The Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDEEBBFFGGHIJJKKFF LLMNOO PPQRFFFFSSTTUUVWXYNM ZZLL A2A2FFKKFB2FFC2D2E2E 2AAE2E2F2F2FF A FTB2TFFTFG2G2FFH2H2T TI2J2 E2E2E2E2OE2E2FE2FFTF T J2K2K2F2F2FTL2TM2I2M 2EL2L2FFE2E2E2E2L2E2 L2E2FN2FN2 O2P2L2AN2N2 Q2Q2FR2FFR2FS2 E2E2E2E2E2E2FFFFFT2F T2E2 F2F2E2E2H2H2FFSSE2E2 FFFFTTU2U2E2E2TTT E2E2FSF V2E2W2E2FF E2E2M2M2E2E2X2X2E2E2 EEY2K2Z2Z2 E2E2L2L2M2TM2 E2FE2FE2TE2TTTL2L2TA 3TA3E2FE2FM2TF F E2TE2B3 TTE2E2 E2 E2E2E2FE2A F E2E2E2E2M2M2L2L2 E2 H2H2C3C3FFE2E2E2E2 F FFL2L2E2E2E2E2E2E2PP E2N2E2N2E2E2E2| I | A |
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| Right upward on the road of fame | B |
| With sounding steps the poet came | B |
| Born and nourished in miracles | C |
| His feet were shod with golden bells | D |
| Or where he stepped the soil did peal | E |
| As if the dust were glass and steel | E |
| The gallant child where'er he came | B |
| Threw to each fact a tuneful name | B |
| The things whereon he cast his eyes | F |
| Could not the nations rebaptize | F |
| Nor Time's snows hide the names he set | G |
| Nor last posterity forget | G |
| Yet every scroll whereon he wrote | H |
| In latent fire his secret thought | I |
| Fell unregarded to the ground | J |
| Unseen by such as stood around | J |
| The pious wind took it away | K |
| The reverent darkness hid the lay | K |
| Methought like water haunting birds | F |
| Divers or dippers were his words | F |
| And idle clowns beside the mere | L |
| At the new vision gape and jeer | L |
| But when the noisy scorn was past | M |
| Emerge the wing d words in haste | N |
| New bathed new trimmed on healthy wing | O |
| Right to the heaven they steer and sing | O |
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| A Brother of the world his song | P |
| Sounded like a tempest strong | P |
| Which tore from oaks their branches broad | Q |
| And stars from the ecliptic road | R |
| Times wore he as his clothing weeds | F |
| He sowed the sun and moon for seeds | F |
| As melts the iceberg in the seas | F |
| As clouds give rain to the eastern breeze | F |
| As snow banks thaw in April's beam | S |
| The solid kingdoms like a dream | S |
| Resist in vain his motive strain | T |
| They totter now and float amain | T |
| For the Muse gave special charge | U |
| His learning should be deep and large | U |
| And his training should not scant | V |
| The deepest lore of wealth or want | W |
| His flesh should feel his eyes should read | X |
| Every maxim of dreadful Need | Y |
| In its fulness he should taste | N |
| Life's honeycomb but not too fast | M |
| Full fed but not intoxicated | Z |
| He should be loved he should be hated | Z |
| A blooming child to children dear | L |
| His heart should palpitate with fear | L |
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| And well he loved to quit his home | A2 |
| And Calmuck in his wagon roam | A2 |
| To read new landscapes and old skies | F |
| But oh to see his solar eyes | F |
| Like meteors which chose their way | K |
| And rived the dark like a new day | K |
| Not lazy grazing on all they saw | F |
| Each chimney pot and cottage door | B2 |
| Farm gear and village picket fence | F |
| But feeding on magnificence | F |
| They bounded to the horizon's edge | C2 |
| And searched with the sun's privilege | D2 |
| Landward they reached the mountains old | E2 |
| Where pastoral tribes their flocks infold | E2 |
| Saw rivers run seaward by cities high | A |
| And the seas wash the low hung sky | A |
| Saw the endless rack of the firmament | E2 |
| And the sailing moon where the cloud was rent | E2 |
| And through man and woman and sea and star | F2 |
| Saw the dance of Nature forward and far | F2 |
| Through worlds and races and terms and times | F |
| Saw musical order and pairing rhymes | F |
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| II | A |
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| The gods talk in the breath of the woods | F |
| They talk in the shaken pine | T |
| And fill the long reach of the old seashore | B2 |
| With dialogue divine | T |
| And the poet who overhears | F |
| Some random word they say | F |
| Is the fated man of men | T |
| Whom the ages must obey | F |
| One who having nectar drank | G2 |
| Into blissful orgies sank | G2 |
| He takes no mark of night or day | F |
| He cannot go he cannot stay | F |
| He would yet would not counsel keep | H2 |
| But like a walker in his sleep | H2 |
| With staring eye that seeth none | T |
| Ridiculously up and down | T |
| Seeks how he may fitly tell | I2 |
| The heart o'erlading miracle | J2 |
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| Not yet not yet | E2 |
| Impatient friend | E2 |
| A little while attend | E2 |
| Not yet I sing but I must wait | E2 |
| My hand upon the silent string | O |
| Fully until the end | E2 |
| I see the coming light | E2 |
| I see the scattered gleams | F |
| Aloft beneath on left and right | E2 |
| The stars' own ether beams | F |
| These are but seeds of days | F |
| Not yet a steadfast morn | T |
| An intermittent blaze | F |
| An embryo god unborn | T |
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| How all things sparkle | J2 |
| The dust is alive | K2 |
| To the birth they arrive | K2 |
| I snuff the breath of my morning afar | F2 |
| I see the pale lustres condense to a star | F2 |
| The fading colors fix | F |
| The vanishing are seen | T |
| And the world that shall be | L2 |
| Twins the world that has been | T |
| I know the appointed hour | M2 |
| I greet my office well | I2 |
| Never faster never slower | M2 |
| Revolves the fatal wheel | E |
| The Fairest enchants me | L2 |
| The Mighty commands me | L2 |
| Saying 'Stand in thy place | F |
| Up and eastward turn thy face | F |
| As mountains for the morning wait | E2 |
| Coming early coming late | E2 |
| So thou attend the enriching Fate | E2 |
| Which none can stay and none accelerate | E2 |
| I am neither faint nor weary | L2 |
| Fill thy will O faultless heart | E2 |
| Here from youth to age I tarry | L2 |
| Count it flight of bird or dart | E2 |
| My heart at the heart of things | F |
| Heeds no longer lapse of time | N2 |
| Rushing ages moult their wings | F |
| Bathing in thy day sublime | N2 |
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| The sun set but set not his hope | O2 |
| Stars rose his faith was earlier up | P2 |
| Fixed on the enormous galaxy | L2 |
| Deeper and older seemed his eye | A |
| And matched his sufferance sublime | N2 |
| The taciturnity of Time | N2 |
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| Beside his hut and shading oak | Q2 |
| Thus to himself the poet spoke | Q2 |
| 'I have supped to night with gods | F |
| I will not go under a wooden roof | R2 |
| As I walked among the hills | F |
| In the love which Nature fills | F |
| The great stars did not shine aloof | R2 |
| They hurried down from their deep abodes | F |
| And hemmed me in their glittering troop | S2 |
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| 'Divine Inviters I accept | E2 |
| The courtesy ye have shown and kept | E2 |
| From ancient ages for the bard | E2 |
| To modulate | E2 |
| With finer fate | E2 |
| A fortune harsh and hard | E2 |
| With aim like yours | F |
| I watch your course | F |
| Who never break your lawful dance | F |
| By error or intemperance | F |
| O birds of ether without wings | F |
| O heavenly ships without a sail | T2 |
| O fire of fire O best of things | F |
| O mariners who never fail | T2 |
| Sail swiftly through your amber vault | E2 |
| An animated law a presence to exalt ' | - |
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| Ah happy if a sun or star | F2 |
| Could chain the wheel of Fortune's car | F2 |
| And give to hold an even state | E2 |
| Neither dejected nor elate | E2 |
| That haply man upraised might keep | H2 |
| The height of Fancy's far eyed steep | H2 |
| In vain the stars are glowing wheels | F |
| Giddy with motion Nature reels | F |
| Sun moon man undulate and stream | S |
| The mountains flow the solids seem | S |
| Change acts reacts back forward hurled | E2 |
| And pause were palsy to the world | E2 |
| The morn is come the starry crowds | F |
| Are hid behind the thrice piled clouds | F |
| The new day lowers and equal odds | F |
| Have changed not less the guest of gods | F |
| Discrowned and timid thoughtless worn | T |
| The child of genius sits forlorn | T |
| Between two sleeps a short day's stealth | U2 |
| 'Mid many ails a brittle health | U2 |
| A cripple of God half true half formed | E2 |
| And by great sparks Promethean warmed | E2 |
| Constrained by impotence to adjourn | T |
| To infinite time his eager turn | T |
| His lot of action at the urn | T |
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| He by false usage pinned about | E2 |
| No breath therein no passage out | E2 |
| Cast wishful glances at the stars | F |
| And wishful saw the Ocean stream | S |
| 'Merge me in the brute universe | F |
| Or lift to a diviner dream ' | - |
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| Beside him sat enduring love | V2 |
| Upon him noble eyes did rest | E2 |
| Which for the Genius that there strove | W2 |
| The follies bore that it invest | E2 |
| They spoke not for their earnest sense | F |
| Outran the craft of eloquence | F |
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| He whom God had thus preferred | E2 |
| To whom sweet angels ministered | E2 |
| Saluted him each morn as brother | M2 |
| And bragged his virtues to each other | M2 |
| Alas how were they so beguiled | E2 |
| And they so pure He foolish child | E2 |
| A facile reckless wandering will | X2 |
| Eager for good not hating ill | X2 |
| Thanked Nature for each stroke she dealt | E2 |
| On his tense chords all strokes were felt | E2 |
| The good the bad with equal zeal | E |
| He asked he only asked to feel | E |
| Timid self pleasing sensitive | Y2 |
| With Gods with fools content to live | K2 |
| Bended to fops who bent to him | Z2 |
| Surface with surfaces did swim | Z2 |
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| 'Sorrow sorrow ' the angels cried | E2 |
| 'Is this dear Nature's manly pride | E2 |
| Call hither thy mortal enemy | L2 |
| Make him glad thy fall to see | L2 |
| Yon waterflag yon sighing osier | M2 |
| A drop can shake a breath can fan | T |
| Maidens laugh and weep Composure | M2 |
| Is the pudency of man ' | - |
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| Again by night the poet went | E2 |
| From the lighted halls | F |
| Beneath the darkling firmament | E2 |
| To the seashore to the old seawalls | F |
| Out shone a star beneath the cloud | E2 |
| The constellation glittered soon | T |
| You have no lapse so have ye glowed | E2 |
| But once in your dominion | T |
| And yet dear stars I know ye shine | T |
| Only by needs and loves of mine | T |
| Light loving light asking life in me | L2 |
| Feeds those eternal lamps I see | L2 |
| And I to whom your light has spoken | T |
| I pining to be one of you | A3 |
| I fall my faith is broken | T |
| Ye scorn me from your deeps of blue | A3 |
| Or if perchance ye orbs of Fate | E2 |
| Your ne'er averted glance | F |
| Beams with a will compassionate | E2 |
| On sons of time and chance | F |
| Then clothe these hands with power | M2 |
| In just proportion | T |
| Nor plant immense designs | F |
| Where equal means are none ' | - |
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| CHORUS OF SPIRITS | F |
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| Means dear brother ask them not | E2 |
| Soul's desire is means enow | T |
| Pure content is angel's lot | E2 |
| Thine own theatre art thou | B3 |
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| Gentler far than falls the snow | T |
| In the woodwalks still and low | T |
| Fell the lesson on his heart | E2 |
| And woke the fear lest angels part | E2 |
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| POET | E2 |
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| I see your forms with deep content | E2 |
| I know that ye are excellent | E2 |
| But will ye stay | E2 |
| I hear the rustle of wings | F |
| Ye meditate what to say | E2 |
| Ere ye go to quit me for ever and aye | A |
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| SPIRITS | F |
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| Brother we are no phantom band | E2 |
| Brother accept this fatal hand | E2 |
| Aches thine unbelieving heart | E2 |
| With the fear that we must part | E2 |
| See all we are rooted here | M2 |
| By one thought to one same sphere | M2 |
| From thyself thou canst not flee | L2 |
| From thyself no more can we | L2 |
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| POET | E2 |
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| Suns and stars their courses keep | H2 |
| But not angels of the deep | H2 |
| Day and night their turn observe | C3 |
| But the day of day may swerve | C3 |
| Is there warrant that the waves | F |
| Of thought in their mysterious caves | F |
| Will heap in me their highest tide | E2 |
| In me therewith beatified | E2 |
| Unsure the ebb and flood of thought | E2 |
| The moon comes back the Spirit not | E2 |
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| SPIRITS | F |
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| Brother sweeter is the Law | F |
| Than all the grace Love ever saw | F |
| We are its suppliants By it we | L2 |
| Draw the breath of Eternity | L2 |
| Serve thou it not for daily bread | E2 |
| Serve it for pain and fear and need | E2 |
| Love it though it hide its light | E2 |
| By love behold the sun at night | E2 |
| If the Law should thee forget | E2 |
| More enamoured serve it yet | E2 |
| Though it hate thee suffer long | P |
| Put the Spirit in the wrong | P |
| Brother no decrepitude | E2 |
| Chills the limbs of Time | N2 |
| As fleet his feet his hands as good | E2 |
| His vision as sublime | N2 |
| On Nature's wheels there is no rust | E2 |
| Nor less on man's enchanted dust | E2 |
| Beauty and Force alight | E2 |
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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