every land	Q
Teach thee each different life to scan	G
Show thee the wondrous ways of man	G
His shifts confusions thrustings and drubbings	T
Pushings tearings pressings and rubbings	T
The varying madness of the crew	F
The anthill's ravings bring to view	F
But thou shalt see all this express'd	Q
As though 'twere in a magic chest	Q
Write these things down for folks on earth	X
In hopes they may to wit give birth	X
Then she a window open'd wide	Q
And show'd a motley crowd outside	Q
All kinds of beings 'neath the sky	Y
As in his writings one may spy	Y
	-
Our master dear was after this	T
On Nature thinking full of bliss	T
When tow'rd him from the other side	Q
He saw an aged woman glide	Q
The name she bears Historia	F
Mythologia Fabula	V
With footstep tottering and unstable	V
She dragg'd a large and wooden carved table	V
Where with wide sleeves and human mien	G
The Lord was catechizing seen	G
Adam Eve Eden the Serpent's seduction	G
Gomorrah and Sodom's awful destruction	G
The twelve illustrious women too	F
That mirror of honour brought to view	F
All kinds of bloodthirstiness murder and sin	G
The twelve wicked tyrants also were in	G
And all kinds of goodly doctrine and law	V
Saint Peter with his scourge you saw	V
With the world's ways dissatisfied	Q
And by our Lord with power supplied	Q
Her train and dress behind and before	F
And e'en the seams were painted o'er	F
With tales of worldly virtue and crime	Z
Our master view'd all this for a time	Z
The sight right gladly he survey'd	Q
So useful for him in his trade	Q
Whence he was able to procure	F
Example good and precept sure	F
Recounting all with truthful care	F
As though he had been present there	F
His spirit seem'd from earth to fly	V
He ne'er had turned away his eye	V
Did he not just behind him hear	F
A rattle of bells approaching near	F
And now a fool doth catch his eye	V
With goat and ape's leap drawing nigh	V
A merry interlude preparing	S
With fooleries and jests unsparing	S
Behind him in a line drawn out	Q
He dragg'd all fools the lean and stout	Q
The great and little the empty and full	V
All too witty and all too dull	V
A lash he flourish'd overhead	Q
As though a dance of apes he led	Q
Abusing them with bitterness	T
As though his wrath would ne'er grow less	T
	-
While on this sight our master gazed	Q
His head was growing well nigh crazed	Q
What words for all could he e'er find	Q
Could such a medley be combined	Q
Could he continue with delight	Q
For evermore to sing and write	Q
When lo from out a cloud's dark bed	Q
In at the upper window sped	Q
The Muse in all her majesty	R
As fair as our loved maids we see	R
With clearness she around him threw	F
Her truth that ever stronger grew	F
	-
I to ordain thee come she spake	A2
So prosper and my blessing take	A2
The holy fire that slumb'ring lies	T
Within thee in bright flames shall rise	T
Yet that thine ever restless life	W
May still with kindly strength be rife	W
I for thine inward spirit's calm	B2
Have granted nourishment and balm	B2
That rapture may thy soul imbue	F
Like some fair blossom bathed in dew	F
Behind his house then secretly	R
Outside the doorway pointed she	R
Where in a shady garden nook	C2
A beauteous maid with downcast look	C2
Was sitting where a stream was flowing	S
With elder bushes near it growing	S
She sat beneath an apple tree	R
And nought around her seem'd to see	R
Her lap was full of roses fair	F
Which in a wreath she twined with care	F
And with them leaves and blossoms blended	Q
For whom was that sweet wreath intended	Q
Thus sat she modest and retired	Q
Her bosom throbb'd with hope inspired	Q
Such deep forebodings fill'd her mind	Q
No room for wishing could she find	Q
And with the thoughts that o'er it flew	F
Perchance a sigh was mingled too	F
	-
But why should sorrow cloud thy brow	F
That dearest love which fills thee now	F
Is fraught with joy and ecstasy	R
Prepared in one alone for thee	R
That he within thine eye may find	Q
Solace when fortune proves unkind	Q
And be newborn through many a kiss	T
That he receives with inward bliss	T
When'er he clasps thee to his breast	Q
May he from all his toils find rest	Q
When he in thy dear arms shall sink	D2
May he new life and vigour drink	D2
Fresh joys of youth shalt thou obtain	G
In merry jest rejoice again	G
With raillery and roguish spite	Q
Thou now shalt tease him now delight	Q
Thus Love will nevermore grow old	Q
Thus will the minstrel ne'er be cold	Q
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While he thus lives in secret bless'd	Q
Above him in the clouds doth rest	Q
An oak wreath verdant and sublime	Z
Placed on his brow in after time	Z
While they are banish'd to the slough	E2
Who their great master disavow	F

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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