Fragments On The Poet And The Poetic Gift Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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There are beggars in Iran and Araby | B |
SAID was hungrier than all | C |
Hafiz said he was a fly | A |
That came to every festival | D |
He came a pilgrim to the Mosque | E |
On trail of camel and caravan | F |
Knew every temple and kiosk | G |
Out from Mecca to Ispahan | F |
Northward he went to the snowy hills | H |
At court he sat in the grave Divan | F |
His music was the south wind's sigh | A |
His lamp the maiden's downcast eye | A |
And ever the spell of beauty came | I |
And turned the drowsy world to flame | I |
By lake and stream and gleaming hall | C |
And modest copse and the forest tall | C |
Where'er he went the magic guide | J |
Kept its place by the poet's side | J |
Said melted the days like cups of pearl | K |
Served high and low the lord and the churl | K |
Loved harebells nodding on a rock | L |
A cabin hung with curling smoke | M |
Ring of axe or hum of wheel | K |
Or gleam which use can paint on steel | K |
And huts and tents nor loved he less | N |
Stately lords in palaces | O |
Princely women hard to please | P |
Fenced by form and ceremony | F |
Decked by courtly rites and dress | N |
And etiquette of gentilesse | N |
But when the mate of the snow and wind | Q |
He left each civil scale behind | Q |
Him wood gods fed with honey wild | R |
And of his memory beguiled | R |
He loved to watch and wake | S |
When the wing of the south wind whipt the lake | S |
And the glassy surface in ripples brake | S |
And fled in pretty frowns away | T |
Like the flitting boreal lights | N |
Rippling roses in northern nights | N |
Or like the thrill of Aeolian strings | N |
In which the sudden wind god rings | N |
In caves and hollow trees he crept | U |
And near the wolf and panther slept | U |
He came to the green ocean's brim | V |
And saw the wheeling sea birds skim | V |
Summer and winter o'er the wave | W |
Like creatures of a skiey mould | X |
Impassible to heat or cold | X |
He stood before the tumbling main | F |
With joy too tense for sober brain | F |
He shared the life of the element | Y |
The tie of blood and home was rent | Z |
As if in him the welkin walked | A2 |
The winds took flesh the mountains talked | A2 |
And he the bard a crystal soul | K |
Sphered and concentric with the whole | K |
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II | A |
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The Dervish whined to Said | B2 |
Thou didst not tarry while I prayed | C2 |
Beware the fire that Eblis burned | D2 |
But Saadi coldly thus returned | D2 |
Once with manlike love and fear | E2 |
I gave thee for an hour my ear | F2 |
I kept the sun and stars at bay | T |
And love for words thy tongue could say | T |
I cannot sell my heaven again | F |
For all that rattles in thy brain | F |
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III | A |
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Said Saadi When I stood before | G2 |
Hassan the camel driver's door | G2 |
I scorned the fame of Timour brave | W |
Timour to Hassan was a slave | W |
In every glance of Hassan's eye | A |
I read great years of victory | F |
And I who cower mean and small | K |
In the frequent interval | K |
When wisdom not with me resides | N |
Worship Toil's wisdom that abides | N |
I shunned his eyes that faithful man's | N |
I shunned the toiling Hassan's glance | N |
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IV | W |
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The civil world will much forgive | W |
To bards who from its maxims live | W |
But if grown bold the poet dare | H2 |
Bend his practice to his prayer | H2 |
And following his mighty heart | I2 |
Shame the times and live apart | I2 |
Vae solis I found this | N |
That of goods I could not miss | N |
If I fell within the line | F |
Once a member all was mine | F |
Houses banquets gardens fountains | N |
Fortune's delectable mountains | N |
But if I would walk alone | F |
Was neither cloak nor crumb my own | F |
And thus the high Muse treated me | F |
Directly never greeted me | F |
But when she spread her dearest spells | N |
Feigned to speak to some one else | N |
I was free to overhear | F2 |
Or I might at will forbear | F2 |
Yet mark me well that idle word | J2 |
Thus at random overheard | J2 |
Was the symphony of spheres | N |
And proverb of a thousand years | N |
The light wherewith all planets shone | F |
The livery all events put on | F |
It fell in rain it grew in grain | F |
It put on flesh in friendly form | K2 |
Frowned in my foe and growled in storm | K2 |
It spoke in Tullius Cicero | F2 |
In Milton and in Angelo | F2 |
I travelled and found it at Rome | L2 |
Eastward it filled all Heathendom | L2 |
And it lay on my hearth when I came home | L2 |
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V | F |
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Mask thy wisdom with delight | M2 |
Toy with the bow yet hit the white | M2 |
As Jelaleddin old and gray | F2 |
He seemed to bask to dream and play | F2 |
Without remoter hope or fear | F2 |
Than still to entertain his ear | F2 |
And pass the burning summer time | L2 |
In the palm grove with a rhyme | L2 |
Heedless that each cunning word | J2 |
Tribes and ages overheard | J2 |
Those idle catches told the laws | N |
Holding Nature to her cause | N |
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God only knew how Saadi dined | Q |
Roses he ate and drank the wind | Q |
He freelier breathed beside the pine | F |
In cities he was low and mean | F |
The mountain waters washed him clean | F |
And by the sea waves he was strong | N2 |
He heard their medicinal song | N2 |
Asked no physician but the wave | W |
No palace but his sea beat cave | W |
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Saadi held the Muse in awe | O2 |
She was his mistress and his law | K |
A twelvemonth he could silence hold | X |
Nor ran to speak till she him told | X |
He felt the flame the fanning wings | N |
Nor offered words till they were things | N |
Glad when the solid mountain swims | N |
In music and uplifting hymns | N |
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Charmed from fagot and from steel | K |
Harvests grew upon his tongue | P2 |
Past and future must reveal | K |
All their heart when Saadi sung | P2 |
Sun and moon must fall amain | F |
Like sower's seeds into his brain | F |
There quickened to be born again | F |
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The free winds told him what they knew | F |
Discoursed of fortune as they blew | F |
Omens and signs that filled the air | F2 |
To him authentic witness bare | F2 |
The birds brought auguries on their wings | N |
And carolled undeceiving things | N |
Him to beckon him to warn | F |
Well might then the poet scorn | F |
To learn of scribe or courier | F2 |
Things writ in vaster character | F2 |
And on his mind at dawn of day | F2 |
Soft shadows of the evening lay | F2 |
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Pale genius roves alone | F |
No scout can track his way | F2 |
None credits him till he have shown | F |
His diamonds to the day | F2 |
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Not his the feaster's wine | F |
Nor land nor gold nor power | F2 |
By want and pain God screeneth him | L2 |
Till his elected hour | F2 |
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Go speed the stars of Thought | Q2 |
On to their shining goals | N |
The sower scatters broad his seed | R2 |
The wheat thou strew'st be souls | N |
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I grieve that better souls than mine | F |
Docile read my measured line | F |
High destined youths and holy maids | N |
Hallow these my orchard shades | N |
Environ me and me baptize | N |
With light that streams from gracious eyes | N |
I dare not be beloved and known | F |
I ungrateful I alone | F |
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Ever find me dim regards | N |
Love of ladies love of bards | N |
Marked forbearance compliments | N |
Tokens of benevolence | N |
What then can I love myself | W |
Fame is profitless as pelf | W |
A good in Nature not allowed | S2 |
They love me as I love a cloud | S2 |
Sailing falsely in the sphere | F2 |
Hated mist if it come near | F2 |
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For thought and not praise | N |
Thought is the wages | N |
For which I sell days | N |
Will gladly sell ages | N |
And willing grow old | X |
Deaf and dumb and blind and cold | X |
Melting matter into dreams | N |
Panoramas which I saw | N |
And whatever glows or seems | N |
Into substance into Law | N |
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For Fancy's gift | T2 |
Can mountains lift | T2 |
The Muse can knit | U2 |
What is past what is done | F |
With the web that's just begun | F |
Making free with time and size | N |
Dwindles here there magnifies | N |
Swells a rain drop to a tun | F |
So to repeat | V2 |
No word or feat | V2 |
Crowds in a day the sum of ages | N |
And blushing Love outwits the sages | N |
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Try the might the Muse affords | N |
And the balm of thoughtful words | N |
Bring music to the desolate | W2 |
Hang roses on the stony fate | X2 |
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But over all his crowning grace | N |
Wherefor thanks God his daily praise | N |
Is the purging of his eye | A |
To see the people of the sky | A |
From blue mount and headland dim | L2 |
Friendly hands stretch forth to him | L2 |
Him they beckon him advise | N |
Of heavenlier prosperities | N |
And a more excelling grace | N |
And a truer bosom glow | F2 |
Than the wine fed feasters know | F2 |
They turn his heart from lovely maids | N |
And make the darlings of the earth | Y2 |
Swainish coarse and nothing worth | Y2 |
Teach him gladly to postpone | F |
Pleasures to another stage | Z2 |
Beyond the scope of human age | Z2 |
Freely as task at eve undone | F |
Waits unblamed to morrow's sun | F |
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By thoughts I lead | B2 |
Bards to say what nations need | R2 |
What imports what irks and what behooves | N |
Framed afar as Fates and Loves | N |
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And as the light divides the dark | A3 |
Through with living swords | N |
So shall thou pierce the distant age | Z2 |
With adamantine words | N |
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I framed his tongue to music | B3 |
I armed his hand with skill | K |
I moulded his face to beauty | F |
And his heart the throne of Will | K |
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For every God | C3 |
Obeys the hymn obeys the ode | D3 |
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For art for music over thrilled | E3 |
The wine cup shakes the wine is spilled | E3 |
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Hold of the Maker not the Made | C2 |
Sit with the Cause or grim or glad | F3 |
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That book is good | G3 |
Which puts me in a working mood | H3 |
Unless to Thought is added Will | K |
Apollo is an imbecile | K |
What parts what gems what colors shine | F |
Ah but I miss the grand design | F |
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Like vaulters in a circus round | I3 |
Who leap from horse to horse but never touch the ground | I3 |
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For Genius made his cabin wide | J |
And Love led Gods therein to bide | J |
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The atom displaces all atoms beside | J |
And Genius unspheres all souls that abide | J |
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To transmute crime to wisdom so to stem | L2 |
The vice of Japhet by the thought of Shem | L2 |
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He could condense cerulean ether | F2 |
Into the very best sole leather | F2 |
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Forbore the ant hill shunned to tread | B2 |
In mercy on one little head | B2 |
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I have no brothers and no peers | N |
And the dearest interferes | N |
When I would spend a lonely day | F2 |
Sun and moon are in my way | F2 |
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The brook sings on but sings in vain | F |
Wanting the echo in my brain | F |
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He planted where the deluge ploughed | S2 |
His hired hands were wind and cloud | S2 |
His eyes detect the Gods concealed | J3 |
In the hummock of the field | J3 |
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For what need I of book or priest | K3 |
Or sibyl from the mummied East | K3 |
When every star is Bethlehem star | F2 |
I count as many as there are | F2 |
Cinquefoils or violets in the grass | N |
So many saints and saviors | N |
So many high behaviors | N |
Salute the bard who is alive | W |
And only sees what he doth give | W |
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Coin the day dawn into lines | N |
In which its proper splendor shines | N |
Coin the moonlight into verse | N |
Which all its marvel shall rehearse | N |
Chasing with words fast flowing things nor try | A |
To plant thy shrivelled pedantry | F |
On the shoulders of the sky | A |
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Ah not to me those dreams belong | N2 |
A better voice peals through my song | N2 |
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The Muse's hill by Fear is guarded | L3 |
A bolder foot is still rewarded | M3 |
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His instant thought a poet spoke | M |
And filled the age his fame | L2 |
An inch of ground the lightning strook | M |
But lit the sky with flame | L2 |
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If bright the sun he tarries | N |
All day his song is heard | J2 |
And when he goes he carries | N |
No more baggage than a bird | J2 |
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The Asmodean feat is mine | F |
To spin my sand heap into twine | F |
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Slighted Minerva's learn d tongue | M |
But leaped with joy when on the wind | Q |
The shell of Clio rung | M |
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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