Wind-clouds And Star-drifts Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEFGBHIJKL MNOP QRSTUVW XEGYZA2B2C2LD2VLQPE2 F2G2H2I2 J2K2L2M2BN2A2O2K2TO2 P2IQ2I2R2H2S2T2L2U2B V2KW2GI2T2IFX2Y2K2Z2 A3 QB3GC3C2D3J2 E3S2V2F3G3H3 JI3J3Y2H2 K3L3M3N3P2F3I3J2O3P2 P3 P2P2Q3 H3 R3P2Y2C2L2O2PHP2 I3S3XP2A2T3U3F2 A2V3M3P2K3J3BI2M2PP2 W3X3LY3UZ3E2P2OH3P2A 4A2J2 B4 Z2U3ET3I2B4HI2K2T3A2 T3 C4D4E4HF4G4| FROM THE YOUNG ASTRONOMER'S POEM | A |
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| I | - |
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| AMBITION | B |
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| ANOTHER clouded night the stars are hid | C |
| The orb that waits my search is hid with them | D |
| Patience Why grudge an hour a month a year | E |
| To plant my ladder and to gain the round | F |
| That leads my footsteps to the heaven of fame | G |
| Where waits the wreath my sleepless midnights won | B |
| Not the stained laurel such as heroes wear | H |
| That withers when some stronger conqueror's heel | I |
| Treads down their shrivelling trophies in the dust | J |
| But the fair garland whose undying green | K |
| Not time can change nor wrath of gods or men | L |
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| With quickened heart beats I shall hear tongues | M |
| That speak my praise but better far the sense | N |
| That in the unshaped ages buried deep | O |
| In the dark mines of unaccomplished time | P |
| Yet to be stamped with morning's royal die | - |
| And coined in golden days in those dim years | Q |
| I shall be reckoned with the undying dead | R |
| My name emblazoned on the fiery arch | S |
| Unfading till the stars themselves shall fade | T |
| Then as they call the roll of shining worlds | U |
| Sages of race unborn in accents new | V |
| Shall count me with the Olympian ones of old | W |
| Whose glories kindle through the midnight sky | - |
| Here glows the God of Battles this recalls | X |
| The Lord of Ocean and yon far off sphere | E |
| The Sire of Him who gave his ancient name | G |
| To the dim planet with the wondrous rings | Y |
| Here flames the Queen of Beauty's silver lamp | Z |
| And there the moon girt orb of mighty Jove | A2 |
| But this unseen through all earth's ions past | B2 |
| A youth who watched beneath the western star | C2 |
| Sought in the darkness found and shewed to men | L |
| Linked with his name thenceforth and evermore | D2 |
| So shall that name be syllabled anew | V |
| In all the tongues of all the tribes of men | L |
| I that have been through immemorial years | Q |
| Dust in the dust of my forgotten time | P |
| Shall live in accents shaped of blood warm breath | E2 |
| Yea rise in mortal semblance newly born | F2 |
| In shining stone in undecaying bronze | G2 |
| And stand on high and look serenely down | H2 |
| On the new race that calls the earth its own | I2 |
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| Is this a cloud that blown athwart my soul | J2 |
| Wears a false seeming of the pearly stain | K2 |
| Where worlds beyond the world their mingling rays | L2 |
| Blend in soft white a cloud that born of earth | M2 |
| Would cheat the soul that looks for light from heaven | B |
| Must every coral insect leave his sign | N2 |
| On each poor grain he lent to build the reef | A2 |
| As Babel's builders stamped their sunburnt clay | O2 |
| Or deem his patient service all in vain | K2 |
| What if another sit beneath the shade | T |
| Of the broad elm I planted by the way | O2 |
| What if another heed the beacon light | P2 |
| I set upon the rock that wrecked my keel | I |
| Have I not done my task and served my kind | Q2 |
| Nay rather act thy part unnamed unknown | I2 |
| And let Fame blow her trumpet through the world | R2 |
| With noisy wind to swell a fool's renown | H2 |
| Joined with some truth he stumbled blindly o'er | S2 |
| Or coupled with some single shining deed | T2 |
| That in the great account of all his days | L2 |
| Will stand alone upon the bankrupt sheet | U2 |
| His pitying angel shows the clerk of Heaven | B |
| The noblest service comes from nameless hands | V2 |
| And the best servant does his work unseen | K |
| Who found the seeds of fire and made them shoot | W2 |
| Fed by his breath in buds and flowers of flame | G |
| Who forged in roaring flames the ponderous stone | I2 |
| And shaped the moulded metal to his need | T2 |
| Who gave the dragging car its rolling wheel | I |
| And tamed the steed that whirls its circling round | F |
| All these have left their work and not their names | X2 |
| Why should I murmur at a fate like theirs | Y2 |
| This is the heavenly light the pearly stain | K2 |
| Was but a wind cloud drifting o'er the stars | Z2 |
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| II | - |
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| REGRETS | A3 |
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| BRIEF glimpses of the bright celestial spheres | Q |
| False lights false shadows vague uncertain gleams | B3 |
| Pale vaporous mists wan streaks of lurid flame | G |
| The climbing of the upward sailing cloud | C3 |
| The sinking of the downward falling star | C2 |
| All these are pictures of the changing moods | D3 |
| Borne through the midnight stillness of my soul | J2 |
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| Here am I bound upon this pillared rock | E3 |
| Prey to the vulture of a vast desire | S2 |
| That feeds upon my life I burst my bands | V2 |
| And steal a moment's freedom from the beak | F3 |
| The clinging talons and the shadowing plumes | G3 |
| Then comes the false enchantress with her song | H3 |
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| 'Thou wouldst not lay thy forehead in the dust | J |
| Like the base herd that feeds and breeds and dies | I3 |
| Lo the fair garlands that I weave for thee | J3 |
| Unchanging as the belt Orion wears | Y2 |
| Bright as the jewels of the seven starred Crown | H2 |
| The spangled stream of Berenice's hair ' | - |
| And so she twines the fetters with the flowers | K3 |
| Around my yielding limbs and the fierce bird | L3 |
| Stoops to his quarry then to feed his rage | M3 |
| Of ravening hunger I must drain my blood | N3 |
| And let the dew drenched poison breeding night | P2 |
| Steal all the freshness from my fading cheek | F3 |
| And leave its shadows round my caverned eyes | I3 |
| All for a line in some unheeded scroll | J2 |
| All for a stone that tells to gaping clowns | O3 |
| 'Here lies a restless wretch beneath a clod | P2 |
| Where squats the jealous nightmare men call | P3 |
| Fame ' | - |
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| I marvel not at him who scorns his kind | P2 |
| And thinks not sadly of the time foretold | P2 |
| When the old hulk we tread shall be a wreck | Q3 |
| A slag a cinder drifting through the sky | - |
| Without its crew of fools We live too long | H3 |
| And even so are not content to die | - |
| But load the mould that covers up our bones | R3 |
| With stones that stand like beggars by the road | P2 |
| And show death's grievous wound and ask for tears | Y2 |
| Write our great books to teach men who we are | C2 |
| Sing our fine songs that tell in artful phrase | L2 |
| The secrets of our lives and plead and pray | O2 |
| For alms of memory with the after time | P |
| Those few swift seasons while the earth shall wear | H |
| Its leafy summers ere its core grows cold | P2 |
| And the moist life of all that breathes shall die | - |
| Or as the new born seer perchance more wise | I3 |
| Would have us deem before its growing mass | S3 |
| Pelted with star dust stoned with meteor balls | X |
| Heats like a hammered anvil till at last | P2 |
| Man and his works and all that stirred itself | A2 |
| Of its own motion in the fiery glow | T3 |
| Turns to a flaming vapor and our orb | U3 |
| Shines a new sun for earths that shall be born | F2 |
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| I am as old as Egypt to myself | A2 |
| Brother to them that squared the pyramids | V3 |
| By the same stars I watch I read the page | M3 |
| Where every letter is a glittering world | P2 |
| With them who looked from Shinar's clay built towers | K3 |
| Ere yet the wanderer of the Midland sea | J3 |
| Had missed the fallen sister of the seven | B |
| I dwell in spaces vague remote unknown | I2 |
| Save to the silent few who leaving earth | M2 |
| Quit all communion with their living time | P |
| I lose myself in that ethereal void | P2 |
| Till I have tired my wings and long to fill | W3 |
| My breast with denser air to stand to walk | X3 |
| With eyes not raised above my fellow men | L |
| Sick of my unwalled solitary realm | Y3 |
| I ask to change the myriad lifeless worlds | U |
| I visit as mine own for one poor patch | Z3 |
| Of this dull spheroid and a little breath | E2 |
| To shape in word or deed to serve my kind | P2 |
| Was ever giant's dungeon dug so deep | O |
| Was ever tyrant's fetter forged so strong | H3 |
| Was e'er such deadly poison in the draught | P2 |
| The false wife mingles for the trusting fool | A4 |
| As he whose willing victim is himself | A2 |
| Digs forges mingles for his captive soul | J2 |
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| III | - |
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| SYMPATHIES | B4 |
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| THE snows that glittered on the disk of Mars | Z2 |
| Have melted and the planet's fiery orb | U3 |
| Rolls in the crimson summer of its year | E |
| But what to me the summer or the snow | T3 |
| Of worlds that throb with life in forms unknown | I2 |
| If life indeed be theirs I heed not these | B4 |
| My heart is simply human all my care | H |
| For them whose dust is fashioned like mine own | I2 |
| These ache with cold and hunger live in pain | K2 |
| And shake with fear of worlds more full of woe | T3 |
| There may be others worthier of my love | A2 |
| But such I know not save through these I know | T3 |
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| There are two veils of language hid beneath | C4 |
| Whose sheltering folds we dare to be ourselves | D4 |
| And not that other self which nods and smiles | E4 |
| And babbles in our name the one is Prayer | H |
| Lending its licensed freedom to the tongue | F4 |
| That tells our sorrows and our sin | G4 |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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