The Human Music Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFFGHIIJJKKLL MMNNOOPQLRRSSTUVVWW XXYYZZA2A2B2B2C2C2QP D2D2E2E2F2G2VVH2H2I2 I2J2J2 K2K2YYDDL2L2M2M2N2N2 EEZZO2O2P2Q2K2K2R2R2 Q2Q2Q2Q2S2T2LLMMNNQ2 Q2U2T2NV2V2W2W2NNQ2Q 2Q2Q2LLYYQ2Q2Q2Q2DIT 2T2B2B2ZZQ2Q2X2Y2R2R 2Z2Z2Q2Q2A3A3ZZT2T2E 2E2T2T2B3C3Q2Q2ZZ Q2Q2ZB2Q2Q2D3D3Q2Q2Q 2Q2Q2Q2R2R2E3E3F3F3Q 2Q2Y2X2G3H3 Q2Q2C3C3Q2Q2Q2Q2NNJJ X2Y2At evening when the aspens rustled soft | A |
And the last blackbird by the hedge nest laughed | B |
And through the leaves the moon's unmeaning face | C |
Looked and then rose in dark blue leafless space | C |
Watching the trees and moon she could not bear | D |
The silence and the presence everywhere | D |
The blackbird called the silence and it came | E |
Closing and closing round like smoke round flame | E |
Into her heart it crept and the heart was numb | F |
Even wishes died and all but fear was dumb | F |
Fear and its phantoms Then the trees were enlarged | G |
And from their roundness unguessed shapes emerged | H |
Or no shape but the image of her fear | I |
Creeping forth from her mind and hovering near | I |
If a bat flitted it was an evil thing | J |
Sadder the trees grew with every shadowy wing | J |
Their shape enlarged their arms quivered their thought | K |
Stirring in the leaves a silent anguish wrought | K |
What are they thinking of the evil trees | L |
Nod nodding standing in malignant ease | L |
Something against man's mortal heart was sworn | M |
Once when their dark Powers were conceived and born | M |
And in such fading or such lightless hours | N |
The world is delivered to these plotting Powers | N |
No physical swift blow she dreaded not | O |
Lightning's quick mercy but her heart grew hot | O |
And cold and hot with uncomprehended sense | P |
Of an assassin spiritual influence | Q |
Moving in the unmoving trees | L |
Till as she stared | R |
Her eyes turned cowards at last and no more dared | R |
Yet could she never rise and shut the door | S |
Perhaps those Powers would batter at the door | S |
And that were madness So right through the house | T |
She set the doors all wide when she could arouse | U |
The body's energy to serve the mind | V |
Then the air would move and any little wind | V |
Would cleanse awhile the darkness and diminish | W |
Her fear and the dumb shadow war would finish | W |
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But it was not the trees the birds the moon | X |
Birds cease months fly green seasons wither soon | X |
Nature was constant all the seasons through | Y |
Sinister watchful and a thick cloud drew | Y |
Over the mind when its simplicity | Z |
Challenged what seemed with thought of what must be | Z |
She wondered seeing how a child could play | A2 |
Lightly in a shady field all day | A2 |
For in that golden brief benignant weather | B2 |
When spring and summer calling run together | B2 |
And the sun's fresh and hot she saw deep guile | C2 |
In the sweetness of that unconditioned smile | C2 |
Sweetness not sweetness was but indifference | Q |
Or wantonness disguised to her grave sense | P |
And if she could have seen the things she felt | D2 |
She'd looked for darkness and lit shapes that knelt | D2 |
Appealing unregarded at a high | E2 |
Altar uprising from the pit to the sky | E2 |
Had the trees consciousness with flowers and clouds | F2 |
And winds that hung like thin clouds in the woods | G2 |
And stars and silence had they each a mind | V |
Bending on hers clear eyes on her eyes blind | V |
In the green dense heights elm oak ash yew or beech | H2 |
She scarce saw was there not a brain in each | H2 |
An undiscovered centre of quick nerves | I2 |
By which like man the tree lives masters serves | I2 |
Waxes and wanes Oppressed her mind would shrink | J2 |
From thought and into her trembling body sink | J2 |
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Something of this had childhood taught her when | K2 |
Sickly she lay and peered again and again | K2 |
At gray skies and white skies and void bright blue | Y |
And watched the sun the bare town tree boughs through | Y |
And then through leafy boughs and once more bare | D |
Or in the west country's heavy hill drawn air | D |
Had felt the green grass pushing within her veins | L2 |
Tangling and strangling and the warm spring rains | L2 |
Tapping all night upon her childish head | M2 |
She shivered lying lonely on her bed | M2 |
With all that life all round and she so weak | N2 |
Longing to speak yet what was there to speak | N2 |
And as she grew and health came and love came | E |
And life was happier happier still the same | E |
Inhuman spirit rose whenever she | Z |
Held in her thoughts more than her eyes could see | Z |
Behind the happiest hours the dark cloud hung | O2 |
Distant or nearing and its dullness flung | O2 |
On the south meadows of her thought the fairest | P2 |
Shrinking in shadow aspirations rarest | Q2 |
Falling like shot birds in a reedy fen | K2 |
Slain by the old Enemy of men | K2 |
Life ebbed while men strove for the means of life | R2 |
The grudging earth turned labour into strife | R2 |
The moving hosts within the heavy clod | Q2 |
Seemed infinite in malice frost and flood | Q2 |
Season and inter season were conspired | Q2 |
In smiling or sour mockery and untired | Q2 |
And undelighted man scratched and scratched on | S2 |
And what he did by Nature was undone | T2 |
She saw men twisted more than rocks or trees | L |
Bruised numbed by age and labour and the disease | L |
Of labour in the cold fields women worn | M |
By many child bearings and their self scorn | M |
Because of time and their lost woman's powers | N |
Bitter was Nature to women for those hours | N |
Of the spirit's and the body's first delight | Q2 |
Passed soon and the long day evening night | Q2 |
Of life uncherished bitterest when even | U2 |
That brief hour was denied of dancing heaven | T2 |
Dewy love and fulfilled desires | N |
But age | V2 |
Of all ills made her pity and anger rage | V2 |
To see and smell the calm months bud and bloom | W2 |
April's first warmth June's hues and slow perfume | W2 |
The sweetness drifting by in those long hours | N |
While out of her she nursed the vital powers | N |
Were pressed by pain and pressed by pain renewed | Q2 |
Till closing the life long vicissitude | Q2 |
Came starving death with full heaped summer and | Q2 |
Wrung the last pangs that spirit could withstand | Q2 |
Or to see age in its prison slowly freeze | L |
With impotence more disastrous than disease | L |
While trees flowered on or all the winter through | Y |
Upheld brave arms and with spring flowered anew | Y |
Above those living graves and graves of the dead | Q2 |
'Twas all such bitterness but she nothing said | Q2 |
She saw men as courageous boats that sailed | Q2 |
On all the seas and some a far port hailed | Q2 |
Perhaps to sail again or anchor there | D |
Forever some would quietly disappear | I |
In stormless waters and some in storms be broken | T2 |
And all be hidden and no clear meaning spoken | T2 |
Nor any trace upon the waters linger | B2 |
Where the boat went the wind with hasty finger | B2 |
Savage and sly as aught of land could be | Z |
Erased the little wrinkling of the sea | Z |
O in such enmity was man enisled | Q2 |
Such loneliness by foolish shades beguiled | Q2 |
That it was bravery to see and live | X2 |
But cowardice to see and to forgive | Y2 |
The wrong of evil the wrong of death to life | R2 |
The defeat of innocence the waste of strife | R2 |
The heavy ills of time injustice pain | Z2 |
In field and forest and flood rose huge and plain | Z2 |
Brushing her mind with darkness till she thought | Q2 |
Not with her brain but all her nerves were wrought | Q2 |
Into an apprehension burning strong | A3 |
Unslackening of mortality's old wrong | A3 |
But if her eyes she raised to those clear lonely | Z |
Altitudes of stars and ether only | Z |
Her eyes fell and rebuked her as forbidden | T2 |
With human mind to question what was hidden | T2 |
At summer dusk the broad moon rising high | E2 |
Put gentleness in the vast strength of the sky | E2 |
Easing its weight or the hot summer sun | T2 |
Made noonday kind and the hours lightly run | T2 |
But in those blazing midnights of the stars | B3 |
Gathered and brightening for immortal wars | C3 |
With spears and darts and arrows of sharp light | Q2 |
She read the indifference of the infinite | Q2 |
The high strife flashing through eternity | Z |
While on the earth stared mortals but as she | Z |
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O 'twas a living world that rose around | Q2 |
And in her sentience burned a hollow wound | Q2 |
Such easy brightness as the poets see | Z |
Or easy gloom or hues of faerie | B2 |
She never saw but into her own heart peered | Q2 |
To find what spirit indeed it was she feared | Q2 |
Whether in antique days a divine foe | D3 |
Sprung branchlike from dense woods had wrought her woe | D3 |
Whether in antique days a pagan rite | Q2 |
Herself a pagan still unfilmed her sight | Q2 |
And taught her secrets never to be forgot | Q2 |
And by man's generation pardoned not | Q2 |
The same blood in ancestral veins ran fleet | Q2 |
As now made hers a road for pain's quick feet | Q2 |
Into the marrow of her hidden life | R2 |
Had poured the agony of their termless strife | R2 |
With immaterial and material things | E3 |
And as a bird an unlearned music sings | E3 |
Because a million generations sang | F3 |
So in her breast the old alarum rang | F3 |
So the old sorrowfulness in her thought | Q2 |
Renewed and apprehensions all untaught | Q2 |
As if indeed a creature primitive | Y2 |
Still did she in the world's dim morning live | X2 |
That wanted human warmth and gentleness | G3 |
To make its solitude a little less | H3 |
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Kindness gave solitude the lovely light | Q2 |
She loved and made less terrible black midnight | Q2 |
Even as a bird its unlearned music pours | C3 |
Though windows all be blind and shut the doors | C3 |
And sings on still though no faint sound be heard | Q2 |
But wind and leaves and another lonely bird | Q2 |
So poured she untaught kindness all around | Q2 |
And in that human music comfort found | Q2 |
Music her own and music heard from others | N |
Prime music of all lovers children mothers | N |
Precarious music between all men sounding | J |
The horror of silent and dark Powers confounding | J |
Singing that music she could bravely live | X2 |
Hearing it find less sorrow to forgive | Y2 |
John Frederick Freeman
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