Beechwood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACCDEEECEECE FGHHFIJJHKKEJJJEJEEJ EE JEJELEFJEEJEMMJJBBJJ JJMFMJFJFFFEENNJOFFF JFFFONFFEE JJPPPJJ QQJJRSRSTETEII JEEJUUJJOJJOVVNNNJJJ JWWNNNEE KEEKXEXXJTTXJ YYJJFFFJJFMFZZJEJE JJFFJA2FJB2EB2EB2EEJ EJEJC2JFFC2JNPPO OAOAEJJED2E2E2D2EUEJ JUJJEFFE| Hear me O beeches You | A |
| That have with ageless anguish slowly risen | B |
| From earth's still secret prison | B |
| Into the ampler prison of aery blue | A |
| Your voice I hear flowing the valleys through | A |
| After the wind that tramples from the west | C |
| After the wind your boughs in new unrest | C |
| Shake and your voice one voice uniting voices | D |
| A thousand or a thousand thousand flows | E |
| Like the wind's moody glad when he rejoices | E |
| In swift succeeding and diminishing blows | E |
| And drooping when declines death's ardour in his breast | C |
| Then over him exhausted weaving the soft fan like noises | E |
| Of gentlest creaking stems and soothing leaves | E |
| Until he rest | C |
| And silent too your easied bosom heaves | E |
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| That high and noble wind is rootless nor | F |
| From stable earth sucks nurture but roams on | G |
| Childless as fatherless wild unconfined | H |
| So that men say As homeless as the wind | H |
| Rising and falling and rising evermore | F |
| With years like ticks ons as centuries gone | I |
| Only within impalpable ether bound | J |
| And blindly with the green globe spinning round | J |
| He noble wind | H |
| Most ancient creature of imprisoned Time | K |
| From high to low may fall and low to high may climb | K |
| Andean peak to deep caved southern sea | E |
| With lifted hand and voice of gathered sound | J |
| And echoes in his tossing quiver bound | J |
| And loosed from height into immensity | J |
| Yet of his freedom tires remaining free | E |
| Moulding and remoulding imponderable cloud | J |
| Uplifting skiey archipelagian isles | E |
| Sunnier than ocean's blue seas and white isles | E |
| Aflush with blossom where late sunlight glowed | J |
| Still of his freedom tiring yet still free | E |
| Homelessly roaming between sky earth and sea | E |
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| But you O beeches even as men have root | J |
| Deep in apparent and substantial things | E |
| Earth sun air water and the chemic fruit | J |
| Wise Time of these has made What laughing Springs | E |
| Your branches sprinkle young leaf shadows o'er | L |
| That wanting the leaf shadows were no Springs | E |
| Of seasonable sweet and freshness nor | F |
| If Summer of your murmur gathered not | J |
| Increase of music as your leaves grow dense | E |
| Might even kine and birds and general noise of wings | E |
| Of summer make full Summer but the hot | J |
| Slow moons would pass and leave unsatisfied the sense | E |
| Nor Autumn's waste were dear if your gold snow | M |
| Of leaves whirled not upon the gold below | M |
| Nor Winter's snow were loveliness complete | J |
| Wanting the white drifts round your breasts and feet | J |
| To hills how many has your tossed green given | B |
| Likeness of an inverted cloudy heaven | B |
| How many English hills enlarge their pride | J |
| Of shape and solitude | J |
| By beechwoods darkening the steepest side | J |
| I know a Mount let there my longing brood | J |
| Again as oft my eyes a Mount I know | M |
| Where beeches stand arrested in the throe | F |
| Of that last onslaught when the gods swept low | M |
| Against the gods inhabiting the wood | J |
| Gods into trees did pass and disappear | F |
| Then closing body and huge members heaved | J |
| With energy and agony and fear | F |
| See how the thighs were strained how tortured here | F |
| See limb from limb sprung pain too sore to bear | F |
| Eyes once looked from those sockets that no eyes | E |
| Have worn since oh with what desperate surprise | E |
| These arms uplifted still were raised in vain | N |
| Against alien triumph and the inward pain | N |
| Unlock your arms and be no more distressed | J |
| Let the wind glide over you easily again | O |
| It is a dream you fight a memory | F |
| Of battle lost And how should dreaming be | F |
| Still a renewed agony | F |
| But O when that wind comes up out of the west | J |
| New winged with Autumn from the distant sea | F |
| And springs upon you how should not dreaming be | F |
| A remembered and renewing agony | F |
| Then are your breasts O unleaved beeches again | O |
| Torn and your thighs and arms with the old strain | N |
| Stretched past endurance and your groans I hear | F |
| Low bent beneath the hoofs by that fierce charioteer | F |
| Driven clashing over till even dreaming is | E |
| Less of a present agony than this | E |
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| Fall gentler sleep upon you now while soft | J |
| Airs circle swallow like from hedge to croft | J |
| Below your lowest naked rooted troop | P |
| Let evening slowly droop | P |
| Into the middle of your boughs and stoop | P |
| Quiet breathing down to your scarce quivering side | J |
| And rest there satisfied | J |
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| Yet sleep herself may wake | Q |
| And through your heavy unlit dome O Mount of beeches shake | Q |
| Then shall your massy columns yield | J |
| Again the company all day concealed | J |
| Is it their shapes that sweep | R |
| Serene within the ambit of the Moon | S |
| Sentinel'd by shades slow marching with moss footed hours that creep | R |
| From dusk of night to dusk of day slow marching yet too soon | S |
| Approaching morn Are these their grave | T |
| Remembering ghosts | E |
| Already your full foliaged branches wave | T |
| And the thin failing hosts | E |
| Into your secrecies are swift withdrawn | I |
| Before the certain footsteps of the dawn | I |
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| But you O beeches even as men have root | J |
| Deep in apparent and substantial things | E |
| Birds on your branches leap and shake their wings | E |
| Long ere night falls the soft owl loosens her slow hoot | J |
| From the unfathomed fountains of your gloom | U |
| Late western sunbeams on your broad trunks bloom | U |
| Levelled from the low opposing hill and fold | J |
| Your inmost conclave with a burning gold | J |
| Than those night ghosts awhile more solid men | O |
| Pass within your sharp shade that makes an arctic night | J |
| Of common light | J |
| And pause swift measuring tree by tree and then | O |
| Paint their vivid mark | V |
| Ciphering fatality on each unwrinkled bark | V |
| Across the sunken stain | N |
| That every season's gathered streaming rain | N |
| Has deepened to a darker grain | N |
| You of this fatal sign unconscious lift | J |
| Your branches still each tree her lofty tent | J |
| Still light and twilight drift | J |
| Between and lie in wan pools silver sprent | J |
| But comes a day a step a voice and now | W |
| The repeated stroke the noosed and tethered bough | W |
| The sundered trunk upon the enormous wain | N |
| Bound kinglike with chain over chain | N |
| New wounded and exposed with each old stain | N |
| And here small pools of doubtful light are lakes | E |
| Shadowless and no more that rude bough music wakes | E |
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| So on men too the indifferent woodman Time | K |
| Servant of unseen Master nearing sets | E |
| His unread symbol or who reads forgets | E |
| And suns and seasons fall and climb | K |
| Leaves fall snows fall Spring flutters after Spring | X |
| A generation a generation begets | E |
| But comes a day though dearly the tough roots cling | X |
| To common earth branches with branches sing | X |
| And that obscure sign's read or swift misread | J |
| By the indifferent woodman or his slave | T |
| Disease night wandered from a fever dripping cave | T |
| No chain's then needed for no fearful king | X |
| But light earth fall on foot and hand and head | J |
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| Now thick as stars leaves shake within the dome | Y |
| Of faintly glinting dusking monochrome | Y |
| And stars thick hung as leaves shake unseen in the round | J |
| Of darkening blue the heavenly branches wave without a sound | J |
| Only betrayed by fine vibration of thin air | F |
| Gleam now the nearer stars and ghosts of farther stars that bare | F |
| Trembling and gradual brightness everywhere | F |
| When leaves fall wildly and your beechen dome is thinned | J |
| Showered glittering down under the sudden wind | J |
| And when you crowded stars are shaken from your tree | F |
| In time's late season stripped and each bough nakedly | M |
| Rocks in those gleamless shallows of infinity | F |
| When star fall follows leaf fall will long Winter pass away | Z |
| And new stars as new leaves dance through their hasty May | Z |
| But as a leaf falls so falls weightless thought | J |
| Eddying and with a myriad dead leaves lies | E |
| Bewildered or in a little air awhile is caught | J |
| Idly then drops and dies | E |
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| Look at the stars the stars But in this wood | J |
| All I can understand is understood | J |
| Gentler than stars your beeches speak I hear | F |
| Syllables more simple and intimately clear | F |
| To earth taught sense than the heaven singing word | J |
| Of that intemperate wisdom which the sky | A2 |
| Shakes down upon each unregarding century | F |
| There lying like snow unstirred | J |
| Unmelting on the loftiest peak | B2 |
| Above our human and green valley ways | E |
| Lowlier and friendlier your beechen branches speak | B2 |
| To men of mortal days | E |
| With hearts too fond too weak | B2 |
| For solitude or converse with that starry race | E |
| Their shaken lights | E |
| Their lonely splendours and uncomprehended | J |
| Dream distance and long circlings 'mid the heights | E |
| And deeps remotely neighboured and attended | J |
| By spheres that spill their fire through these estranging nights | E |
| Ah were they less dismaying or less splendid | J |
| But as one deaf and mute sees the lips shape | C2 |
| And quiver as men talk or marks the throat | J |
| Of rising song that he can never hear | F |
| Though in the singer's eyes her joy may dimly peer | F |
| And song and word his hopeless sense escape | C2 |
| Sweet common word and lifted heavenly note | J |
| So beneath that bright rain | N |
| While stars rise soar and stoop | P |
| Dazzled and dismayed I look and droop | P |
| And blinded look again | O |
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| Return return O beeches sing you then | O |
| I like a tree wave all my thoughts with you | A |
| As your boughs wave to other tossed boughs when | O |
| First in the windy east the dawn looks through | A |
| Night's soon dissolving bars | E |
| Return return But I have never strayed | J |
| Hush thoughts that for a moment played | J |
| In that enchanted forest of the stars | E |
| Where the mind grows numb | D2 |
| Return return | E2 |
| Back thoughts from heights that freeze and deeps that burn | E2 |
| Where sight fails and song's dumb | D2 |
| And as after long absence a child stands | E |
| In each familiar room | U |
| And with fond hands | E |
| Touches the table casement bed | J |
| Anon each sleeping half forgotten toy | J |
| So I to your sharp light and friendly gloom | U |
| Returning with first pale leaves round me shed | J |
| Recover the old joy | J |
| Since here the long acquainted hill path lies | E |
| Steeps I have clambered up and spaces where | F |
| The Mount opens her bosom to the air | F |
| And all around gigantic beeches rise | E |
John Freeman
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