Fragments On The Poet And The Poetic Gift Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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There are beggars in Iran and ArabyB
SAID was hungrier than allC
Hafiz said he was a flyA
That came to every festivalD
He came a pilgrim to the MosqueE
On trail of camel and caravanF
Knew every temple and kioskG
Out from Mecca to IspahanF
Northward he went to the snowy hillsH
At court he sat in the grave DivanF
His music was the south wind's sighA
His lamp the maiden's downcast eyeA
And ever the spell of beauty cameI
And turned the drowsy world to flameI
By lake and stream and gleaming hallC
And modest copse and the forest tallC
Where'er he went the magic guideJ
Kept its place by the poet's sideJ
Said melted the days like cups of pearlK
Served high and low the lord and the churlK
Loved harebells nodding on a rockL
A cabin hung with curling smokeM
Ring of axe or hum of wheelK
Or gleam which use can paint on steelK
And huts and tents nor loved he lessN
Stately lords in palacesO
Princely women hard to pleaseP
Fenced by form and ceremonyF
Decked by courtly rites and dressN
And etiquette of gentilesseN
But when the mate of the snow and windQ
He left each civil scale behindQ
Him wood gods fed with honey wildR
And of his memory beguiledR
He loved to watch and wakeS
When the wing of the south wind whipt the lakeS
And the glassy surface in ripples brakeS
And fled in pretty frowns awayT
Like the flitting boreal lightsN
Rippling roses in northern nightsN
Or like the thrill of Aeolian stringsN
In which the sudden wind god ringsN
In caves and hollow trees he creptU
And near the wolf and panther sleptU
He came to the green ocean's brimV
And saw the wheeling sea birds skimV
Summer and winter o'er the waveW
Like creatures of a skiey mouldX
Impassible to heat or coldX
He stood before the tumbling mainF
With joy too tense for sober brainF
He shared the life of the elementY
The tie of blood and home was rentZ
As if in him the welkin walkedA2
The winds took flesh the mountains talkedA2
And he the bard a crystal soulK
Sphered and concentric with the wholeK
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The Dervish whined to SaidB2
Thou didst not tarry while I prayedC2
Beware the fire that Eblis burnedD2
But Saadi coldly thus returnedD2
Once with manlike love and fearE2
I gave thee for an hour my earF2
I kept the sun and stars at bayT
And love for words thy tongue could sayT
I cannot sell my heaven againF
For all that rattles in thy brainF
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Said Saadi When I stood beforeG2
Hassan the camel driver's doorG2
I scorned the fame of Timour braveW
Timour to Hassan was a slaveW
In every glance of Hassan's eyeA
I read great years of victoryF
And I who cower mean and smallK
In the frequent intervalK
When wisdom not with me residesN
Worship Toil's wisdom that abidesN
I shunned his eyes that faithful man'sN
I shunned the toiling Hassan's glanceN
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The civil world will much forgiveW
To bards who from its maxims liveW
But if grown bold the poet dareH2
Bend his practice to his prayerH2
And following his mighty heartI2
Shame the times and live apartI2
Vae solis I found thisN
That of goods I could not missN
If I fell within the lineF
Once a member all was mineF
Houses banquets gardens fountainsN
Fortune's delectable mountainsN
But if I would walk aloneF
Was neither cloak nor crumb my ownF
And thus the high Muse treated meF
Directly never greeted meF
But when she spread her dearest spellsN
Feigned to speak to some one elseN
I was free to overhearF2
Or I might at will forbearF2
Yet mark me well that idle wordJ2
Thus at random overheardJ2
Was the symphony of spheresN
And proverb of a thousand yearsN
The light wherewith all planets shoneF
The livery all events put onF
It fell in rain it grew in grainF
It put on flesh in friendly formK2
Frowned in my foe and growled in stormK2
It spoke in Tullius CiceroF2
In Milton and in AngeloF2
I travelled and found it at RomeL2
Eastward it filled all HeathendomL2
And it lay on my hearth when I came homeL2
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Mask thy wisdom with delightM2
Toy with the bow yet hit the whiteM2
As Jelaleddin old and grayF2
He seemed to bask to dream and playF2
Without remoter hope or fearF2
Than still to entertain his earF2
And pass the burning summer timeL2
In the palm grove with a rhymeL2
Heedless that each cunning wordJ2
Tribes and ages overheardJ2
Those idle catches told the lawsN
Holding Nature to her causeN
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God only knew how Saadi dinedQ
Roses he ate and drank the windQ
He freelier breathed beside the pineF
In cities he was low and meanF
The mountain waters washed him cleanF
And by the sea waves he was strongN2
He heard their medicinal songN2
Asked no physician but the waveW
No palace but his sea beat caveW
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Saadi held the Muse in aweO2
She was his mistress and his lawK
A twelvemonth he could silence holdX
Nor ran to speak till she him toldX
He felt the flame the fanning wingsN
Nor offered words till they were thingsN
Glad when the solid mountain swimsN
In music and uplifting hymnsN
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Charmed from fagot and from steelK
Harvests grew upon his tongueP2
Past and future must revealK
All their heart when Saadi sungP2
Sun and moon must fall amainF
Like sower's seeds into his brainF
There quickened to be born againF
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The free winds told him what they knewF
Discoursed of fortune as they blewF
Omens and signs that filled the airF2
To him authentic witness bareF2
The birds brought auguries on their wingsN
And carolled undeceiving thingsN
Him to beckon him to warnF
Well might then the poet scornF
To learn of scribe or courierF2
Things writ in vaster characterF2
And on his mind at dawn of dayF2
Soft shadows of the evening layF2
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Pale genius roves aloneF
No scout can track his wayF2
None credits him till he have shownF
His diamonds to the dayF2
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Not his the feaster's wineF
Nor land nor gold nor powerF2
By want and pain God screeneth himL2
Till his elected hourF2
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Go speed the stars of ThoughtQ2
On to their shining goalsN
The sower scatters broad his seedR2
The wheat thou strew'st be soulsN
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I grieve that better souls than mineF
Docile read my measured lineF
High destined youths and holy maidsN
Hallow these my orchard shadesN
Environ me and me baptizeN
With light that streams from gracious eyesN
I dare not be beloved and knownF
I ungrateful I aloneF
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Ever find me dim regardsN
Love of ladies love of bardsN
Marked forbearance complimentsN
Tokens of benevolenceN
What then can I love myselfW
Fame is profitless as pelfW
A good in Nature not allowedS2
They love me as I love a cloudS2
Sailing falsely in the sphereF2
Hated mist if it come nearF2
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For thought and not praiseN
Thought is the wagesN
For which I sell daysN
Will gladly sell agesN
And willing grow oldX
Deaf and dumb and blind and coldX
Melting matter into dreamsN
Panoramas which I sawN
And whatever glows or seemsN
Into substance into LawN
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For Fancy's giftT2
Can mountains liftT2
The Muse can knitU2
What is past what is doneF
With the web that's just begunF
Making free with time and sizeN
Dwindles here there magnifiesN
Swells a rain drop to a tunF
So to repeatV2
No word or featV2
Crowds in a day the sum of agesN
And blushing Love outwits the sagesN
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Try the might the Muse affordsN
And the balm of thoughtful wordsN
Bring music to the desolateW2
Hang roses on the stony fateX2
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But over all his crowning graceN
Wherefor thanks God his daily praiseN
Is the purging of his eyeA
To see the people of the skyA
From blue mount and headland dimL2
Friendly hands stretch forth to himL2
Him they beckon him adviseN
Of heavenlier prosperitiesN
And a more excelling graceN
And a truer bosom glowF2
Than the wine fed feasters knowF2
They turn his heart from lovely maidsN
And make the darlings of the earthY2
Swainish coarse and nothing worthY2
Teach him gladly to postponeF
Pleasures to another stageZ2
Beyond the scope of human ageZ2
Freely as task at eve undoneF
Waits unblamed to morrow's sunF
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By thoughts I leadB2
Bards to say what nations needR2
What imports what irks and what behoovesN
Framed afar as Fates and LovesN
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And as the light divides the darkA3
Through with living swordsN
So shall thou pierce the distant ageZ2
With adamantine wordsN
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I framed his tongue to musicB3
I armed his hand with skillK
I moulded his face to beautyF
And his heart the throne of WillK
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For every GodC3
Obeys the hymn obeys the odeD3
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For art for music over thrilledE3
The wine cup shakes the wine is spilledE3
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Hold of the Maker not the MadeC2
Sit with the Cause or grim or gladF3
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That book is goodG3
Which puts me in a working moodH3
Unless to Thought is added WillK
Apollo is an imbecileK
What parts what gems what colors shineF
Ah but I miss the grand designF
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Like vaulters in a circus roundI3
Who leap from horse to horse but never touch the groundI3
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For Genius made his cabin wideJ
And Love led Gods therein to bideJ
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The atom displaces all atoms besideJ
And Genius unspheres all souls that abideJ
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To transmute crime to wisdom so to stemL2
The vice of Japhet by the thought of ShemL2
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He could condense cerulean etherF2
Into the very best sole leatherF2
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Forbore the ant hill shunned to treadB2
In mercy on one little headB2
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I have no brothers and no peersN
And the dearest interferesN
When I would spend a lonely dayF2
Sun and moon are in my wayF2
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The brook sings on but sings in vainF
Wanting the echo in my brainF
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He planted where the deluge ploughedS2
His hired hands were wind and cloudS2
His eyes detect the Gods concealedJ3
In the hummock of the fieldJ3
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For what need I of book or priestK3
Or sibyl from the mummied EastK3
When every star is Bethlehem starF2
I count as many as there areF2
Cinquefoils or violets in the grassN
So many saints and saviorsN
So many high behaviorsN
Salute the bard who is aliveW
And only sees what he doth giveW
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Coin the day dawn into linesN
In which its proper splendor shinesN
Coin the moonlight into verseN
Which all its marvel shall rehearseN
Chasing with words fast flowing things nor tryA
To plant thy shrivelled pedantryF
On the shoulders of the skyA
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Ah not to me those dreams belongN2
A better voice peals through my songN2
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The Muse's hill by Fear is guardedL3
A bolder foot is still rewardedM3
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His instant thought a poet spokeM
And filled the age his fameL2
An inch of ground the lightning strookM
But lit the sky with flameL2
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If bright the sun he tarriesN
All day his song is heardJ2
And when he goes he carriesN
No more baggage than a birdJ2
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The Asmodean feat is mineF
To spin my sand heap into twineF
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Slighted Minerva's learn d tongueM
But leaped with joy when on the windQ
The shell of Clio rungM

Ralph Waldo Emerson



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