Obermann Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In front the awful Alpine trackA
Crawls up its rocky stairB
The autumn storm winds drive the rackA
Close o'er it in the airB
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Behind are the abandon'd bathsC
Mute in their meadows loneD
The leaves are on the valley pathsE
The mists are on the RhoneD
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The white mists rolling like a seaF
I hear the torrents roarG
Yes Obermann all speaks of theeF
I feel thee near once moreG
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I turn thy leaves I feel their breathH
Once more upon me rollI
That air of languor cold and deathH
Which brooded o'er thy soulI
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Fly hence poor Wretch whoe'er thou artJ
Condemn'd to cast aboutK
All shipwreck in thy own weak heartJ
For comfort from withoutK
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A fever in these pages burnsL
Beneath the calm they feignM
A wounded human spirit turnsL
Here on its bed of painM
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Yes though the virgin mountain airB
Fresh through these pages blowsN
Though to these leaves the glaciers spareB
The soul of their white snowsN
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Though here a mountain murmur swellsO
Of many a dark bough'd pineP
Though as you read you hear the bellsO
Of the high pasturing kineP
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Yet through the hum of torrent loneP
And brooding mountain beeF
There sobs I know not what ground toneP
Of human agonyF
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Is it for this because the soundQ
Is fraught too deep with painP
That Obermann the world aroundQ
So little loves thy strainP
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Some secrets may the poet tellR
For the world loves new waysS
To tell too deep ones is not wellR
It knows not what he saysT
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Yet of the spirits who have reign'dU
In this our troubled dayV
I know but two who have attain'dU
Save thee to see their wayV
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By England's lakes in grey old ageW
His quiet home one keepsX
And one the strong much toiling SageW
In German Weimar sleepsX
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But Wordsworth's eyes avert their kenP
From half of human fateY
And Goethe's course few sons of menP
May think to emulateY
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For he pursued a lonely roadZ
His eyes on Nature's planP
Neither made man too much a GodA2
Nor God too much a manP
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Strong was he with a spirit freeF
From mists and sane and clearB2
Clearer how much than ours yet weF
Have a worse course to steerB2
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For though his manhood bore the blastC2
Of Europe's stormiest timeD2
Yet in a tranquil world was pass'dC2
His tenderer youthful primeD2
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But we brought forth and rear'd in hoursE2
Of change alarm surpriseF2
What shelter to grow ripe is oursE2
What leisure to grow wise'E2
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Like children bathing on the shoreG
Buried a wave beneathG2
The second wave succeeds beforeG
We have had time to breatheH2
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Too fast we live too much are triedI2
Too harass'd to attainP
Wordsworth's sweet calm or Goethe's wideI2
And luminous view to gainP
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And then we turn thou sadder SageW
To thee we feel thy spellR
The hopeless tangle of our ageW
Thou too hast scann'd it wellR
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Immovable thou sittest stillJ2
As death compos'd to bearB
Thy head is clear thy feeling chillJ2
And icy thy despairB
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Yes as the Son of Thetis saidK2
One hears thee saying nowP
Greater by far than thou are deadK2
Strive not die also thouP
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Ah Two desires toss aboutK
The poet's feverish bloodL2
One drives him to the world withoutK
And one to solitudeM2
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The glow he cries the thrill of lifeN2
Where where do these aboundQ
Not in the world not in the strifeN2
Of men shall they be foundQ
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He who hath watch'd not shar'd the strifeN2
Knows how the day hath goneP
He only lives with the world's lifeN2
Who hath renounc'd his ownP
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To thee we come then Clouds are roll'dO2
Where thou O Seer art setP2
Thy realm of thought is drear and coldO2
The world is colder yetP2
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And thou hast pleasures too to shareB
With those who come to theeF
Balms floating on thy mountain airB
And healing sights to seeF
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How often where the slopes are greenP
On Jaman hast thou sateY
By some high chalet door and seenP
The summer day grow lateY
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And darkness steal o'er the wet grassE2
With the pale crocus starr'dQ2
And reach that glimmering sheet of glassE2
Beneath the piny swardR2
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Lake Leman's waters far belowS2
And watch'd the rosy lightT2
Fade from the distant peaks of snowS2
And on the air of nightT2
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Heard accents of the eternal tongueU2
Through the pine branches playV
Listen'd and felt thyself grow youngU2
Listen'd and wept AwayV
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Away the dreams that but deceiveV2
And thou sad Guide adieuW2
I go Fate drives me but I leaveV2
Half of my life with youW2
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We in some unknown Power's employX2
Move on a rigorous lineP
Can neither when we will enjoyX2
Nor when we will resignP
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I in the world must live but thouP
Thou melancholy ShadeY2
Wilt not if thou canst see me nowP
Condemn me nor upbraidY2
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For thou art gone away from earthZ2
And place with those dost claimA3
The Children of the Second BirthZ2
Whom the world could not tameA3
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And with that small transfigur'd BandB3
Whom many a different wayV
Conducted to their common landB3
Thou learn'st to think as theyV
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Christian and pagan king and slaveC3
Soldier and anchoriteB3
Distinctions we esteem so graveC3
Are nothing in their sightB3
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They do not ask who pin'd unseenP
Who was on action hurl'dB3
Whose one bond is that all have beenP
Unspotted by the worldB3
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There without anger thou wilt seeF
Him who obeys thy spellR
No more so he but rest like theeF
Unsoil'd and so FarewellR
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Farewell Whether thou now liest nearB2
That much lov'd inland seaF
The ripples of whose blue waves cheerB2
Vevey and MeillerieB2
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And in that gracious region blandB3
Where with clear rustling waveC3
The scented pines of SwitzerlandB3
Stand dark round thy green graveC3
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Between the dusty vineyard wallsE2
Issuing on that green placeE2
The early peasant still recallsE2
The pensive stranger's faceE2
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And stoops to clear thy moss grown dateB3
Ere he plods on againP
Or whether by maligner FateB3
Among the swarms of menP
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Where between granite terracesE2
The blue Seine rolls her waveC3
The Capital of Pleasure seesE2
Thy hardly heard of graveC3
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Farewell Under the sky we partB3
In this stern Alpine dellR
O unstrung will O broken heartB3
A last a last farewellR

Matthew Arnold



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