My Library Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCC BCBCDDD CECEFFF CCCCGGG HIHIJJJ CECEKKK LMLMNNN OHOHPPP CJCJFFF QRQRSSS TCTCBBB

Shrine of my mind my LibraryA
Each morn I greet thee with delightB
When soul refreshed I bring to theeA
The benediction of the nightB
Encompassed by thy sheltering wallsC
'Mid books whose interest enthrallsC
Life's shadow from my spirit fallsC
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Behold above the wooded heightB
The sun god's glittering disk appearsC
And at a bound its flood of lightB
The intervening valley clearsC
Enveloped in its noiseless tideD
Each castle on the mountain sideD
Stands forth in splendor glorifiedD
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How welcome are the yellow wavesC
That through the eastern windows pourE
And with a warmth my nature cravesC
Transmute to gold the polished floorE
Then mount to gild my desk my chairF
And e'en the spotless paper thereF
Which soon my written thought must bearF
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In serried ranks around me riseC
Two thousand tried and trusty friendsC
Instructive famous witty wiseC
Each gladly his assistance lendsC
To suit at will my varying moodG
But none that aid will e'er intrudeG
Or break unsought my solitudeG
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Some speak of problems of the soulH
Profound insoluble sublimeI
Some tell of Law's supreme controlH
And some retrace through distant timeI
The evolution of mankindJ
And in its ever broadening mindJ
A hope for future triumphs findJ
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A few the noble deeds rehearseC
Of heroes famed in peace or warE
While many in inspiring verseC
Show heights to which the soul may soarE
But all with serious thoughts are filledK
And some hold truths from life distilledK
Whose power my heart hath often thrilledK
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By such companions cheered and blestL
How vapid seems the listless throngM
Of those who tortured by unrestL
Find life too dull and days too longM
And idly frittering time awayN
As scandal mongers rend and slayN
The friends they dined with yesterdayN
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My Library to thee I turnO
As turns the needle toward the poleH
And feel my heart within me yearnO
For all thou offerest to the soulH
Why should I join in feverish hasteP
The crowd for which I have no tasteP
The precious boon of life to wasteP
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Yet not as an austere recluseC
Still less as one who hates mankindJ
Do I thy peaceful precincts chooseC
But as a student who can findJ
No joys in Vanity's gay FairF
That for an instant can compareF
With those thou askest me to shareF
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Moreover welcome as the sunQ
Are friends whose love I prize and holdR
Their visits I would never shunQ
To them my heart grows never coldR
And whether they have wealth or fameS
Or bear a plain or titled nameS
To me will always be the sameS
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Nor am I ever quite aloneT
When thus ensconced among my booksC
A kindred mind there meets my ownT
And with me toward the sunset looksC
With blazing logs the hearth is brightB
A treasured volume is in sightB
Hence to the outer world good nightB

John L. Stoddard



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