A Summer Pilgrimage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGHH IIJJKKLL AAMMNNHH OOPPQQRS TTUUVWEE XYZZRSA2A2 B2B2SRA2A2C2C2 A2A2A2A2EED2D2 EEE2E2MMGG F2D2A2A2XYKK LA2EEA2A2EETo kneel before some saintly shrine | A |
To breathe the health of airs divine | A |
Or bathe where sacred rivers flow | B |
The cowled and turbaned pilgrims go | B |
I too a palmer take as they | C |
With staff and scallop shell my way | C |
To feel from burdening cares and ills | D |
The strong uplifting of the hills | D |
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The years are many since at first | E |
For dreamed of wonders all athirst | E |
I saw on Winnipesaukee fall | F |
The shadow of the mountain wall | F |
Ah where are they who sailed with me | G |
The beautiful island studded sea | G |
And am I he whose keen surprise | H |
Flashed out from such unclouded eyes | H |
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Still when the sun of summer burns | I |
My longing for the hills returns | I |
And northward leaving at my back | J |
The warm vale of the Merrimac | J |
I go to meet the winds of morn | K |
Blown down the hill gaps mountain born | K |
Breathe scent of pines and satisfy | L |
The hunger of a lowland eye | L |
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Again I see the day decline | A |
Along a ridged horizon line | A |
Touching the hill tops as a nun | M |
Her beaded rosary sinks the sun | M |
One lake lies golden which shall soon | N |
Be silver in the rising moon | N |
And one the crimson of the skies | H |
And mountain purple multiplies | H |
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With the untroubled quiet blends | O |
The distance softened voice of friends | O |
The girl's light laugh no discord brings | P |
To the low song the pine tree sings | P |
And not unwelcome comes the hail | Q |
Of boyhood from his nearing sail | Q |
The human presence breaks no spell | R |
And sunset still is miracle | S |
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Calm as the hour methinks I feel | T |
A sense of worship o'er me steal | T |
Not that of satyr charming Pan | U |
No cult of Nature shaming man | U |
Not Beauty's self but that which lives | V |
And shines through all the veils it weaves | W |
Soul of the mountain lake and wood | E |
Their witness to the Eternal Good | E |
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And if by fond illusion here | X |
The earth to heaven seems drawing near | Y |
And yon outlying range invites | Z |
To other and serener heights | Z |
Scarce hid behind its topmost swell | R |
The shining Mounts Delectable | S |
A dream may hint of truth no less | A2 |
Than the sharp light of wakefulness | A2 |
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As through her vale of incense smoke | B2 |
Of old the spell rapt priestess spoke | B2 |
More than her heathen oracle | S |
May not this trance of sunset tell | R |
That Nature's forms of loveliness | A2 |
Their heavenly archetypes confess | A2 |
Fashioned like Israel's ark alone | C2 |
From patterns in the Mount made known | C2 |
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A holier beauty overbroods | A2 |
These fair and faint similitudes | A2 |
Yet not unblest is he who sees | A2 |
Shadows of God's realities | A2 |
And knows beyond this masquerade | E |
Of shape and color light and shade | E |
And dawn and set and wax and wane | D2 |
Eternal verities remain | D2 |
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O gems of sapphire granite set | E |
O hills that charmed horizons fret | E |
I know how fair your morns can break | E2 |
In rosy light on isle and lake | E2 |
How over wooded slopes can run | M |
The noonday play of cloud and sun | M |
And evening droop her oriflamme | G |
Of gold and red in still Asquam | G |
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The summer moons may round again | F2 |
And careless feet these hills profane | D2 |
These sunsets waste on vacant eyes | A2 |
The lavish splendor of the skies | A2 |
Fashion and folly misplaced here | X |
Sigh for their natural atmosphere | Y |
And travelled pride the outlook scorn | K |
Of lesser heights than Matterhorn | K |
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But let me dream that hill and sky | L |
Of unseen beauty prophesy | A2 |
And in these tinted lakes behold | E |
The trailing of the raiment fold | E |
Of that which still eluding gaze | A2 |
Allures to upward tending ways | A2 |
Whose footprints make wherever found | E |
Our common earth a holy ground | E |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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