Uriel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBDBDB EFFEEGEGE HIIHHJHJH J AKKAHLALA A MNNMMBMBM J HOPHHMHMH J BAABBBBBB J QNNRQBQBQ N STTSSUSUS N NVVNNNNNN N WXXWWBWBW N MCCMMKMKM N NNNNNNNNN J NXXNNBNBN J NNNNNHNHN J HNNHHSHSH J NHHNNYNYN J NZZNNHNHNIn memory of William Vaughn Moody | A |
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I | - |
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Uriel you that in the ageless sun | B |
Sit in the awful silences of light | C |
Singing of vision hid from human sight | C |
Prometheus beautiful rebellious one | B |
And you Deucalion | B |
For whose blind seed was brought the illuming spark | D |
Are you not gathered now his day is done | B |
Beside the brink of that relentless dark | D |
The dark where your dear singer's ghost is gone | B |
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II | - |
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Imagined beings who majestic blend | E |
Your forms with beauty questing unconfined | F |
The mind conceived you though the quench egrave d mind | F |
Goes down in dark where you in dawn ascend | E |
Our songs can but suspend | E |
The ultimate silence yet could song aspire | G |
The realms of mortal music to extend | E |
And wake a Sibyl's voice or Seraph's lyre | G |
How should it tell the dearness of a friend | E |
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III | - |
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The simplest is the inexpressible | H |
The heart of music still evades the Muse | I |
And arts of men the heart of man suffuse | I |
And saddest things are made of silence still | H |
In vain the senses thrill | H |
To give our sorrows glorious relief | J |
In pyre of verse and pageants volatile | H |
And I in vain to speak for him my grief | J |
Whose spirit of fire invokes my waiting will | H |
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IV | J |
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To him the best of friendship needs must be | A |
Uttered no more yet was he so endowed | K |
That Poetry because of him is proud | K |
And he more noble for his poetry | A |
Wherefore infallibly | H |
I obey the strong compulsion which this verse | L |
Lays on my lips with strange austerity | A |
Now that his voice is silent to rehearse | L |
For my own heart how he was dear to me | A |
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V | A |
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Not by your gradual sands elusive Time | M |
We measure your gray sea that never rests | N |
The bleeding hour glasses in our breasts | N |
Mete with quick pangs the ebbing of our prime | M |
And drip like sudden rime | M |
In March that melts to runnels from a pane | B |
The south breathes on oblivion of sublime | M |
Crystallizations and the ruthless wane | B |
Of glittering stars that scarce had range to climb | M |
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VI | J |
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Darkling those constellations of his soul | H |
Glimmered while racks of stellar lightning shot | O |
The white creative meteors of thought | P |
Through that last night where clad in cloudy stole | H |
Beside his ebbing shoal | H |
Of life blood stood Saint Paul blazing a theme | M |
Of living drama from a fiery scroll | H |
Across his stretch egrave d vision as in dream | M |
When Death with blind dark blotted out the whole | H |
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VII | J |
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And yet not all though darkly alien | B |
Those uncompleted worlds of work to be | A |
Are waned still touched by them the memory | A |
Gives afterglow and now that comes again | B |
The mellow season when | B |
Our eyes last met his kindling currents run | B |
Quickening within me gladness and new ken | B |
Of life that I have shared his prime with one | B |
Who wrought large minded for the love of men | B |
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VIII | J |
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But not alone to share that large estate | Q |
Of work and interchange of communings | N |
The little human paths to heavenly things | N |
Were also ours the casual intimate | R |
Vistas which consecrate | Q |
With laughter and quick tears the dusty noon | B |
Of days and by moist beams irradiate | Q |
Our plodding minds with courage and attune | B |
The fellowship that bites its thumb at fate | Q |
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IX | N |
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Where art thou now mine host Guffanti where | S |
The iridescence of thy motley troop | T |
Ah where the merry animated group | T |
That snuggled elbows for an extra chair | S |
When space was none to spare | S |
To pour the votive Chianti for a toast | U |
To dramas dark and lyrics debonair | S |
The while to 'Bella Napoli' mine host | U |
Exhaled his Parmazan Parnassan air | S |
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X | N |
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Thy Parmazan immortal laird of ease | N |
Can never mold thy caviare is blest | V |
While still our glowing Uriel greets the rest | V |
Around thy royal board of memories | N |
Where sit the salt of these | N |
He of the laughter of a Hundred Lights | N |
Blithe Eldorado of high poesies | N |
And he of enigmatic gentle knights | N |
The kindly keen who sings of 'Calverly's' | N |
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XI | N |
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Because he never wore his sentient heart | W |
For crows and jays to peck ofttimes to such | X |
He seemed a silent fellow who o'ermuch | X |
Held from the general gossip ground apart | W |
Or tersely spoke and tart | W |
How should they guess what eagle tore within | B |
His quick of sympathy for humblest smart | W |
Of human wretchedness or probed his spleen | B |
Of scorn against the hypocritic mart | W |
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XII | N |
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Sometimes insufferable seemed to come | M |
That wrath of sympathy One windy night | C |
We watched through squalid panes forlornly white | C |
Amid immense machines' incessant hum | M |
Frail figures gaunt and dumb | M |
Of overlabored girls and children bowed | K |
Above their slavish toil O God A bomb | M |
A bomb he cried and with one fiery cloud | K |
Expunge the horrible C sars of this slum | M |
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XIII | N |
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Another night dreams on the Cornish hills | N |
Trembling within the low moon's pallid fires | N |
The tall corn tassels lift their fragrant spires | N |
From filmy spheres a liquid starlight fills | N |
Like dew of daffodils | N |
The fragile dark where multitudinous | N |
The rhythmic intermittent silence thrills | N |
Like song the valleys Hark he murmurs Thus | N |
May bards from crickets learn their canticles | N |
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XIV | J |
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Now Morning not less lavish of her sweets | N |
Leads us along the woodpaths in whose hush | X |
The quivering alchemy of the pure thrush | X |
Cools from above the balsam dripping heats | N |
To find in green retreats | N |
'Mid men of clay the great quick hearted man | B |
Whose subtle art our human age secretes | N |
Or him whose brush tinct with cerulean | B |
Blooms with soft castle towers and cloud capped fleets | N |
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XV | J |
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Still to the sorcery of August skies | N |
In frill egrave d crimson flaunt the hollyhocks | N |
Where lithely poised along the garden walks | N |
His little maid enamoured blithe outvies | N |
The dipping butterflies | N |
In motion ah in grace how grown the while | H |
Since he was wont to render to her eyes | N |
His knightly court or touch with flitting smile | H |
Her father's heart by his true flatteries | N |
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XVI | J |
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But summer's golden pastures boast no trail | H |
So splendid as our fretted snowshoes blaze | N |
Where sharp across the amethystine ways | N |
Iron Ascutney looms in azure mail | H |
And like a frozen grail | H |
The frore sun sets intolerably fair | S |
Mute in our homebound snow tracks we exhale | H |
The silvery cold and soon where bright logs flare | S |
Talk the long indoor hours till embers fail | H |
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XVII | J |
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Ah with the smoke what smouldering desires | N |
Waft to the starlight up the swirling flue | H |
Thoughts that may never as the swallows do | H |
Nest circling homeward to their native fires | N |
Ardors the soul suspires | N |
The extinct stars drink with the dreamer's breath | Y |
The morning song of Eden's early choirs | N |
Grows dim with Adam close at the ear of death | Y |
Relentless angels tune our earthly lyres | N |
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XVIII | J |
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Let it be so More sweet it is to be | N |
A listener of love's ephemeral song | Z |
And live with beauty though it be not long | Z |
And die enamoured of eternity | N |
Though in the apogee | N |
Of time there sit no individual | H |
Godhead of life than to reject the plea | N |
Of passionate beauty loveliness is all | H |
And love is more divine than memory | N |
Percy Mackaye
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