Ode: In A Restaurant Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In this dense hall of green and goldA
Mirrors and lights and steam there sitB
Two hundred munching menC
While several score of others flitB
Like scurrying beetles over a fenC
With plates in fanlike spread or foldA
Napkins or jerk the corks from bottlesD
Ministers to greedy throttlesD
Some make noises while they eatE
Pick their teeth or shuffle their feetE
Wipe their noses 'neath eyes that rangeF
Or frown whilst waiting for their changeF
Gobble gobble toil and troubleG
Soul this life is very strangeF
And circumstances very foulH
Attend the belly's stormy howlH
How horrible this noise this air how thickI
It is disgusting I feel sickI
Loosely I prod the table with a forkJ
My mind gapes dizzies ceases to workK
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The weak unsatisfied strainL
Of a band in another roomM
Through this dull complex dinN
Comes winding thin and sharpO
The gnat like mourning of the violinN
The faint stings of the harpO
The sounds pierce in and die againC
Like keen drawn threads of ink dropped into a glassP
Of water which curl and relax and soften and passP
Briefly the music hovers in unstable poiseQ
Then melts away drowned in the heavy sea of noiseQ
And I I am now emasculateB
All my forces dissipateR
Conquered by matter utterlyS
Moving not willing not I lieT
Like a man whom timbers pinN
When the roof of a mine falls inN
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Halt as a cloud condensesQ
I press my mind recoverU
Dominion of my sensesQ
With newly flowing bloodV
I lift and now float overU
The restaurant's expansesQ
Like a draggled sea gull over dreary flats of mudV
An effort ah I urge and pushW
And now with greater strength I flushX
The hall is full of my pinions' rushX
No drooping now the place is mineY
Beating the walls with shattering wingsQ
Over the herd my spirit swingsQ
In triumph shouts Aha you swineY
Grovel before your lord divineY
I only I am real hereZ
Through the uncertain firmamentV
Still bestial in their dull contentV
The despicable phantoms leerZ
Hogs even now in my right handV
I hold at my will the thunderboltsQ
Measured not in mortal voltsQ
Would crash you to annihilationA2
Lit with a new illuminationA2
What need I of ears and eyesQ
Of flesh Imperious I will riseQ
Dominate you as a godV
Who only does not trouble to wield the rodV
Of death or kick your weak spheroidV
Like a football through the voidV
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Ha was it but a dreamB2
And did it merely seemB2
Ha not yet free of your cageC2
Soul spite of all your rageC2
Come now this foe engageC2
With explosion of your mightV
Oh heave oh leap and flash up soulD2
Like a stabbing scream in the nightV
Hurl aside this useless bowlD2
Of a bodyV
But there comes a shockE2
A soft tremendous shockE2
Of contact with the body I lose all powerZ
And fall back back like a solitary rowerZ
Whose prow that debonair the waves did rideV
Is suddenly hurled back by an iron tideV
O sadness sadness feel the returning painL
Of touch with unescapable mortal things againC
The cloth is linen the floor is woodV
My plate holds cheese my tumbler toddyV
I cannot get free of the bodyV
And no man ever couldV
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Self do not lose your hold on lifeF2
Nor coward seek to shrink the strifeF2
Of body and spirit even nowG2
Not for the first time even nowG2
Clear in your ears has rung the messageH2
That tense abstraction is the passageH2
To nervelessness and living deathI2
Never forget while you draw breathI2
That all the hammers of will can neverZ
Your chain d soul from matter severZ
And though it be confused and mixedV
This is the world in which you're fixedV
Never despise the things that areZ
Set your teeth upon the gritV
Though your heart like a motor beatV
Hold fast this earthly starZ
The whole of it the whole of itV
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Look on this crowd now calm now lookJ2
Remember now that each one drewZ
Woman's milk which you partookJ2
And year by year in wonder grewZ
Scorn not them nor scorn not their feastsQ
Which you partake nor call them beastsQ
These be children of one PowerZ
With you nor higher you nor lowerZ
They also hear the harp and fiddleG
And sometimes quail before the riddleG
They also have hot blood quick thoughtV
And try to do the things they oughtV
They also have hearts that ache when stungJ2
And sigh for days when they were youngJ2
And curse their wills because they falterZ
And know that they will never alterZ
See these men in a world of menC
Material bodies yes what thenC
These coarse trunks that here you seeV
Judge them not lest judged you beV
Bow not to the moment's curseQ
Nor make four walls a universeQ
Think of these bodies here assembledV
Whence they have come where they have trembledV
With the strange force that fills us allK2
Men and beasts both great and smallK2
Here within this fleeting homeL2
Two hundred men have this day comeM2
Here collected for one dayV
Each shall go his separate wayV
Self you can imagine noughtV
Of all the battles they have foughtV
All the labours they have doneA2
All the journeys they have runA2
O they have come from all the worldV
Borne by invisible currents swirledV
Like leaves into this vortex hereZ
Flying or like the spirits drearZ
Windborne and frail whom Dante sawQ
Who yet obeyed some hidden lawQ
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Is it not miraculousQ
That they should here be gathered thusQ
All to be spread before your viewZ
Who are strange to them as they to youZ
Soul how can you sustain without a sobN2
The lightest thought of this titanic throbN2
Of earthly life that swells and breaksQ
Into leaping scattering waves of fireZ
Into tameless tempests of effort and storms of desireZ
That eternally makesQ
The confused glittering armies of humankindV
To their own heroism blindV
Swarm over the earth to build to dig and to tillO2
To mould and compel land and sea to their willO2
Whence we are here eatingJ2
Standing here as on a high hillO2
Strain my imagination strain forth to embraceQ
The energies that labour for this placeQ
This place this instant Beyond your island's vergeP2
Listen and hear the roaring impulsive surgeP2
The clamour of voices the blasting of powder the clanging of steelQ2
The thunder of hammers the rattle of oarsQ
For this one mealQ2
Ten thousand Indian hamlets stored their yieldsQ
Manchurian peasants sweltered in their fieldsQ
And Greeks drove carts to Patras and lone menC
Saw burning summer come and go againC
And huddled from the winds of winter onR2
The fertile deserts of SaskatchewanS2
To fabricate these things have been marchings and slaughtersQ
The sun has toiled and the moon has moved the watersQ
Cities have laboured and crowded plains and deep in the earthT2
Men have plunged unafraid with ardour to wrench the worthT2
Of sweating dim lit caverns and paths have been hewnU2
Through forests where for uncounted years nor sun nor moonU2
Have penetrated men have driven straight shining railsQ
Through the dense bowels of mountains and climbed their frozen tops and wrinkled sailors have shouted at shouting galesQ
In the huge Pacific and battled around the HornV2
And gasping coasted to Rio and turning towards the mornV2
Fought over the wastes to Spain and battered and wornV2
Sailed up the Channel and on into the NoreZ
To the city of masts and the smoky familiar shoreZ
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So so of every substance you see aroundV
Might a tale be unwoundV
Of perils passed of adventurous journeys madeV
In man's undying and stupendous crusadeV
This flower of man's energies TradeV
Brought hither to hand and lipW2
By waggon train or shipW2
Each atom that we eatV
Stare at the wine stare at the meatV
The mutton which these platters fillsQ
Grazed upon a thousand hillsQ
This bread so square and white and dryZ
Once was corn that sang to the skyZ
And all these spruce obedient winesQ
Flowed from the vatted fruit of vinesQ
That trailed a bright maternal hostV
The warm Mediterranean coastV
Or spread their Bacchic mantle onR2
That Iberian HeliconR2
Where the slopes of PortugalG
Crown the Atlantic's eastern wallK2
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O mighty energy never failing flameX2
O patient toils and journeys in the nameX2
Of Trade No journey ever was the sameX2
As another nor ever came again one taskJ2
And each man's face is an ever changing maskJ2
From the minutest cell to the lordliest starZ
All things are unique though all of their kindred areZ
And though all things exist for ever all life is changeF
And the oldest passions come to each heart in a garment strangeF
Though life be as brief as a flower and the body but dustV
Man walks the earth holding both body and spirit in trustV
And the various glories of sense are spread for his delightV
New pageants glow in the sunset new stars are born in the nightV
And clouds come every day and never a shape recursQ
And the grass grows every year yet never the same blade stirsQ
Another spring and no delving man breaks again the self same clodV
As he did last year though he stand once more where last year he trodV
O wonderful procession fore ordained by GodV
Wonderful in unity wonderful in diversityV
Contemplate it soul and seeV
How the material universe moves and strives with anguish and gleeV
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I was born for that reasonA2
With muscles heart and eyesQ
To watch each following seasonA2
To work and to be wiseQ
Not body and mind to tetherZ
To unseen things aloneY2
But to traverse togetherZ
The known and the unknownY2
My muscles were not weldedV
To waste away in sleepZ2
My bones were never buildedV
To throw upon a heapZ2
Man worships God in actionA2
Senses and reason callK2
And thought is putrefactionA2
If thought is all in allK2
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Most of the guests are gone look over thereZ
Against a pillar leans with absent airZ
A tall dark pallid waiter There he standsQ
Limply with vacant eyes and listless handsQ
He dreams of some small Tyrolean townA2
A church a bridge a stream that rushes downA2
A frustrate hankering man this one short timeA3
Unconscious he into my gaze did climbA3
He sinks again again he is but oneA2
Of many myriads underneath the sunA2
Now faint now vivid How puzzling is it allK2
For now again in spite of allK2
The lights the chairs the diners and the hallK2
Lose their opacityV
Fool exert your willO2
Finish your whisky up and pay your billO2

John Collings Squire, Sir



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