The Harbinger Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCAAAAAACCDCEEFFAAGG AAHHCCEEIHAAAAAAAAEE HH| to the Progresse | A |
| - | |
| TWo soules moue here and mine a third must moue | B |
| Paces of admiration and of loue | C |
| Thy soule Deare Virgin whose this tribute is | A |
| Mou'd from this mortall sphere to liuely blisse | A |
| And yet moues still and still aspires to see | A |
| The worlds last day thy glories full degree | A |
| Like as those starres which thou ore lookest farre | A |
| Are in their place and yet still moued are | A |
| No soule whiles with the luggage of this clay | C |
| It clogged is can follow thee halfe way | C |
| Or see thy flight which doth our thoughts outgoe | D |
| So fast that now the lightning moues but slow | C |
| But now thou art as high in heauen flowne | E |
| As heau'ns from vs what soule besides thine owne | E |
| Can tell thy ioyes or say he can relate | F |
| Thy glorious Iornals in that blessed state | F |
| I enuie thee Rich soule I enuy thee | A |
| Although I cannot yet thy glory see | A |
| And thou Great spirit which her's follow'd hast | G |
| So fast as none can follow thine so fast | G |
| So farre as none can follow thine so farre | A |
| And if this flesh did not the passage barre | A |
| Had'st caught her let me wonder at thy flight | H |
| Which long agone had'st lost the vulgar sight | H |
| And now mak'st proud the better eyes that they | C |
| Can see thee les'ned in thine aery way | C |
| So while thou mak'st her soule by progresse knowne | E |
| Thou mak'st a noble progresse of thine owne | E |
| From this worlds carcasse hauing mounted hie | I |
| To that pure life of Immortalitie | H |
| Since thine aspiring thoughts themselues so raise | A |
| That more may not beseeme a creatures praise | A |
| Yet still thou vow'st her more and euery yeare | A |
| Mak'st a new Progresse while thou wandrest here | A |
| Still vpward mount and let thy makers praise | A |
| Honor thy Laura and adorne thy laies | A |
| And since thy Mus es head in heauen shrouds | A |
| Oh let her neuer stoope below the clouds | A |
| And if those glorious sainted soules may know | E |
| Or what we doe or what we sing below | E |
| Those acts those songs shall still content them best | H |
| Which praise those awfull powers that make them blest | H |
John Donne
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