Ode To A Child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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BRIGHT as a morn of springA
That jubilates along the earthB
With clouds and winds and flowers rejoicingA
And all the creatures that on wingA
Scarce dip the ground in their ethereal mirthB
Whilst the dew'd sunlight and the gold flushed rainC
Wed midway in the airD
And from the twainC
Is ever born that fairy gossamerE
The iridescent bridge that spans the skiesF
Yea e'en in such wild glory dost thou glowG
Soul fresh exuberant childH
And drops of heavenly freshness gleamI
On red red lips in dark orbed eyesF
Like morning dews that glimmering showG
On winter moss and heath'ry wildH
And soft cropped grasses undefiledH
In all the shifting splendour of a dreamI
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Oh thou that in thy gleeJ
Know'st of no ending yet and no beginningA
Making the hours melodious with thy playK
Like grasshoppers that through the livelong dayK
Hopping on the new mown hayK
Sun struck trill their roundelayK
Or the cricket chirping cheerlyK
Late at night at morning earlyK
With a little baby singingA
Like an echo faintly ringingA
From the distant summer leasL
And with tremulous murmurs clingingA
Round the hearth like clustering beesL
Humming round the linden treesL
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And yet athwart thy soulK
At times perchance I seem to seeK
The hid existence of far off eventsM
Trailing their slumb'rous shadows silentlyK
For in the dusky deepsM
Of thy large eyesM
Sometime the veil d outline of a stillK
And mute born vision sleepsM
As in the hollows of a hillK
With dim and darksome rentsM
The dreamful shadow of the morning liesM
And softly slowly ever down doth rollK
Till lost in mystic deeps it flees our watchful eyesM
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Yet from that silent tranceM
Quick leap'st thou back into thy playfulnessM
As waters darkened by the drifting cloudH
Into the swift sweet sunlight crowdH
Where dashed with dewy gold they danceM
In unbedimm d sprightlinessM
Till with their blithesome strainC
They make the brooding mountains loudH
And fling their merriment across the voiceless plainC
And buzzing lightly here and thereD
Thou like a little curious flyK
That fusses through the airD
Dost pry and spyK
With thy keen inquisitive eyeK
Poking fatly dimpled fingersM
Into corner box and closetH
Where perchance there hidden lingersM
Some depositH
To be carried off triumphantlyK
And with many questions everE
Rippling like a restless riverE
Puzzling many an older brainC
Dost thou hour by hour increase thy storeN
Of marvellous loreN
Thus a squirrel darting deftlyK
Up and down autumnal treesM
Sees its hoard of chesnuts growing swiftlyK
In a heap upon the leaf strewn leasM
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Yea open art thou to each influenceM
That strikes on thy soft spirit from withoutH
Thy spirit not yet frozen nor shut outH
From nature's kindling breathO
By selfish aims nor dulled the senseM
By hot desires alas too oft the deathO
Of man's spiritual vision No thy soulK
Is yet all clear and brightH
And lieth naked 'neath the eye of heavenP
As a small mountain poolK
A pure and azure poolK
To whom its food is givenP
By dews and rains and snows all lily whiteH
That softly fallK
Through many a summer's day and winter's nightH
And whose unspotted breastH
Glasses each pageant of the outer worldH
The cloud with pinions to the blast unfurledH
The mountains' haughty crestH
The slanting beam of twilight skiesM
That like a golden ladder liesM
Stretching across perchance for angel hostsM
To slideH
Down to the earth with heavenly boonQ
And glasses too the hurrying mists that glideH
Like gliding ghostsM
And stars and all the mildness of the moonQ
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As yet 'tis early January with theeK
Warm cradled doth the summer leafR
Lie folded in the winter leafR
On the blank treeK
And folded in the earth the seedH
The future mother of some glorious weedH
Or flower blowing gorgeouslyK
Or cedar branching wondrouslyK
Lies slumbering its whole destinyK
Of great or lowly foul or fairD
In this minutest space surely foreshadowed thereD
But let the west wind ocean bornS
Floating towards the meads of mornS
But once spread out his wild and vasty wingA
Setting the sap a cantring till new lifeT
Works wonders then thy beingA
Will strangely stir as at the soundH
Of sounding drum and fifeT
The war horse paws the groundH
And through thy sweet pure veinsM
Life like a waterfall will grandly boundH
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But now the Psyche of thy beingA
Still shyly doth essay her delicate wingA
Like to that airy nurseling of the sunP
When first it breaketh through its dunP
And horn d shell and triesM
To move its pinions powdered o'er and o'erE
With rainbow dust of April skiesM
That have as not yet learnt to soarN
And lie soft folded in sweet mysteriesM
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Oh looking on thee I do speculateH
On thy futurityH
What wilt thou beK
Some great and glorious lot I dream for theeK
Some starry fateH
For in thy nature meetH
Such buoyant strength and such a sweetH
Half veiled heart tenderness that on thy being doth restH
Like soft dark bloom upon a pansy's breastH
And pity gushes o'er thee like warm rainC
For everything in painC
Or great or small and such a shoalK
Of thick bred fancies ever swimmeth forthU
From the deep seaK
Of changeful fantasyK
Like golden fish that glitter in the sunP
And quick perception leading on and onV
Into a maze of thought fresh'ning the soulK
Of him who listens Aye what wilt thou beK
Perchance one of that sacred bandH
That ever were the salt of earthB
Whom men call dowered with genius They who standH
In grandeur and in glory like the AlpsM
With silver shining scalpsM
Bathed in the ether feeding all the landH
With the pure skyey waters that descendH
For ever from them men who freedH
From narrow bonds of hate and greedH
Fetters of custom and blind circumstanceM
Breathe the soul quickening air of thought and loveW
And struggling into freedom sudden seeK
The solid shroud of senseM
Consum d by a heavenly flameX
As is the vapour dense and dunP
Which the earth spirit fast doth breedH
By the great sunP
And the large mind in native majestyK
Doth catch that radiance evermore aboveW
Around us finest effluence of beingA
Illuminating with sharp sudden blazeM
Nature's mysterious waysM
Until his spirit feeling itself oneP
With all that is and was and is to beK
Vibrates into intenser lifeT
Which is creationP
Then makes he revelationP
Of that one truth that as a supreme rayK
With new existence heavily fraughtH
Lightened in awful lovelinessM
And empyrean holinessM
Upon his passive thoughtH
Till with long peals of explosive oracular thunderE
He bursts and cleaves and splinters asunderE
The clinging clinking manacles of lifeT
That fall and curl in harsh black masses underE
His wing d feet and through time's noisy strifeT
His infinite acts do strike like flameX
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Of a volcano seen across a seaM
On nights when with earthquake the labouring hills are rifeT
And labouring too like heaving heights doth heM
Girt round with turbulent whirls of praise and blameX
Breathe the hot spark of that which he did seeM
As vital force that pulses strong and warmY
In the mid heart of creedsM
Or rolls itself along the epic's floodH
Or lives through ages in the marbled formY
Or leaps to life in the heroic deedsM
Watering with the heart's noble bloodH
The seed of future world reforming goodH
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But stay my soulK
Too far thou fliest as a falcon fliesM
Forgetful of the handH
Where he must perch so tranc d with the grandH
And boundless skiesM
Oh come my song and rollK
Thy billows back where on the swelling bankZ
Mid flowers and reeds and grasses rankZ
And feathered warblers warbling wildH
Sporteth the unconscious childH
Safely roofed o'er by shielding mother's loveW
Like wee lamb clouds of morn by tender skies aboveW
Hark now I hear thy low soft laughter fallingA
Upon my heart like to the murmurous callingA
Of brooding stock doves now it sweet doth soundH
Like rippling rills of rain that make the groundH
Harmonious on hot summer afternoonsM
And now thy joyous croonsM
Blither and brighter tumble on my earA2
All clarion clearB2
Like songs of matin birds that in spring weatherE
Hid in young woods do jubilate togetherE
Yea on the musing mindH
That wrapt in meditation's sober dressM
Looks iK

Mathilde Blind



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