The Wind Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLEHMNOPQJ CECRSCTCUVWXCYZZIDDA 2B2C2D2E2D2CCZCSF2E2 CE2CD2G2E2E2CCE2OE2C E2H2E2CI2J2KD2K2CE2Y E2E2L2M2JE2E2CCJN2E2 E2O2D2ZYP2CCQ2R2E2CC CCQ2CE2D2D2CS2S2CT2C CE2E2E2CU2CF2OKACROSS the barren moors the wild wild wind | A |
Went sweeping on and with his sobs and shrieks | B |
Filled the still night and tore the woof of clouds | C |
Through which the moon did shed her cold clear light | D |
From age to age a houseless wanderer he | E |
Neither of heaven nor yet of earth but doomed | F |
For evermore to waver 'twixt the two | G |
Begging the moon with moans to take him up | H |
Into her charm d calm now with a wail | I |
Piteous and low beseeching that the earth | J |
Might fold him to her bosom but in vain | K |
A lonely outcast frenzied does he storm | L |
Wildly from land to land from sea to sea | E |
Driving the clouds before him ploughing up | H |
The shaking sod splitting the tow'ring masts | M |
And laying low the oaks of thousand years | N |
But I that night ne'er closed an eye in sleep | O |
For I did see him wand'ring o'er the moor | P |
A giant phantom lost in midnight gloom | Q |
Flitting a restless shadow 'twixt the earth | J |
And round orbed moon loose tattered folds of clouds | C |
Ragged with ages swept behind as he | E |
With Titan strides did bridge the rocky chasms | C |
Oh how he sobbed and shrieked and howled and roared | R |
Torn with eternal hunger after home | S |
So roars the lion from Numidian peaks | C |
Swaying his man d head from side to side | T |
As low then loud and louder swell his tones | C |
Till big with horror thro' the forest lone | U |
They roll towards the plain curdling the blood | V |
Of flocks and herds returning to the fold | W |
So howls the famished wolf across the waste | X |
Siberian snows with glare of restless eyes | C |
Making a hideous brilliance in the dark | Y |
Now worn away the wild wind's voice would die | Z |
Fainting with its excess then draw a sigh | Z |
Sounding far off and then a soughing wail | I |
A roar a shriek to pierce the ears of night | D |
So on and on through all the livelong night | D |
And all the livelong night I tossed about | A2 |
His stormy voice it would not let me rest | B2 |
But woke an echo in me rolling on | C2 |
Over my boundless waste of soul till all | D2 |
The weary longings and the phantoms wild | E2 |
The cravings with their thirst unquenchable | D2 |
The doubts dark looming in the nether mists | C |
Rose up in tumult shrieking with one voice | C |
'Is there no goal shall we for aye and aye | Z |
Be hurried restlessly through endless space | C |
Oh has the storm no nest the soul no home | S |
And the foundation stone of all my being | F2 |
Shook and a flood brackish with tears unshed | E2 |
Surged o'er and o'er me Tortured I arose | C |
Went to the open casement and looked out | E2 |
There was a lull Upon the gravelled talks | C |
And smooth cut sward patches of moonlight lay | D2 |
The clouds were swept away and sharp and clear | G2 |
The trees did cast their shadows on the ground | E2 |
Weird like and moonlit the wan brood of night | E2 |
Did flit adown the ridges of the moors | C |
Up from the river and from out the trees | C |
Gliding with noiseless movements in and out | E2 |
The pale moonlight making my flesh to creep | O |
And sick with fear I turned me to my rest | E2 |
But not to sleep for he on dew d wings | C |
Had shyly fled before the moaning wind | E2 |
Who now arose again in all his strength | H2 |
And tore along blasting the peace of night | E2 |
And the old clock did toll the weary hours | C |
As one by one night dropped them from her lap | I2 |
And weary wearily I counted them | J2 |
With burning eyes and with a burning brain | K |
But lo | D2 |
What golden touch falls on the curtain now | K2 |
Up from my bed I spring I look I see | C |
A trembling light gleam faintly in the east | E2 |
A trembling light while all around is dark | Y |
It grows it deepens into liquid gold | E2 |
And glowing orange and vermilion bright | E2 |
It spreads along in billowy ripples like | L2 |
A glittering ocean when the tide rolls in | M2 |
Smiling it greets the mist enshrouded earth | J |
And draws her up with hill and tree and field | E2 |
Driving the host of pris'ning fogs to flight | E2 |
That brooding vengeance fly behind the hills | C |
And gath'ring force from night swoop in one mass | C |
Of densest black across the swooning earth | J |
Trees weep and long drawn sighs float here and there | N2 |
Have shadows then wiped out the golden light | E2 |
See see the strangling cloud | E2 |
Sinks back pierced by the arrow of the dawn | O2 |
Her blood it trickles on the grass and all | D2 |
The vague wan children of the night they fly | Z |
In dire confusion westward Hark oh hark | Y |
The lovely morn now blows his silver horn | P2 |
And like a lavish prodigal he strews | C |
Red roses thick as sands on amber shores | C |
Along heaven's eastern floor for now the sun | Q2 |
The radiant conqueror of the night steps forth | R2 |
Upon the gorgeous path with dazzling shield | E2 |
Greeted by pealing chants as he begins | C |
His grand triumphal march hills vales and streams | C |
Laugh glowing up to him the heavy tears | C |
Wept through the night now sparkle on the grass | C |
Like orient pearls well knowing that the sun | Q2 |
Will kiss them all away the merry birds | C |
Shake out their plumage wet with drops and flit | E2 |
In airy gambols twitt'ring to and fro | D2 |
The flowers smile again and shyly play | D2 |
With morning rays | C |
But in the west a white mist like a dream | S2 |
With languid rooks floats o'er the winding stream | S2 |
And wearied out the wind a phantom strides | C |
On with the faded moon and flick'ring star | T2 |
Towards the hazy stretch of western moors | C |
His strong voice dying slowly as he goes | C |
But by my side a radiant spirit stood | E2 |
A sunbeam whispering with a smile 'Behold | E2 |
After the darkness still there falls a light | E2 |
After the storm a tranc d calm there falls | C |
There is a light yea and there is a rest ' | U2 |
And all the weary and the restless gusts | C |
That had been shaking at my roots of being | F2 |
Were lulled a silence came and dewy sleep | O |
Fell on my burning eyes and burning brain | K |
Mathilde Blind
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