Monadnoc Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Thousand minstrels woke within meA
Our music's in the hillsB
Gayest pictures rose to win meA
Leopard colored rillsB
Up If thou knew'st who callsB
To twilight parks of beech and pineC
High over the river intervalsB
Above the ploughman's highest lineC
Over the owner's farthest wallsB
Up where the airy citadelD
O'erlooks the purging landscape's swellD
Let not unto the stones the dayE
Her lily and rose her sea and land displayE
Read the celestial signC
Lo the South answers to the NorthF
Bookworm break this sloth urbaneG
A greater Spirit bids thee forthF
Than the gray dreams which thee detainG
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Mark how the climbing OreadsB
Beckon thee to their arcadesB
Youth for a moment free as theyE
Teach thy feet to feel the groundH
Ere yet arrive the wintry dayE
When Time thy feet has boundH
Accept the bounty of thy birthI
Taste the lordship of the earthI
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I heard and I obeyedJ
Assured that he who pressed the claimK
Well known but loving not a nameK
Was not to be gainsaidJ
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Ere yet the summoning voice was stillL
I turned to Cheshire's haughty hillL
From the fixed cone the cloud rack flowedJ
Like ample banner flung abroadJ
Round about a hundred milesB
With invitation to the sea and to the bordering islesB
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In his own loom's garment drestJ
By his own bounty blestJ
Fast abides this constant giverM
Pouring many a cheerful riverM
To far eyes an a euml rial isleN
Unploughed which finer spirits pileN
Which morn and crimson evening paintJ
For bard for lover and for saintJ
The country's coreO
Inspirer prophet evermoreO
Pillar which God aloft had setJ
So that men might it not forgetJ
It should be their life's ornamentJ
And mix itself with each eventJ
Their calendar and dialP
Barometer and chemic phialP
Garden of berries perch of birdsB
Pasture of pool haunting herdsB
Graced by each change of sum untoldJ
Earth baking heat stone cleaving coldJ
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The Titan minds his sky affairsB
Rich rents and wide alliance sharesB
Mysteries of color daily laidJ
By the great sun in light and shadeJ
And sweet varieties of chanceB
And the mystic seasons' danceB
And thief like step of liberal hoursB
Which thawed the snow drift into flowersB
O wondrous craft of plant and stoneQ
By eldest science done and shownQ
Happy I said whose home is hereR
Fair fortunes to the mountaineerS
Boon nature to his poorest shedJ
Has royal pleasure grounds outspreadJ
Intent I searched the region roundJ
And in low hut my monarch foundJ
He was no eagle and no earlP
Alas my foundling was a churlP
With heart of cat and eyes of bugT
Dull victim of his pipe and mugT
Woe is me for my hopes' downfallP
Lord is yon squalid peasant allP
That this proud nursery could breedJ
For God's vicegerency and steadJ
Time out of mind this forge of oresB
Quarry of spars in mountain poresB
Old cradle hunting ground and bierR
Of wolf and otter bear and deerS
Well built abode of many a raceB
Tower of observance searching spaceB
Factory of river and of rainG
Link in the alps' globe girding chainG
By million changes skilled to tellP
What in the Eternal standeth wellP
And what obedient nature canU
Is this colossal talismanV
Kindly to creature blood and kindJ
And speechless to the master's mindJ
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I thought to find the patriotsB
In whom the stock of freedom rootsB
To myself I oft recountJ
Tales of many a famous mountJ
Wales Scotland Uri Hungary's dellsB
Roys and Scanderbegs and TellsB
Here now shall nature crowd her powersB
Her music and her meteorsB
And lifting man to the blue deepW
Where stars their perfect courses keepW
Like wise preceptor lure his eyeX
To sound the science of the skyX
And carry learning to its heightJ
Of untried power and sane delightJ
The Indian cheer the frosty skiesB
Breed purer wits inventive eyesB
Eyes that frame cities where none beA
And hands that stablish what these seeA
And by the moral of his placeB
Hint summits of heroic graceB
Man in these crags a fastness findJ
To fight pollution of the mindJ
In the wide thaw and ooze of wrongY
Adhere like this foundation strongY
The insanity of towns to stemZ
With simpleness for stratagemA2
But if the brave old mould is brokeB2
And end in clowns the mountain folkB2
In tavern cheer and tavern jokeB2
Sink O mountain in the swampC2
Hide in thy skies O sovereign lapD2
Perish like leaves the highland breedJ
No sire survive no son succeedJ
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Soft let not the offended museB
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuseB
Many hamlets sought I thenE2
Many farms of mountain menE2
Found I not a minstrel seedJ
But men of bone and good at needJ
Rallying round a parish steepleP
Nestle warm the highland peopleP
Coarse and boisterous yet mildJ
Strong as giant slow as childJ
Smoking in a squalid roomF2
Where yet the westland breezes comeA2
Close hid in those rough guises lurkG2
Western magians here they workG2
Sweat and season are their artsB
Their talismans are ploughs and cartsB
And well the youngest can commandJ
Honey from the frozen landJ
With sweet hay the swamp adornH2
Change the running sand to cornH2
For wolves and foxes lowing herdsB
And for cold mosses cream and curdsB
Weave wood to canisters and matsB
Drain sweet maple juice in vatsB
No bird is safe that cuts the airI2
From their rifle or their snareI2
No fish in river or in lakeJ2
But their long hands it thence will takeJ2
And the country's iron faceB
Like wax their fashioning skill betraysB
To fill the hollows sink the hillsB
Bridge gulfs drain swamps build dams and millsB
And fit the bleak and howling placeB
For gardens of a finer raceB
The world soul knows his own affairI2
Fore looking when his hands prepareI2
For the next ages men of mouldJ
Well embodied well ensouledJ
He cools the present's fiery glowP
Sets the life pulse strong but slowP
Bitter winds and fasts austereS
His quarantines and grottos whereI2
He slowly cures decrepit fleshK2
And brings it infantile and freshK2
These exercises are the toysB
And games with which he breathes his boysB
They bide their time and well can proveL2
If need were their line from JoveL2
Of the same stuff and so allayedJ
As that whereof the sun is madeJ
And of that fibre quick and strongY
Whose throbs are love whose thrills are songY
Now in sordid weeds they sleepW
Their secret now in dulness keepW
Yet will you learn our ancient speechM2
These the masters who can teachM2
Fourscore or a hundred wordsB
All their vocal muse affordsB
These they turn in other fashionV
Than the writer or the parsonV
I can spare the college bellP
And the learned lecture wellP
Spare the clergy and librariesB
Institutes and dictionariesB
For the hardy English rootJ
Thrives here unvalued underfootJ
Rude poets of the tavern hearthN2
Squandering your unquoted mirthI
Which keeps the ground and never soarsB
While Jake retorts and Reuben roarsB
Tough and screaming as birch barkO2
Goes like bullet to its markO2
While the solid curse and jeerS
Never balk the waiting earR
To student ears keen relished jokesB
On truck and stock and farming folksB
Nought the mountain yields thereofL2
But savage health and sinews toughL2
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On the summit as I stoodJ
O'er the wide floor of plain and floodJ
Seemed to me the towering hillP
Was not altogether stillP
But a quiet sense conveyedJ
If I err not thus it saidJ
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Many feet in summer seekP2
Betimes my far appearing peakP2
In the dreaded winter timeQ2
None save dappling shadows climbQ2
Under clouds my lonely headJ
Old as the sun old almost as the shadeJ
And comest thouR2
To see strange forests and new snowP
And tread uplifted landJ
And leavest thou thy lowland raceB
Here amid clouds to standJ
And would'st be my companionV
Where I gazeB
And shall gazeB
When forests fall and man is goneS2
Over tribes and over timesB
As the burning LyreT2
Nearing meA
With its stars of northern fireM
In many a thousand yearsB
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Ah welcome if thou bringU2
My secret in thy brainG
To mountain top may muse's wingU2
With good allowance strainG
Gentle pilgrim if thou knowP
The gamut old of PanU
And how the hills beganU
The frank blessings of the hillP
Fall on thee as fall they willP
'Tis the law of bush and stoneQ
Each can only take his ownQ
Let him heed who can and willP
Enchantment fixed me hereR
To stand the hurts of time untilP
In mightier chant I disappearS
If thou trowestJ
How the chemic eddies playP
Pole to pole and what they sayP
And that these gray cragsP
Not on crags are hungV2
But beads are of a rosaryA
On prayer and music strungV2
And credulous through the granite seemingU2
Seest the smile of Reason beamingU2
Can thy style discerning eyeX
The hidden working Builder spyX
Who builds yet makes no chips no dinW2
With hammer soft as snow flake's flightJ
Knowest thou thisP
O pilgrim wandering not amissP
Already my rocks lie lightJ
And soon my cone will spinW2
For the world was built in orderM
And the atoms march in tuneX2
Rhyme the pipe and time the warderM
Cannot forget the sun the moonX2
Orb and atom forth they pranceP
When they hear from far the runeX2
None so backward in the troopY2
When the music and the danceP
Reach his place and circumstanceP
But knows the sun creating soundJ
And though a pyramid will boundJ
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Monadnoc is a mountain strongY
Tall and good my kind amongV2
But well I know no mountain canU
Measure with a perfect manU
For it is on Zodiack's writJ
Adamant is soft to witJ
And when the greater comes againE2
With my music in his brainG
I shall pass as glides my shadowJ
Daily over hill and meadowJ
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Through all timeQ2
I hear the approaching feetJ
Along the flinty pathway beatJ
Of him that cometh and shall comeA2
Of him who shall as lightly bearI2
My daily load of woods and streamsP
As now the round sky cleaving boatJ
Which never strains its rocky beamsP
Whose timbers as they silent floatJ
Alps and Caucasus uprearI2
And the long Alleghanies hereI2
And all town sprinkled lands that beA
Sailing through stars with all their historyA
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Every morn I lift my headJ
Gaze o'er New England underspreadJ
South from Saint Lawrence to the SoundJ
From Katshill east to the sea boundJ
Anchored fast for many an ageZ2
I await the bard and sageZ2
Who in large thoughts like fair pearl seedJ
Shall string Monadnoc like a beadJ
Comes that cheerful troubadourI2
This mound shall throb his face beforeI2
As when with inward fires and painG
It rose a bubble from the plainG
When he cometh I shall shedJ
From this well spring in my headJ
Fountain drop of spicier worthI
Than all vintage of the earthI
There's fruit upon my barren soilP
Costlier far than wine or oilP
There's a berry blue and goldJ
Autumn ripe its juices holdJ
Sparta's stoutness Bethlehem's heartJ
Asia's rancor Athens' artJ
Slowsure Britain's secular mightJ
And the German's inward sightJ
I will give my son to eatJ
Best of Pan's immortal meatJ
Bread to eat and juice to drinkA3
So the thoughts that he shall thinkA3
Shall not be forms of stars but starsP
Nor pictures pale but Jove and MarsP
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He comes but not of that race bredJ
Who daily climb my specular headJ
Oft as morning wreathes my scarfL2
Fled the last plumule of the darkO2
Pants up hither the spruce clerkG2
From South Cove and City wharfL2
I take him up my rugged sidesP
Half repentant scant of breathB3
Bead eyes my granite chaos showJ
And my midsummer snowJ
Open the daunting map beneathC3
All his county sea and landJ
Dwarfed to measure of his handJ
His day's ride is a furlong spaceP
His city tops a glimmering hazeP
I plant his eyes on the sky hoop boundingU2
See there the grim gray roundingU2
Of the bullet of the earthI
Whereon ye sailP
Tumbling steepW
In the uncontinented deepW
He looks on that and he turns paleP
'Tis even so this treacherous kiteJ
Farm furrowed town incrusted sphereI2
Thoughtless of its anxious freightJ
Plunges eyeless on for everI2
And he poor parasiteJ
Cooped in a ship he cannot steerI2
Who is the captain he knows notJ
Port or pilot trows notJ
Risk or ruin he must shareI2
I scowl on him with my cloudJ
With my north wind chill his bloodJ
I lame him clattering down the rocksP
And to live he is in fearI2
Then at last I let him downD3
Once more into his dapper townD3
To chatter frightened to his clanU
And forget me if he canU
As in the old poetic fameK
The gods are blind and lameK
And the simular despiteJ
Betrays the more abounding mightJ
So call not waste that barren coneQ
Above the floral zoneQ
Where forests starveL2
It is pure useP
What sheaves like those which here we glean and bindJ
Of a celestial Ceres and the MuseP
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Ages are thy daysP
Thou grand expressor of the present tenseP
And type of permanenceP
Firm ensign of the fatal BeingU2
Amid these coward shapes of joy and griefL2
That will not bide the seeingU2
Hither we bringU2
Our insect miseries to the rocksP
And the whole flight with pestering wingU2
Vanish and end their murmuringU2
Vanish beside these dedicated blocksP
Which who can tell what mason laidJ
Spoils of a front none need restoreI2
Replacing frieze and architraveL2
Yet flowers each stone rosette and metope braveL2
Still is the haughty pile erectJ
Of the old building IntellectJ
Complement of human kindJ
Having us at vantage stillP
Our sumptuous indigenceP
O barren mound thy plenties fillP
We fool and prateJ
Thou art silent and sedateJ
To million kinds and times one senseP
The constant mountain doth dispenseP
Shedding on all its snows and leavesP
One joy it joys one grief it grievesP
Thou seest O watchman tallP
Our towns and races grow and fallP
And imagest the stable GoodJ
For which we all our lifetime gropeE3
In shifting form the formless mindJ
And though the substance us eludeJ
We in thee the shadow findJ
Thou in our astronomyA
An opaker starI2
Seen haply from afarI2
Above the horizon's hoopY2
A moment by the railway troopY2
As o'er some bolder height they speedJ
By circumspect ambitionV
By errant GainG
By feasters and the frivolousP
Recallest usP
And makest saneG
Mute orator well skilled to pleadJ
And send conviction without phraseP
Thou dost supplyX
The shortness of our daysP
And promise on thy Founder's truthF3
Long morrow to this mortal youthF3

Ralph Waldo Emerson



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