The Mystic Lyre Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMMM MEME NMNM OPOP CBAB| HEAVEN GIFTED was the mortal thrice illum'ed by heaven's own fire | A |
| A bard the chords of whose great soul to love and truth were strung | B |
| Who deemed the mighty universe itself a seven stringed lyre | C |
| From which at the Creator's touch the anthem Life is wrung | B |
| - | |
| An instrument it is by which a gamut vast is spann'd | D |
| Whose every tone's in unison with every other tone | E |
| And which alone is given to the heart to understand | D |
| Who to pity gives an ear of soul to self an ear of stone | E |
| - | |
| To such a one the accents of that magic lyre expound | F |
| The kinship of all beings great and small and how the sweet | G |
| Yet mighty octave to the key struck in yon planet's found | F |
| Within the little dew drop that sparkles at our feet | G |
| - | |
| In the seeming great the little in the seeming small the great | H |
| Are rendered by that music to the pure in spirit plain | I |
| And the thistle's and the lily's and the mourn'd and envied state | H |
| Are but altos and contraltos in one bright harmonic strain | I |
| - | |
| In the seeming ill the good is in the seeming good the ill | J |
| But in Life's complex measure what the ill deplored appears | K |
| Is often but a needful step into a varied trill | J |
| That terminates with rapture what began mid doubts and fears | K |
| - | |
| All height and depth of moral being are compass'd in one chant | L |
| And thro' vast scales descending in the lowest soul is heard | M |
| True echoes true tho' faint of what the highest soul can vaunt | M |
| Whilst to the lowest full as oft the highest yields a chord | M |
| - | |
| The measure of the man with all his destiny so vast | M |
| When the key note of the living known is stricken may be shown | E |
| And the burden of the future and the burden of the past | M |
| Are but coloured octaves to the note from out the present thrown | E |
| - | |
| The measure of the angel in the measure of the man | N |
| Yea he the highest seraph in the lowest serf's concealed | M |
| And the diapason struck on earth compriseth in its span | N |
| An echo of the heaven itself in angel states reveal'd | M |
| - | |
| Not that which was is that which is as sang the Hebrew sage | O |
| But a duller to a brighter chord and that which is in turn | P |
| Is but a stage in life's great march prophetic of a stage | O |
| That awaits the soul's arrival when we leap death's dreaded burn | P |
| - | |
| The mighty universe itself is but a mighty lyre | C |
| From which at the Creator's touch the anthem Life is flung | B |
| And could we heed its music up would leap our souls on fire | A |
| And up a hymn to Love Eterne would leap from every tongue | B |
Joseph Skipsey
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About The Mystic Lyre
The Mystic Lyre is a poem by Joseph Skipsey. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about The Mystic Lyre poem by Joseph Skipsey
Best Poems of Joseph Skipsey