Threnody Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBDEF GHIIJJKKEELLMNNOOPNN Q RRCCSSTIBIOOUUVWVMXX YYOO ZZOOA2B2C2C2D2D2E2E2 F2F2OOG2H2PP I2J2K2J2L2M2QQN2N2A2 A2O2O2FP2JJQ2Q2R2R2M 2S2 LT2U2U2V2V2CCRRW2W2U QX2X2Y2Y2OOH2H2H2H2H 2H2Z2Z2A3A3H2H2A3CB3 B3OOA3A3OOA3A3A3A3OO OOA3A3OOOOOOA3A3A2B2 V2V2C3C3C3C3 OD3OE3OOMV2OO F3OODDOOOOA3A3A3A3A2 B2W2W2OOF3F3G3G3B2B2 OOH3H3OOOO OOMMBBOOOOOOA3A3A3OO OOOOOOB2B2DBOOB2B2I3 I3OOOA3A3OO OOB2B2E3KA3A3A3A3A3B 2B2OOOOOOA3A3MMOOOOO OOOI3I3OOOOB2B2OO| The south wind brings | A |
| Life sunshine and desire | B |
| And on every mount and meadow | C |
| Breathes aromatic fire | B |
| But over the dead he has no power | B |
| The lost the lost he cannot restore | D |
| And looking over the hills I mourn | E |
| The darling who shall not return | F |
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| I see my empty house | G |
| I see my trees repair their boughs | H |
| And he the wondrous child | I |
| Whose silver warble wild | I |
| Outvalued every pulsing sound | J |
| Within the air's cerulean round | J |
| The hyacinthine boy for whom | K |
| Morn well might break and April bloom | K |
| The gracious boy who did adorn | E |
| The world whereinto he was born | E |
| And by his countenance repay | L |
| The favor of the loving Day | L |
| Has disappeared from the Day's eye | M |
| Far and wide she cannot find him | N |
| My hopes pursue they cannot bind him | N |
| Returned this day the south wind searches | O |
| And finds young pines and budding birches | O |
| But finds not the budding man | P |
| Nature who lost him cannot remake him | N |
| Fate let him fall Fate can't retake him | N |
| Nature Fate men him seek in vain | Q |
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| And whither now my truant wise and sweet | R |
| Oh whither tend thy feet | R |
| I had the right few days ago | C |
| Thy steps to watch thy place to know | C |
| How have I forfeited the right | S |
| Hast thou forgot me in a new delight | S |
| I hearken for thy household cheer | T |
| O eloquent child | I |
| Whose voice an equal messenger | B |
| Conveyed thy meaning mild | I |
| What though the pains and joys | O |
| Whereof it spoke were toys | O |
| Fitting his age and ken | U |
| Yet fairest dames and bearded men | U |
| Who heard the sweet request | V |
| So gentle wise and grave | W |
| Bended with joy to his behest | V |
| And let the world's affairs go by | M |
| Awhile to share his cordial game | X |
| Or mend his wicker wagon frame | X |
| Still plotting how their hungry ear | Y |
| That winsome voice again might hear | Y |
| For his lips could well pronounce | O |
| Words that were persuasions | O |
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| Gentlest guardians marked serene | Z |
| His early hope his liberal mien | Z |
| Took counsel from his guiding eyes | O |
| To make this wisdom earthly wise | O |
| Ah vainly do these eyes recall | A2 |
| The school march each day's festival | B2 |
| When every morn my bosom glowed | C2 |
| To watch the convoy on the road | C2 |
| The babe in willow wagon closed | D2 |
| With rolling eyes and face composed | D2 |
| With children forward and behind | E2 |
| Like Cupids studiously inclined | E2 |
| And he the Chieftain paced beside | F2 |
| The centre of the troop allied | F2 |
| With sunny face of sweet repose | O |
| To guard the babe from fancied foes | O |
| The little Captain innocent | G2 |
| Took the eye with him as he went | H2 |
| Each village senior paused to scan | P |
| And speak the lovely caravan | P |
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| From the window I look out | I2 |
| To mark thy beautiful parade | J2 |
| Stately marching in cap and coat | K2 |
| To some tune by fairies played | J2 |
| A music heard by thee alone | L2 |
| To works as noble led thee on | M2 |
| Now love and pride alas in vain | Q |
| Up and down their glances strain | Q |
| The painted sled stands where it stood | N2 |
| The kennel by the corded wood | N2 |
| The gathered sticks to stanch the wall | A2 |
| Of the snow tower when snow should fall | A2 |
| The ominous hole he dug in the sand | O2 |
| And childhood's castles built or planned | O2 |
| His daily haunts I well discern | F |
| The poultry yard the shed the barn | P2 |
| And every inch of garden ground | J |
| Paced by the blessed feet around | J |
| From the road side to the brook | Q2 |
| Whereinto he loved to look | Q2 |
| Step the meek birds where erst they ranged | R2 |
| The wintry garden lies unchanged | R2 |
| The brook into the stream runs on | M2 |
| But the deep eyed Boy is gone | S2 |
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| On that shaded day | L |
| Dark with more clouds than tempests are | T2 |
| When thou didst yield thy innocent breath | U2 |
| In bird like heavings unto death | U2 |
| Night came and Nature had not thee | V2 |
| I said we are mates in misery | V2 |
| The morrow dawned with needless glow | C |
| Each snow bird chirped each fowl must crow | C |
| Each tramper started but the feet | R |
| Of the most beautiful and sweet | R |
| Of human youth had left the hill | W2 |
| And garden they were bound and still | W2 |
| There's not a sparrow or a wren | U |
| There's not a blade of autumn grain | Q |
| Which the four seasons do not tend | X2 |
| And tides of life and increase lend | X2 |
| And every chick of every bird | Y2 |
| And weed and rock moss is preferred | Y2 |
| O ostriches' forgetfulness | O |
| O loss of larger in the less | O |
| Was there no star that could be sent | H2 |
| No watcher in the firmament | H2 |
| No angel from the countless host | H2 |
| That loiters round the crystal coast | H2 |
| Could stoop to heal that only child | H2 |
| Nature's sweet marvel undefiled | H2 |
| And keep the blossom of the earth | Z2 |
| Which all her harvests were not worth | Z2 |
| Not mine I never called thee mine | A3 |
| But nature's heir if I repine | A3 |
| And seeing rashly torn and moved | H2 |
| Not what I made but what I loved | H2 |
| Grow early old with grief that then | A3 |
| Must to the wastes of nature go | C |
| 'Tis because a general hope | B3 |
| Was quenched and all must doubt and grope | B3 |
| For flattering planets seemed to say | O |
| This child should ills of ages stay | O |
| By wondrous tongue and guided pen | A3 |
| Bring the flown muses back to men | A3 |
| Perchance not he but nature ailed | O |
| The world and not the infant failed | O |
| It was not ripe yet to sustain | A3 |
| A genius of so fine a strain | A3 |
| Who gazed upon the sun and moon | A3 |
| As if he came unto his own | A3 |
| And pregnant with his grander thought | O |
| Brought the old order into doubt | O |
| Awhile his beauty their beauty tried | O |
| They could not feed him and he died | O |
| And wandered backward as in scorn | A3 |
| To wait an on to be born | A3 |
| Ill day which made this beauty waste | O |
| Plight broken this high face defaced | O |
| Some went and came about the dead | O |
| And some in books of solace read | O |
| Some to their friends the tidings say | O |
| Some went to write some went to pray | O |
| One tarried here there hurried one | A3 |
| But their heart abode with none | A3 |
| Covetous death bereaved us all | A2 |
| To aggrandize one funeral | B2 |
| The eager Fate which carried thee | V2 |
| Took the largest part of me | V2 |
| For this losing is true dying | C3 |
| This is lordly man's down lying | C3 |
| This is slow but sure reclining | C3 |
| Star by star his world resigning | C3 |
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| O child of Paradise | O |
| Boy who made dear his father's home | D3 |
| In whose deep eyes | O |
| Men read the welfare of the times to come | E3 |
| I am too much bereft | O |
| The world dishonored thou hast left | O |
| O truths and natures costly lie | M |
| O trusted broken prophecy | V2 |
| O richest fortune sourly crossed | O |
| Born for the future to the future lost | O |
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| The deep Heart answered Weepest thou | F3 |
| Worthier cause for passion wild | O |
| If I had not taken the child | O |
| And deemest thou as those who pore | D |
| With aged eyes short way before | D |
| Think'st Beauty vanished from the coast | O |
| Of matter and thy darling lost | O |
| Taught he not thee the man of eld | O |
| Whose eyes within his eyes beheld | O |
| Heaven's numerous hierarchy span | A3 |
| The mystic gulf from God to man | A3 |
| To be alone wilt thou begin | A3 |
| When worlds of lovers hem thee in | A3 |
| To morrow when the masks shall fall | A2 |
| That dizen nature's carnival | B2 |
| The pure shall see by their own will | W2 |
| Which overflowing love shall fill | W2 |
| 'Tis not within the force of Fate | O |
| The fate conjoined to separate | O |
| But thou my votary weepest thou | F3 |
| I gave thee sight where is it now | F3 |
| I taught thy heart beyond the reach | G3 |
| Of ritual Bible or of speech | G3 |
| Wrote in thy mind's transparent table | B2 |
| As far as the incommunicable | B2 |
| Taught thee each private sign to raise | O |
| Lit by the supersolar blaze | O |
| Past utterance and past belief | H3 |
| And past the blasphemy of grief | H3 |
| The mysteries of nature's heart | O |
| And though no muse can these impart | O |
| Throb thine with nature's throbbing breast | O |
| And all is clear from east to west | O |
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| I came to thee as to a friend | O |
| Dearest to thee I did not send | O |
| Tutors but a joyful eye | M |
| Innocence that matched the sky | M |
| Lovely locks a form of wonder | B |
| Laughter rich as woodland thunder | B |
| That thou might'st entertain apart | O |
| The richest flowering of all art | O |
| And as the great all loving Day | O |
| Through smallest chambers takes its way | O |
| That thou might'st break thy daily bread | O |
| With Prophet Saviour and head | O |
| That thou might'st cherish for thine own | A3 |
| The riches of sweet Mary's Son | A3 |
| Boy Rabbi Israel's Paragon | A3 |
| And thoughtest thou such guest | O |
| Would in thy hall take up his rest | O |
| Would rushing life forget its laws | O |
| Fate's glowing revolution pause | O |
| High omens ask diviner guess | O |
| Not to be conned to tediousness | O |
| And know my higher gifts unbind | O |
| The zone that girds the incarnate mind | O |
| When the scanty shores are full | B2 |
| With Thought's perilous whirling pool | B2 |
| When frail Nature can no more | D |
| Then the spirit strikes the hour | B |
| My servant Death with solving rite | O |
| Pours finite into infinite | O |
| Wilt thou freeze love's tidal flow | B2 |
| Whose streams through nature circling go | B2 |
| Nail the star struggling to its track | I3 |
| On the half climbed Zodiack | I3 |
| Light is light which radiates | O |
| Blood is blood which circulates | O |
| Life is life which generates | O |
| And many seeming life is one | A3 |
| Wilt thou transfix and make it none | A3 |
| Its onward stream too starkly pent | O |
| In figure bone and lineament | O |
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| Wilt thou uncalled interrogate | O |
| Talker the unreplying fate | O |
| Nor see the Genius of the whole | B2 |
| Ascendant in the private soul | B2 |
| Beckon it when to go and come | E3 |
| Self announced its hour of doom | K |
| Fair the soul's recess and shrine | A3 |
| Magic built to last a season | A3 |
| Masterpiece of love benign | A3 |
| Fairer than expansive reason | A3 |
| Whose omen 'tis and sign | A3 |
| Wilt thou not ope this heart to know | B2 |
| What rainbows teach and sunsets show | B2 |
| Verdict which accumulates | O |
| From lengthened scroll of human fates | O |
| Voice of earth to earth returned | O |
| Prayers of heart that inly burned | O |
| Saying what is excellent | O |
| As God lives is permanent | O |
| Hearts are dust hearts' loves remain | A3 |
| Heart's love will meet thee again | A3 |
| Revere the Maker fetch thine eye | M |
| Up to His style and manners of the sky | M |
| Not of adamant and gold | O |
| Built He heaven stark and cold | O |
| No but a nest of bending reeds | O |
| Flowering grass and scented weeds | O |
| Or like a traveller's fleeting tent | O |
| Or bow above the tempest pent | O |
| Built of tears and sacred flames | O |
| And virtue reaching to its aims | O |
| Built of furtherance and pursuing | I3 |
| Not of spent deeds but of doing | I3 |
| Silent rushes the swift Lord | O |
| Through ruined systems still restored | O |
| Broad sowing bleak and void to bless | O |
| Plants with worlds the wilderness | O |
| Waters with tears of ancient sorrow | B2 |
| Apples of Eden ripe to morrow | B2 |
| House and tenant go to ground | O |
| Lost in God in Godhead found | O |
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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