The Foundling Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACCB DEEDFFE GHIGJJH KCCKLLC DMMDNNM OPPODDP DCCDQQC RSSRJJR TMMTGGM PUUPVVU BWWBXXWTW PYDOC CZCDA XZZRA2 A2DXB2C2| Beautiful Mother I have toiled all day | A |
| And I am wearied And the day is done | B |
| Now while the wild brooks run | B |
| Soft by the furrows fading gold to gray | A |
| Their laughters turned to musing ah let me | C |
| Hide here my face at thine unheeding knee | C |
| Beautiful Mother if I be thy son | B |
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| The birds fly low Gulls starlings hoverers | D |
| Along the meadows and the paling foam | E |
| All wings of thine that roam | E |
| Fly down fly down One reedy murmur blurs | D |
| The silence of the earth and from the warm | F |
| Face of the field the upward savors swarm | F |
| Into the darkness And the herds are home | E |
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| All they are stalled and folded for their rest | G |
| The creatures cloud fleece young that leap and veer | H |
| Mad mane and gentle ear | I |
| And breath of loving kindness And that best | G |
| O shaggy house mate watching me from far | J |
| With human aching heart as I a star | J |
| Tempest of plum d joys just to be near | H |
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| So close so like so dear and whom I love | K |
| More than thou lovest them or lovest me | C |
| So beautiful to see | C |
| Ah and to touch When those far lights above | K |
| Scorch me with farness lights that call and call | L |
| To the far heart and answer not at all | L |
| Save that they will not let the darkness be | C |
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| And what am I That I alone of these | D |
| Make me most glad at noon That I should mark | M |
| The after glow go dark | M |
| This hour to sing but never have heart's ease | D |
| That when the sorrowing winds fly low and croon | N |
| Outside our happy windows their old rune | N |
| Beautiful Mother I must wake and hark | M |
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| Who am I Why for me this iron Must | O |
| Burden the moon white ox would never bear | P |
| Load that he cannot share | P |
| He thine imperial hostage of the dust | O |
| Else should I look to see the god's surprise | D |
| Flow from his great unscornful lovely eyes | D |
| The ox thou gavest to partake my care | P |
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| Yea all they bear their yoke of sun filled hours | D |
| I lord at noon at nightfall no more free | C |
| Take on more heavily | C |
| The yoke of hid intolerable Powers | D |
| Then pushes here in my forgetful hand | Q |
| This near one's breathless plea to understand | Q |
| Starward I look he even so at me | C |
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| And she who shines within my house my sight | R |
| Of the heart's eyes my hearth glow and my rain | S |
| My singing's one refrain | S |
| Are there for her no tidings from the height | R |
| For her my solace likewise lost and far | J |
| Islanded with me here on this lone star | J |
| Washed by the ceaseless tides of dark and light | R |
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| What shall it profit that I built for her | T |
| A little wayside shelter from the stark | M |
| Sky that we hear and mark | M |
| Lo in her eyes all dreams that ever were | T |
| And cheek to cheek with me she shares the quest | G |
| Her heart as mine for her sole tented rest | G |
| From light to light of day from dark till Dark | M |
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| Yea but for her how should I greatly care | P |
| Whither and whence But that the dark should blast | U |
| Our bright To hold her fast | U |
| Yet feel this dread creep gray along the air | P |
| To know I cannot hold her so my own | V |
| But under surge of joy the surges moan | V |
| That threaten us with parting at the last | U |
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| Beautiful Mother I am not thy son | B |
| I know from echoes far behind the sky | W |
| I know I know not why | W |
| Even from thy golden wide oblivion | B |
| Thy careless leave to help thy harvesting | X |
| Thy leave to work a little live and sing | X |
| Thy leave to suffer yea to sing and die | W |
| Beautiful Mother | T |
| Ah Whose child am I | W |
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| Love sang to me And I went down the stair | P |
| And out into the darkness and the dew | Y |
| And bowed myself unto the little grass | D |
| And the blind herbs and the unshapen dust | O |
| Of earth without a face So let me be | C |
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| For as I hear the singing makes of me | C |
| My own desire and momently I grow | Z |
| Yea all the while with hands of melody | C |
| The singing makes me out of what I was | D |
| Even as a potter shaping Eden clay | A |
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| Ever Love sings and saith in words that sing | X |
| 'Beloved thus art thou and even so | Z |
| Lovely art thou Beloved ' Even so | Z |
| As the Sea weaves her path before the light | R |
| I hear I hear and I am glorified | A2 |
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| Love sang to me and I am glorified | A2 |
| Because of some commandment in the stars | D |
| And I shall grow in favour and in shining | X |
| Till at the last I am all beautiful | B2 |
| Beautiful for the day Love sings no more | C2 |
Josephine Preston Peabody
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