To Hope Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKL MNOPQLRSDKTULVHWXLYZ DQA2LB2LC2WLD2E2F2G2 C2H2I2J2 K2L2LLM2LN2LO2P2MLHQ 2R2S2LR2LT2QU2V2W2R2 X2G2G2 Y2R2Z2J2A3LB3B3B3OB3 C3D3VE3XLF3LB3LG3R2G H3I3J3LC3B3B3B3B3B3L K3O2 C3L3LB3TLLM3B3N3LD3D B3B3O2O2XO3B3P3Q3G2B 3B3OO3 R3J3 S3LT3T3HLB3B3DB3B3LM 2O2LR2LWB3B3XLB3LDLM 2U3O2DB3B3OLOR2V3| OH come thou power divine | A |
| Thou lovely spirit with the wings of light | B |
| And let thy dewy eyes | C |
| Shed their sweet influences on my soul | D |
| Oh let me hear thy voice | E |
| Whose sound thrills with a keener deeper bliss | F |
| Than the shrill jubilance the bird of joy | G |
| Pours on the air | H |
| Or the child babblings of the gladsome rill | I |
| When issuing first from out its mossy couch | J |
| In venturesome delight it frisks in glee | K |
| Adown the hoary mountain silver fraught | L |
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| Oh come | M |
| Where I do lie drenched in my bitter tears | N |
| And drowning in dejection haunted by | O |
| The pale gaunt fears that spectre like rush forth | P |
| In shadowy swarms from out the brains's black cells | Q |
| Like glaring madmen in confusion 'scaped | L |
| From out their dens whirling with shambling limbs | R |
| In whooping dances through the startled dusk | S |
| And pouncing wildly on my shiv'ring soul | D |
| Where in her hour of weakness prostrate she | K |
| Doth palpitate in terror like a deer | T |
| That hunted by the swift pursuing hounds | U |
| Wounded and bleeding sinks upon the ground | L |
| While with hoarse croaks the ravening birds of prey | V |
| Wheel close and closer darkening all the air | H |
| But thou | W |
| Come breathe upon me with thy balmy breath | X |
| Like a young wind born in the ros d east | L |
| That leapeth boy like from the lap of morn | Y |
| To blow the land all clear from crouching fogs | Z |
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| Thus drive thou hence the phantoms cleanse my soul | D |
| Thou sweet enchantress with the magic spells | Q |
| Wails there a heart lone on the populous earth | A2 |
| Like a weak infant lost within the night | L |
| That crieth piteously in helplessness | B2 |
| And pusheth its blind limbs with gestures scared | L |
| Against the gloom | C2 |
| Then with an airy footfall glidest thou | W |
| Gently anigh as softly as a cloud | L |
| When one alone in crimson glory slides | D2 |
| Along the twilight sky tak'st the bewildered thing | E2 |
| Into thine arms thy fair and downy arms | F2 |
| And rock'st it on thy bosom singing low | G2 |
| An old old song old as the flowers that bloom | C2 |
| And like them ever young till dreams rise up | H2 |
| Like cool white mists from out the heart of hills | I2 |
| And lie dew sweet upon it in its sleep | J2 |
| - | |
| Sits there an orphan girl with sunken cheeks | K2 |
| And red rimmed eyes high up beneath the leads | L2 |
| Stitching with aching fingers all the night | L |
| Beside the meagre flame to earn her bread | L |
| And feed with scanty fuel the low fire | M2 |
| Of life while the shrill blast | L |
| Dashes the rain against the rattling panes | N2 |
| And down the chimney roars with smoke and wet | L |
| Then comest thou with memories all dim | O2 |
| And faint with beauty from the childish years | P2 |
| Transposing them into the time to come | M |
| With a new lustre of the full grown heart | L |
| Where the bare walls stood with a hungry stare | H |
| The golden cornfields weighed down by their wealth | Q2 |
| Sway to and fro purling the brook flows on | R2 |
| And like a bit of sky drawn down by love | S2 |
| Wilds of forget me nots run riot round | L |
| And meadows scent the air and lowing kine | R2 |
| Are driven home and silver geese hiss loud | L |
| Within the pools and childhood's silver laughs | T2 |
| Ring o'er the green like chimes of silver bells | Q |
| In the clear atmosphere and through green boughs | U2 |
| Curls up the smoke from many a thatch d roof | V2 |
| Flushed all the land with roseate floods of eve | W2 |
| While large and full glows low the harvest moon | R2 |
| There as through homely fields she lightly walks | X2 |
| And one is by her side and whispers low | G2 |
| And thine oh hope the future's kindling glow | G2 |
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| Rocks there a sailor on a reeling ship | Y2 |
| That staggers blindly like a brain struck man | R2 |
| Around the staring cliffs | Z2 |
| While the wild blast the fiddler of the deep | J2 |
| Wakes such mad music on his shrieking strings | A3 |
| That the fierce elements in huge delight | L |
| Vault from their torpor rearing giant heights | B3 |
| Ha The maned billows from abysmal deeps | B3 |
| Leap like live Alps and catch the tearing clouds | B3 |
| That dizzy haste along the wilds of sky | O |
| Tossing them round in labyrinthic whirls | B3 |
| To the witch light of lightning and the roar | C3 |
| Of thunder in its crashing clattering fall | D3 |
| Yea while the ocean yawneth for its prey | V |
| Yelling with starv d jaws around the hull | E3 |
| Man's sole frail guardian from the fangs of death | X |
| Thou softly float'st | L |
| Like to the dove that bore the olive branch | F3 |
| Across the waste of waters to his side | L |
| No longer sees he then the wide wild sea | B3 |
| No longer hears he the tempestuous blast | L |
| But where the cottage leans against the cliff | G3 |
| The evening star shedding its peace adown | R2 |
| He lifts the latch and with one bound of joy | G |
| He stands in the low room beside the hearth | H3 |
| Where sits his winsome wife and rocks her babe | I3 |
| With lullabies and heaving one big sob | J3 |
| He strains her to his breast her whom he thought | L |
| On this side of the grave to see no more | C3 |
| Then does she take him by the hand and leads | B3 |
| Him round from cot to cot where with round cheeks | B3 |
| His children lie sleep flushed 'twixt snow white sheets | B3 |
| And snatching up the youngest in his arms | B3 |
| With an untameable emotion weeps | B3 |
| His kisses on him till it opens wide | L |
| Large dream dew'd eyes and lisps with cherry mouth | K3 |
| 'Oh Dada Dada ' That thou dost for him | O2 |
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| Wanders the patriot on a stranger shore | C3 |
| And exile from the land he loved too well | L3 |
| Within his heart | L |
| The festering wound a thankless nation strikes | B3 |
| When cloud capp'd by its ignorance and fear | T |
| And goaded on by spurring king and priest | L |
| Like a mad dog it turns and bites the hand | L |
| Stretched out to heal | M3 |
| He sees his friends fall off like rotten leaves | B3 |
| That scrambling flee the tempest girted oak | N3 |
| He sees the enemies he boldly braved | L |
| Forging the red hot slanders wherewithal | D3 |
| To scorch his writhing soul | D |
| Alone in the wide world alone he stands | B3 |
| Alone save where beyond the roaring seas | B3 |
| His mother weeps and weeps oh God through him | O2 |
| Then blowing from dead deserts the simoom | O2 |
| Of doubt breathes on him with its killing breath | X |
| With'ring the flowers of faith the groves of youth | O3 |
| And buffeting his heart on cruel waves | B3 |
| Of wind e'en like a quiv'ring autumn leaf | P3 |
| Oh is it strange | Q3 |
| That in the midnight on the dark there grow | G2 |
| Pale faces sweating blood and wrapped in shrouds | B3 |
| Turning reproachful eyes upon his eyes | B3 |
| And asking dumbly 'Wherefore did we die | O |
| And spill the wine filled goblets of our youth | O3 |
| On barren soil that will not teem with birth ' | - |
| That brides like broken lilies whirled along | R3 |
| By arrowy streams glide past and sadly sob | J3 |
| 'Thou'st mowed us down and mowed us down in vain ' | - |
| That infants thrill the silence with their wail | S3 |
| 'Why are we fatherless if fatherland | L |
| Is still denied ' And that his heartstrings quake | T3 |
| With sobs of mothers' hearts that hopeless break | T3 |
| Strange that his purpose that did seem so fair | H |
| With a white blaze of light around her head | L |
| Which fell like orient beams on nations' brows | B3 |
| Should wane before his terror stricken eyes | B3 |
| And that in direst agony of soul | D |
| His noble nature tott'ring on her base | B3 |
| Should question if his deeds were rightful deeds | B3 |
| Stirred up by God's own living breath or pushed | L |
| By hot ambition's ravenous desire | M2 |
| And if the aim that drew were but a dream | O2 |
| By which his visionary youth was mocked | L |
| As travellers in the desert by the shine | R2 |
| Of fair false waters At that torturing thought | L |
| Smells of cold graves struck damp upon his brow | W |
| Till his wilds eyes grew void and limp his limbs | B3 |
| And he had dropped resistless in the jaws | B3 |
| Of madness or of death | X |
| Hadst thou not come perennial presence bright | L |
| As Phosphorus in the dim morning skies | B3 |
| And poured thy morning sunbeams on his heart | L |
| And blown thy morning breezes on his soul | D |
| Till freshly born the world and on him smiled | L |
| With eyes as tender as his mother's were | M2 |
| When sowing love upon his cradled self | U3 |
| Then back plucked he his purpose fixed it firm | O2 |
| In iron steadfastness upon his soul | D |
| And called on faith where with upturn d eyes | B3 |
| Above the clouds she treads the mountain peaks | B3 |
| And on that love which boundless as the sky | O |
| Stretches o'er all mankind its azured vault | L |
| Then rose he set his trustful eyes on high | O |
| And set his heart among the lowly born | R2 |
| For in the | V3 |
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