Christmas Eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Out of the little chapel I burstB
Into the fresh night air againC
Five minutes full I waited firstB
In the doorway to escape the rainD
That drove in gusts down the common's centreE
At the edge of which the chapel standsF
Before I plucked up heart to enterE
Heaven knows how many sorts of handsF
Reached past me groping for the latchG
Of the inner door that hung on catchG
More obstinate the more they fumbledH
Till giving way at last with a scoldI
Of the crazy hinge in squeezed or tumbledH
One sheep more to the rest in foldI
And left me irresolute standing sentryJ
In the sheepfold's lath and plaster entryJ
Six feet long by three feet wideK
Partitioned off from the vast insideK
I blocked up half of it at leastL
No remedy the rain kept drivingM
They eyed me much as some wild beastL
That congregation still arrivingM
Some of them by the main road whiteN
A long way past me into the nightN
Skirting the common then divergingM
Not a few suddenly emergingM
From the common's self through the paling gapsO
They house in the gravel pits perhapsO
Where the road stops short with its safeguard borderE
Of lamps as tired of such disorderE
But the most turned in yet more abruptlyJ
From a certain squalid knot of alleysP
Where the town's bad blood once slept corruptlyJ
Which now the little chapel ralliesP
And leads into day again its priestlinessP
Lending itself to hide their beastlinessP
So cleverly thanks in part to the masonQ
And putting so cheery a whitewashed face onR
Those neophytes too much in lack of itS
That where you cross the common as I didT
And meet the party thus presidedT
Mount Zion with Love lane at the back of itS
They front you as little disconcertedS
As bound for the hills her fate avertedS
And her wicked people made to mind himU
Lot might have marched with Gomorrah behind himU
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Well from the road the lanes or the commonQ
In came the flock the fat weary womanQ
Panting and bewildered down clappingM
Her umbrella with a mighty reportS
Grounded it by me wry and flappingM
A wreck of whalebones then with a snortS
Like a startled horse at the interloperE
Who humbly knew himself improperE
But could not shrink up small enoughV
Round to the door and in the gruffV
Hinge's invariable scoldS
Making my very blood run coldS
Prompt in the wake of her up patteredS
On broken clogs the many tatteredS
Little old faced peaking sister turned motherE
Of the sickly babe she tried to smotherE
Somehow up with its spotted faceP
From the cold on her breast the one warm placeP
She too must stop wring the poor ends dryA
Of a draggled shawl and add therebyA
Her tribute to the door mat soppingM
Already from my own clothes' droppingM
Which yet she seemed to grudge I should stand onR
Then stooping down to take off her pattensP
She bore them defiantly in each hand oneQ
Planted together before her breastS
And its babe as good as a lance in restS
Close on her heels the dingy satinsP
Of a female something past me flittedS
With lips as much too white as a streakW
Lay far too red on each hollow cheekW
And it seemed the very door hinge pitiedS
All that was left of a woman onceP
Holding at least its tongue for the nonceP
Then a tall yellow man like the Penitent ThiefX
With his jaw bound up in a handkerchiefY
And eyelids screwed together tightS
Led himself in by some inner lightS
And except from him from each that enteredS
I got the same interrogationQ
What you the alien you have venturedS
To take with us the elect your stationQ
A carer for none of it a GallioJ
Thus plain as print I read the glanceP
At a common prey in each countenanceP
As of huntsman giving his hounds the tallyhoZ
And when the door's cry drowned their wonderE
The draught it always sent in shuttingM
Made the flame of the single tallow candleJ
In the cracked square lantern I stood underE
Shoot its blue lip at me rebuttingM
As it were the luckless cause of scandalJ
I verily fancied the zealous lightS
In the chapel's secret too for spiteS
Would shudder itself clean off the wickA2
With the airs of a Saint John's CandlestickA2
There was no standing it much longerE
Good folks thought I as resolve grew strongerE
This way you perform the Grand InquisitorE
When the weather sends you a chance visitorE
You are the men and wisdom shall die with youB2
And none of the old Seven Churches vie with youB2
But still despite the pretty perfectionQ
To which you carry your trick of exclusivenessP
And taking God's word under wise protectionQ
Correct its tendency to diffusivenessP
And bid one reach it over hot ploughsharesP
Still as I say though you've found salvationQ
If I should choose to cry as now 'Shares '-
See if the best of you bars me my rationQ
I prefer if you please for my expounderE
Of the laws of the feast the feast's own FounderE
Mine's the same right with your poorest and sickliestS
Supposing I don the marriage vestimentS
So shut your mouth and open your TestamentS
And carve me my portion at your quickliestS
Accordingly as a shoemaker's ladS
With wizened face in want of soapC2
And wet apron wound round his waist like a ropeC2
After stopping outside for his cough was badS
To get the fit over poor gentle creatureE
And so avoid distrubing the preacherE
Passed in I sent my elbow spikewiseP
At the shutting door and entered likewiseP
Received the hinge's accustomed greetingM
And crossed the threshold's magic pentacleJ
And found myself in full conventicleJ
To wit in Zion Chapel MeetingM
On the Christmas Eve of 'Forty nineD2
Which calling its flock to their special cloverE
Found all assembled and one sheep overE
Whose lot as the weather pleased was mineD2
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I very soon had enough of itS
The hot smell and the human noisesP
And my neighbor's coat the greasy cuff of itS
Were a pebble stone that a child's hand poisesP
Compared with the pig of lead like pressureE
Of the preaching man's immense stupidityS
As he poured his doctrine forth full measureE
To meet his audience's avidityS
You needed not the wit of the SibylJ
To guess the cause of it all in a twinklingM
No sooner our friend had got an inklingM
Of treasure hid in the Holy BibleJ
Whene'er 't was the thought first struck himU
How death at unawares might duck himU
Deeper than the grave and quenchE2
The gin shop's light in hell's grim drenchE2
Than he handled it so in fine irreverenceP
As to hug the book of books to piecesP
And a patchwork of chapters and texts in severanceP
Not improved by the private dog's ears and creasesP
Having clothed his own soul with he'd fain see equipt yoursP
So tossed you again your Holy ScripturesP
And you picked them up in a sense no doubtS
Nay had but a single face of my neighborsP
Appeared to suspect that the preacher's laborsP
Were help which the world could be saved withoutS
'T is odds but I might have borne in quietS
A qualm or two at my spiritual dietS
Or who can tell perchance even musteredS
Somewhat to urge in behalf of the sermonQ
But the flock sat on divinely flusteredS
Sniffing methought its dew of HermonQ
With such content in every snuffleJ
As the devil inside us loves to ruffleJ
My old fat woman purred with pleasureE
And thumb round thumb went twirling fasterE
While she to his periods keeping measureE
Maternally devoured the pastorE
The man with the handkerchief untied itS
Showed us a horrible wen inside itS
Gave his eyelids yet another screwingM
And rocked himself as the woman was doingM
The shoemaker's lad discreetly chokingM
Kept down his cough 'T was too provokingM
My gorge rose at the nonsense and stuff of itS
So saying like Eve when she plucked the appleJ
I wanted a taste and now there's enough of itS
I flung out of the little chapelJ
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There was a lull in the rain a lullJ
In the wind too the moon was risenQ
And would have shone out pure and fullJ
But for the ramparted cloud prisonQ
Block on block built up in the WestS
For what purpose the wind knows bestS
Who changes his mind continuallyJ
And the empty other half of the skyA
Seemed in its silence as if it knewB2
What any moment might look throughB2
A chance gap in that fortress massyP
Through its fissures you got hintsP
Of the flying moon by the shifting tintsP
Now a dull lion color now brassyP
Burning to yellow and whitest yellowJ
Like furnace smoke just ere flames bellowJ
All a simmer with intense strainD
To let her through then blank againC
At the hope of her appearance failingM
Just by the chapel a break in the railingM
Shows a narrow path directly acrossP
'T is ever dry walking there on the mossP
Besides you go gently all the way up hillJ
I stooped under and soon felt betterE
My head grew lighter my limbs more suppleJ
As I walked on glad to have slipt the fetterE
My mind was full of the scene I had leftS
That placid flock that pastor vociferantS
How this outside was pure and differentS
The sermon now what a mingled weftS
Of good and ill Were either lessP
Its fellow had colored the whole distinctlyP
But alas for the excellent earnestnessP
And the truths quite true if stated succinctlyP
But as surely false in their quaint presentmentS
However to pastor and flock's contentmentS
Say rather such truths looked false to your eyesP
With his provings and parallels twisted and twinedS
Till how could you know them grown double their sizeP
In the natural fog of the good man's mindS
Like yonder spots of our roadside lampsP
Haloed about with the common's dampsP
Truth remains true the fault's in the proverE
The zeal was good and the aspirationQ
And yet and yet yet fifty times overE
Pharaoh received no demonstrationQ
By his Baker's dream of Baskets ThreeE
Of the doctrine of the TrinityE
Although as our preacher thus embellished itS
Apparently his hearers relished itS
With so unfeigned a gust who knows ifY
They did not prefer our friend to JosephY
But so it is everywhere one way with all of themF2
These people have really felt no doubtS
A something the motion they style the Call of themF2
And this is their method of bringing aboutS
By a mechanism of words and tonesP
So many texts in so many groansP
A sort of reviving and reproducingM
More or less perfectly who can tellJ
The mood itself which strengthens by usingM
And how that happens I understand wellJ
A tune was born in my head last weekW
Out of the thump thump and shriek shriekW
Of the train as I came by it up from ManchesterE
And when next week I take it back againC
My head will sing to the engine's clack againC
While it only makes my neighbor's haunches stirE
Finding no dormant musical sproutS
In him as in me to be jolted outS
'T is the taught already that profits by teachingM
He gets no more from the railway's preachingM
Than from this preacher who does the rail's officer IA
Whom therefore the flock cast a jealous eye onR
Still why paint over their door Mount ZionQ
To which all flesh shall come saith the pro phecyP
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But wherefore be harsh on a single caseP
After how many modes this Christmas EveY
Does the self same weary thing take placeP
The same endeavor to make you believeY
And with much the same effect no moreE
Each method abundantly convincingM
As I say to those convinced beforeE
But scarce to be swallowed without wincingM
By the not as yet convinced For meE
I have my own church equallyE
And in this church my faith sprang firstS
I said as I reached the rising groundS
And the wind began again with a burstS
Of rain in my face and a glad reboundS
From the heart beneath as if God speeding meE
I entered his church door nature leading meE
In youth I looked to these very skiesP
And probing their immensitiesP
I found God there his visible powerE
Yet felt in my heart amid all its senseP
Of the power an equal evidenceP
That his love there too was the nobler dowerE
For the loving worm within its clodS
Were diviner than a loveless godS
Amid his worlds I will dare to sayP
You know what I mean God's all man's naughtS
But also God whose pleasure broughtS
Man into being stands awayP
As it were a handbreadth off to giveY
Room for the newly made to liveY
And look at him from a place apartS
And use his gifts of brain and heartS
Given indeed but to keep foreverE
Who speaks of man then must not severE
Man's very elements from manG2
Saying But all is God's whose planG2
Was to create man and then leave himU
Able his own word saith to grieve himU
But able to glorify him tooS
As a mere machine could never doS
That prayed or praised all unawareE
Of its fitness for aught but praise and prayerE
Made perfect as a thing of courseP
Man therefore stands on his own stockH2
Of love and power as a pin point rockH2
And looking to God who ordained divorceP
Of the rock from his boundless continentS
Sees in his power made evidentS
Only excess by a million foldS
O'er the power God gave man in the mouldS
For note man's hand first formed to carryE
A few pounds' weight when taught to marryE
Its strength with an engine's lifts a mountainQ
Advancing in power by one degreeE
And why count steps through eternityE
But love is the ever springing fountainQ
Man may enlarge or narrow his bedS
For the water's play but the water headS
How can he multiply or reduce itS
As easy create it as cause it to ceaseP
He may profit by it or abuse itS
But 't is not a thing to bear increaseP
As power does be love less or moreE
In the heart of man he keeps it shutS
Or opes it wide as he pleases butS
Love's sum remains what it was beforeE
So gazing up in my youth at loveY
As seen through power ever aboveY
All modes which make it manifestS
My soul brought all to a single testS
That he the Eternal First and LastS
Who in his power had so surpassedS
All man conceives of what is mightS
Whose wisdom too showed infiniteS
Would prove as infinitely goodS
Would never my soul understoodS
With power to work all love desiresP
Bestow e'en less than man requiresP
That he who endlessly was teachingM
Above my spirit's utmost reachingM
What love can do in the leaf or stoneI2
So that to master this aloneI2
This done in the stone or leaf for meE
I must go on learning endlesslyE
Would never need that I in turnJ2
Should point him out defect unheededS
And show that God had yet to learnJ2
What the meanest human creature neededS
Not life to wit for a few short yearsP
Tracking his way through doubts and fearsP
While the stupid earth on which I stayP
Suffers no change but passive addsP
Its myriad years to myriadsP
Though I he gave it to decayP
Seeing death come and choose about meE
And my dearest ones depart without meE
No love which on earth amid all the shows of itS
Has ever been seen the sole good of life in itS
The love ever growing there spite of the strife in itS
Shall arise made perfect from death's repose of itS
And I shall behold thee face to faceP
O God and in thy light retraceP
How in all I loved here still wast thouK2
Whom pressing to then as I fain would nowK2
I shall find as able to satiateS
The love thy gift as my spirit's wonderE
Thou art able to quicken and sublimateS
With this sky of thine that I now walk underE
And glory in thee for as I gazeP
Thus thus Oh let men keep their waysP
Of seeking thee in a narrow shrineD2
Be this my way And this is mineD2
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For lo what think you suddenlyE
The rain and the wind ceased and the skyA
Received at once the full fruitionQ
Of the moon's consummate apparitionQ
The black cloud barricade was rivenQ
Ruined beneath her feet and drivenQ
Deep in the West while bare and breathlessP
North and South and East lay readyE
For a glorious thing that dauntless deathlessP
Sprang across them and stood steadyE
'T was a moon rainbow vast and perfectS
From heaven to heaven extending perfectS
As the mother moon's self full in faceP
It rose distinctly at the baseP
With its seven proper colors chordedS
Which still in the rising were compressedS
Until at last they coalescedS
And supreme the spectral creature lordedS
In a triumph of whitest whiteS
Above which intervened the nightS
But above night too like only the nextS
The second of a wondrous sequenceP
Reaching in rare and rarer frequenceP
Till the heaven of heavens were circumflexedS
Another rainbow rose a mightierE
Fainter flushier and flightierE
Rapture dying along its vergeL2
Oh whose foot shall I see emergeL2
Whose from the straining topmost darkM2
On to the keystone of that areE
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This sight was shown me there and thenC
Me one out of a world of menC
Singled forth as the chance might hapN2
To another if in a thunderclapN2
Where I heard noise and you saw flameO2
Some one man knew God called his nameO2
For me I think I said AppearE
Good were it to be ever hereE
If thou wilt let me build to theeE
Service tabernacles threeE
Where forever in thy presenceP
In ecstatic acquiescenceP
Far alike from thriftless learningM
And ignorance's undiscerningM
I may worship and remainD
Thus at the show above me gazingM
With upturned eyes I felt my brainD
Glutted with the glory blazingM
Throughout its whole mass over and underE
Until at length it burst asunderE
And out of it bodily there streamedS
The too much glory as it seemedS
Passing from out me to the groundS
Then palely serpentining roundS
Into the dark with mazy errorE
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All at once I looked up with terrorE
He was thereE
He himself with his human airE
On the narrow pathway just beforeE
I saw the back of him no moreE
He had left the chapel then as IA
I forgot all about the skyA
No face only the sightS
Of a sweepy garment vast and whiteS
With a hem that I could recognizeP
I felt terror no surpriseP
My mind filled with the cataractS
At one bound of the mighty factS
I remember he did sayP
Doubtless that to this world's endS
Where two or three should meet and prayP
He would be in the midst their friendS
Certainly he was there with themF2
And my pulses leaped for joyP2
Of the golden thought without alloyP2
That I saw his very vesture's hemF2
Then rushed the blood back cold and clearE
With a fresh enhancing shiver of fearE
And I hastened cried out while I pressedS
To the salvation of the vestS
But not so Lord It cannot beE
That thou indeed art leaving meE
Me that have despised thy friendsP
Did my heart make no amendsP
Thou art the love of God aboveA
His power didst hear me place his loveA
And that was leaving the world for theeE
Therefore thou must not turn from meE
As I had chosen the other partS
Folly and pride o'ercame my heartS
Our best is bad nor bears thy testS
Still it should be our very bestS
I thought it best that thou the spiritS
Be worshipped in spirit and in truthQ2
And in beauty as even we require itS
Not in the forms burlesque uncouthQ2
I left but now as scarcely fittedS
For thee I knew not what I pitiedS
But all I felt there right or wrongM
What is it to thee who curest sinningM
Am I not weak as thou art strongM
I have looked to thee from the beginningM
Straight up to thee through all the worldS
Which like an idle scroll lay furledS
To nothingness on either sideS
And since the time thou wast descriedS
Spite of the weak heart so have IA
Lived ever and so fain would dieA
Living and dying thee beforeE
But if thou leavest meE
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Less or moreE
I suppose that I spoke thusP
When have mercy Lord on usP
The whole face turned upon me fullJ
And I spread myself beneath itS
As when the bleacher spreads to seethe itS
In the cleansing sun his woolJ
Steeps in the flood of noontide whitenessP
Some defiled discolored webR2
So lay I saturate with brightnessP
And when the flood appeared to ebbR2
Lo I was walking light and swiftS
With my senses settling fast and steadyingM
But my body caught up in the whirl and driftS
Of the vesture's amplitude still eddyingM
On just before me still to be followedS
As it carried me after with its motionQ
What shall I say as a path were hollowedS
And a man went weltering through the oceanQ
Sucked along in the flying wakeM
Of the luminous water snakeM
Darkness and cold were cloven as throughS
I passed upborne yet walking tooS
And I turned to myself at intervalsP
So he said so it befallsP
God who registers the cupN2
Of mere cold water for his sakeM
To a disciple rendered upN2
Disdains not his own thirst to slakeM
At the poorest love was ever offeredS
And because my heart I profferedS
With true love trembling at the brimU
He suffers me to follow himU
Forever my own way dispensedS
From seeking to be influencedS
By all the less immediate waysP
That earth in worships manifoldS
Adopts to reach by prayer and praiseP
The garment's hem which lo I holdS
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And so we crossed the world and stoppedS
For where am I in city or plainD
Since I am 'ware of the world againC
And what is this that rises proppedS
With pillars of prodigious girthS2
Is it really on the earthS2
This miraculous Dome of GodS
Has the angel's measuring rodS
Which numbered cubits gem from gemF2
'T wixt the gates of the New JerusalemT2
Meted it out and what he metedS
Have the sons of men completedS
Binding ever as he badeS
Columns in the colonnadeS
With arms wide open to embraceP
The entry of the human raceP
To the breast of what is it yon buildingM
Ablaze in front all paint and gildingM
With marble for brick and stones of priceP
For garniture of the edificeP
Now I see it is no dreamU2
It stands there and it does not seemU2
Forever in pictures thus it looksP
And thus I have read of it in booksP
Often in England leagues awayP
And wondered how these fountains playP
Growing up eternallyE
Each to a musical water treeE
Whose blossoms drop a glittering boonV2
Before my eyes in the light of the moonV2
To the granite lavers underneathW2
Liar and dreamer in your teethW2
I the sinner that speak to youS
Was in Rome this night and stood and knewS
Both this and more For see for seeE
The dark is rent mine eye is freeE
To pierce the crust of the outer wallJ
And I view inside and all there allJ
As the swarming hollow of a hiveA
The whole Basilica aliveA
Men in the chancel body and naveA
Men on the pillars' architraveA
Men on the statues men on the tombsP
With popes and kings in their porphyry wombsP
All famishing in expectationQ
Of the main altar's consummationQ
For see for see the rapturous momentS
Approaches and earth's best endowmentS
Blends with heaven's the taper firesP
Pant up the winding brazen spiresP
Heave loftier yet the baldachinQ
The incense gaspings long kept inQ
Suspire in clouds the organ blatantS
Holds his breath and grovels latentS
As if God's hushing finger grazed himU
Like Behemoth when he praised himU
At the silver bell's shrill tinklingM
Quick cold drops of terror sprinklingM
On the sudden pavement strewedS
With faces of the multitudeS
Earth breaks up time drops awayP
In flows heaven with its new dayP
Of endless life when He who trodS
Very man and very GodS
This earth in weakness shame and painQ
Dying the death whose signs remainQ
Up yonder on the accursed treeE
Shall come again no more to beE
Of captivity the thrallJ
But the one God All in allJ
King of kings Lord of lordsP
As His servant John received the wordsP
I died and live forevermoreE
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Yet I was left outside the doorE
Why sit I here on the threshold stoneQ
Left till He return aloneQ
Save for the garment's extreme foldS
Abandoned still to bless my holdS
My reason to my doubt repliedS
As if a book were opened wideS
And at a certain page I tracedS
Every record undefacedS
Added by successive yearsP
The harvestings of truth's stray earsP
Singly gleaned and in one sheafA
Bound together for beliefA
Yes I said that he will goM
And sit with these in turn I knowM
Their faith's heart beats though her head swimsP
Too giddily to guide her limbsP
Disabled by their palsy strokeM
From propping mine Though Rome's gross yokeM
Drops off no more to be enduredS
Her teaching is not so obscuredS
By errors and perversitiesP
That no truth shines athwart the liesP
And he whose eye detects a sparkM
Even where to man's the whole seems darkM
May well see flame where each beholderE
Acknowledges the embers smoulderE
But I a mere man fear to quitS
The clue God gave me as most fitS
To guide my footsteps through life's mazeP
Because himself discerns all waysP
Open to reach him I a manQ
Able to mark where faith beganQ
To swerve aside till from its summitS
Judgment drops her damning plummetS
Pronouncing such a fatal spaceP
Departed from the founder's baseP
He will not bid me enter tooS
But rather sit as now I doS
Awaiting his return outsideS
'T was thus my reason straight repliedS
And joyously I turned and pressedS
The garment's skirt upon my breastS
Until afresh its light suffusing meE
My heart cried What has been abusing meE
That I should wait here lonely and coldlyE
Instead of rising entering boldlyE
Baring truth's face and letting driftS
Her veils of lies as they choose to shiftS
Do these men praise him I will raiseP
My voice up to their point of praiseP
I see the error but aboveA
The scope of error see the loveA
Oh love of those first Christian daysP
Fanned so soon into a blazeP
From the spark preserved by the trampled sectS
That the antique sovereign IntellectS
Which then sat ruling in the worldS
Like a change in dreams was hurledS
From the throne he reigned uponQ
You looked up and he was goneQ
Gone his glory of the penQ
Love with Greece and Rome in kenQ
Bade her scribes abhor the trickM
Of poetry and rhetoricM
And exult with hearts set freeE
In blessed imbecilityS
Scrawled perchance on some torn sheetS
Leaving Sallust incompleteS
Gone his pride of sculptor painterE
Love while able to acquaint herE
While the thousand statues yetS
Fresh from chisel pictures wetS
From brush she saw on every sideS
Chose rather with an infant's prideS
To frame those portents which impartS
Such unction to true Christian ArtS
Gone music too The air was stirredS
By happy wings Terpander's birdS
That when the cold came fled awayP
Would tarry not the wintry dayP
As more enduring sculpture mustS
Till filthy saints rebuked the gustS
With which they chanced to get a sightS
Of some dear naked AphroditeS
They glanced a thought above the toes ofA
By breaking zealously her nose offA
Love surely from that music's lingeringM
Might have filched her organ fingeringM
Nor chosen rather to set prayingsP
To hog grunts praises to horse neighingsP
Love was the startling thing the newS
Love was the all sufficient tooS
And seeing that you see the restS
As a babe can find its mother's breastS
As well in darkness as in lightS
Love shut our eyes and all seemed rightS
True the world's eyes are open nowQ
Less need for me to disallowQ
Some few that keep Love's zone unbuckledS
Peevish as ever to be suckledS
Lulled by the same old baby prattleJ
With intermixture of the rattleJ
When she would have them creep stand steadyS
Upon their feet or walk alreadyS
Not to speak of trying to climbX2
I will be wise another timeX2
And not desire a wall between usP
When next I see a church roof coverE
So many species of one genusP
All with foreheads bearing loverE
Written above the earnest eyes of themF2
All with breasts that beat for beautyS
Whether sublimed to the surprise of themF2
In noble daring steadfast dutyS
The heroic in passion or in actionQ
Or lowered for sense's satisfactionQ
To the mere outside of human creaturesP
Mere perfect form and faultless featuresP
What with all Rome here whence to levyS
Such contributions to their appetiteS
With women and men in a gorgeous bevyS
They take as it were a padlock clap it tightS
On their southern eyes restrained from feedingM
On the glories of their ancient readingM
On the beauties of their modern singingM
On the wonders of the builder's bringingM
On the majesties of Art around themF2
And all these loves late struggling incessantS
When faith has at last united and bound themF2
They offer up to God for a presentS
Why I will on the whole be rather proud of itS
And only taking the act in referenceP
To the other recipients who might have allowed itS
I will rejoice that God had the preferenceP
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So I summed up my new resolvesP
Too much love there can never beS
And where the intellect devolvesP
Its function on love exclusivelyS
I a man who possesses bothY2
Will accept the provision nothing lothZ2
Will feast my love then depart elsewhereE
That my intellect may find its shareE
And ponder O soul the while thou departestS
And see thou applaud the great heart of the artistS
Who examining the capabilitiesP
Of the block of marble he has to fashionQ
Into a type of thought or passionQ
Not always using obvious facilitiesP
Shapes it as any artist canQ
Into a perfect symmetrical manQ
Complete from head to foot of the life sizeP
Such as old Adam stood in his wife's eyesP
But now and then bravely aspires to consummateS
A Colossus by no means so easy to come atS
And uses the whole of his block for the bustS
Leaving the mind of the public to finish itS
Since cut it ruefully short he mustS
On the face alone he expends his devotionQ
He rather would mar than resolve to diminish itS
Saying Applaud me for this grand notionQ
Of what a face may be As for completing itS
In breast and body and limbs do that youS
All hail I fancy how happily meeting itS
A trunk and legs would perfect the statueS
Could man carve so as to answer volitionQ
And how much nobler than petty cavilsP
Were a hope to find in my spirit travelsP
Some artist of another ambitionQ
Who having a block to carve no biggerE
Has spent his power on the opposite questS
And believed to begin at the feet was bestS
For so may I see ere I die the whole figureE
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No sooner said than out in the nightS
My heart beat lighter and more lightS
And still as before I was walking swiftS
With my senses settling fast and steadyingM
But my body caught up in the whirl and driftS
Of the vesture's amplitude still eddyingM
On just before me still to be followedS
As it carried me after with its motionQ
What shall I say as a path were hollowedS
And a man went weltering through the oceanQ
Sucked along in the flying wakeM
Of the luminous water snakeM
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Alone I am left alone once moreE
Save for the garment's extreme foldS
Abandoned still to bless my holdS
Alone beside the entrance doorE
Of a sort of temple perhaps a collegeA3
Like nothing I ever saw beforeE
At home in England to my knowledgeB3
The tall old quaint irregular townQ
It may be though which I can't affirn anyS
Of the famous middle age towns of GermanyS
And this flight of stairs where I sit downQ
Is it Halle Weimar Cassel FrankfortS
Or Gottingen I have to thank for 'tS
It may be Gottingen most likelyS
Through the open door I catch obliquelyS
Glimpses of a lecture hallJ
And not a bad assembly neitherE
Ranged decent and symmetricalJ
On benches waiting what's to see thereE
Which holding still by the vesture's hemF2
I also resolve to see with themF2
Cautious this time how I suffer to slipN2
The chance of joining in fellowshipN2
With any that call themselves his friendsP
As these folks do I have a notionQ
But hist a buzzing and emotionQ
All settle themselves the while ascendsP
By the creaking rail to the lecture deskM
Step by step deliberateS
Because of his cranium's over freightS
Three parts sublime to one grotesqueM
If I have proved an accurate guesserE
The hawk nosed high cheekboned ProfessorE
I felt at once as if there ranQ
A shoot of love from my heart to the manQ
That sallow virgin minded studiousP
Martyr to mild enthusiasmT2
As he uttered a kind of cough preludiousP
That woke my sympathetic spasmT2
Beside some spitting that made me sorryS
And stood surveying his auditoryS
With a wan pure look wellnigh celestialJ
Those blue eyes had survived so muchC3
While under the foot they could not smutchC3
Lay all the fleshly and the bestialJ
Over he bowed and arranged his notesP
Till the auditory's clearing of throatsP
Was done with died into a silenceP
And when each glance was upward sentS
Each bearded mouth composed intentS
And a pin might be heard drop half a mile henceP
He pushed back higher his spectaclesP
Let the eyes stream out like lamps from cellsP
And giving his head of hair a hakeM
Of undressed tow for color and quantityS
One rapid and impatient shakeM
As our own young England adjusts a jaunty tieS
When about to impart on mature digestionQ
Some thrilling view of the surplice questionQ
The Professor's grave voice sweet though hoarseP
Broke into his Christmas Eve discourseP
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And he began it by observingM
How reason dictated that menQ
Should rectify the natural swervingM
By a reversion now and thenQ
To the well heads of knowledge fewS
And far away whence rolling grewS
The life stream wide whereat we drinkM
Commingled as we needs must thinkM
With waters alien to the sourceP
To do which aimed this eve's discourseP
Since where could be a fitter timeX2
For tracing backward to its primeX2
This Christianity this lakeM
This reservoir whereat we slakeM
From one or other bank our thirstS
So he proposed inquiring firstS
Into the various sources whenceP
This Myth of Christ is derivableJ
Demanding from the evidenceP
Since plainly no such life was livableJ
How these phenomena should classP
Whether 't were best opine Christ wasP
Or never was at all or whetherE
He was and was not both togetherE
It matters little for the nameO2
So the idea be left the sameO2
Only for practical purpose' sakeM
'T was obviously as well to takeM
The popular story understandingM
How the ineptitude of the timeX2
And the penman's prejudice expandingM
Fact into fable fit for the climeX2
Had by slow and sure degrees translated itS
Into this myth this IndividuumX2
Which when reason had strained and abated itS
Of foreign matter left for residuumX2
A Man a right true man howeverE
Whose work was worthy a man's endeavorE
Work that gave warrant almost sufficientS
To his disciples for rather believingM
He was just omnipotent and omniscientS
As it gives to us for as frankly receivingM
His word their tradition which though it meantS
Something entirely differentS
From all that those who only heard itS
In their simplicity thought and averred itS
Had yet a meaning quite as respectableJ
For among other doctrines delectableJ
Was he not surely the first to insist onQ
The natural sovereignty of our raceP
Here the lecturer came to a pausing placeP
And while his cough like a droughty pistonQ
Tried to dislodge the husk that grew to himX2
I seized the occasion of bidding adieu to himX2
The vesture still within my handS
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I could interpret its commandS
This time he would not bid me enterE
The exhausted air bell of the CriticM
Truth's atmosphere may grow mephiticM
When Papist struggles with DissenterE
Impregnating its pristine clarityS
One by his daily fare's vulgarityS
Its gust of broken meat and garlicM
One by his soul's too much presumingM
To turn the frankincense's fumingM
And vapors of the candle starlikeM
Into the cloud her wings she buoys onQ
Each that thus sets the pure air seethingM
May poison it for healthy breathingM
But the Critic leaves no air to poisonQ
Pumps out with ruthless ingenuityS
Atom by atom and leaves you vacuityS
Thus much of Christ does he rejectS
And what retain His intellectS
What is it I must reverence dulyS
Poor intellect for worship trulyS
Which tells me simply what was toldS
If mere morality bereftS
Of the God in Christ be all that's leftS
Elsewhere by voices manifoldS
With this advantage that the staterE
Made nowise the important stumbleJ
Of adding he the sage and humbleJ
Was also one with the CreatorE
You urge Christ's followers' simplicityS
But how does shifting blame evade itS
Have wisdom's words no more felicityS
The stumbling block his speech who laid itS
How comes it that for one found ableJ
To sift the truth of it from fableJ
Millions believe it to the letterE
Christ's goodness then does that fare betterE
Strange goodness which upon the scoreE
Of being goodness the mere dueS
Of man to fellow man much moreE
To God should take another viewS
Of its possessor's privilegeB3
And bid him rule his race You pledgeD3
Your fealty to such rule What allJ
From heavenly John and Attic PaulJ
And that brave weather battered PeterE
Whose stout faith only stood completerE
For buffets sinning to be pardonedS
As more his hands hauled nets they hard enedS
All down to you the man of menQ
Professing here at GottingenQ
Compose Christ's flock They you and IS
Are sheep of a good man And whyS
The goodness how did he acquire itS
Was it self gained did God inspire itS
Choose which then tell me on what groundS
Should its possessor dare propoundS
His claim to rise o'er us an inchC3
Were goodness all some man's inventionQ
Who arbitrarily made mentionQ
What we should follow and whence flinchC3
What qualities might take the styleJ
Of right and wrong and had such guessingM
Met with as general acquiescingM
As graced the alphabet erewhileJ
When A got leave an Ox to beS
No Camel quoth the Jews like GS
For thus inventing thing and titleJ
Worship were that man's fit requitalJ
But if the common conscience mustS
Be ultimately judge adjustS
Its apt name to each qualityS
Already known I would decreeS
Worship for such mere demonstrationQ
And simple work of nomenclatureE
Only the day I praised not natureE
But Harvey for the circulationQ
I would praise such a Christ with prideS
And joy that he as none besideS
Had taught us how to keep the mindS
God gave him as God gave his kindS
Freer than they from fleshly taintS
I would call such a Christ our SaintS
As I declare our Poet himX2
Whose insight makes all others dimX2
A thousand poets pried at lifeS
And only one amid the strifeS
Rose to be Shakespeare each shall takeM
His crown I'd say for the world's sakeM
Though some objected Had we seenQ
The heart and head of each what screenQ
Was broken there to give them lightS
While in ourselves it shuts the sightS
We should no more admire perchanceP
That these found truth out at a glanceP
Than marvel how the bat discernsP
Some pitch dark cavern's fifty turnsP
Led by a finer tact a giftS
He boasts which other birds must shiftS
Without and grope as best they canQ
No freely I would praise the manQ
Nor one whit more if he contendedS
That gift of his from God descendedS
Ah friend what gift of man's does notS
No nearer something by a jotS
Rise an infinity of nothingsP
Than one take Euclid for your teacherE
Distinguish kinds do crownings clothingsP
Make that creator which was creatureE
Multiply gifts upon man's headS
And what when all 's done shall be saidS
But the more gifted he I weenQ
That one's made Christ this other PilateS
And this might be all that has beenQ
So what is there to frown or smile atS
What is left for us save in growthY2
Of soul to rise up far past bothY2
From the gift looking to the giverE
And from the cistern to the riverE
And from the finite to infinityS
And from man's dust to God's divinityS
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Take all in a word the truth in God's breastS
Lies trace for trace upon ours impressedS
Though he is so bright and we so dimX2
We are made in his image to witness himX2
And were no eye in us to tellJ
Instructed by no inner senseP
The light of heaven from the dark of hellJ
That light would want its evidenceP
Though justice good and truth were stillJ
Divine if by some demon's willJ
Hatred and wrong had been proclaimedS
Law through the worlds and right misnamedS
No mere exposition of moralityS
Made or in part or in totalityS
Should win you to give it worship thereforeE
And if no better proof you will care forE
Whom do you count the worst man upon earthS2
Be sure he knows in his conscience moreE
Of what right is than arrives at birthS2
In the best man's acts that we bow beforeE
This last knows better true but my fact isP
'T is one thing to know and another to practiceP
And thence I conclude that the real God functionQ
Is to furnish a motive and injunctionQ
For practising what we know alreadyS
And such an injunction and such a motiveS
As the God in Christ do you waive and headyS
High minded hang your tablet votiveS
Outside the fane on a finger postS
Morality to the uttermostS
Supreme in Christ as we all confessP
Why need we prove would avail no jotS
To make him God if God he were notS
What is the point where himself lays stressP
Does the precept run Believe in goodS
In justice truth now understoodS
For the first time or Believe in meS
Who lived and died yet essentiallyS
Am Lord of Life Whoever can takeM
The same to his heart and for mere love's sakeM
Conceive of the love that man obtainsP
A new truth no conviction gainsP
Of an old one only made intenseP
By a fresh appeal to his faded senseP
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Can it be that he stays insideS
Is the vesture left me to commune withE3
Could my soul find aught to sing in tune withE3
Even at this lecture if she triedS
Oh let me at lowest sympathizeP
With the lurking drop of blood that liesP
In the desiccated brain's white rootsP
Without throb for Christ's attributesP
As the lecturer makes his special boastS
If love's dead there it has left a ghostS
Admire we how from heart to brainQ
Though to say so strike the doctors dumbX2
One instinct rises and falls againQ
Restoring the equilibriumX2
And how when the Critic had done his bestS
And the pearl of price at reason's testS
Lay dust and ashes levigableS
On the Professor's lecture tableS
When we looked for the inference and monitionQ
That our faith reduced to such conditionQ
Be swept forthwith to its natural dust holeS
He bids us when we least expect itS
Take back our faith if it be not just wholeS
Yet a pearl indeed as his tests affect itS
Which fact pays damage done rewardinglyS
So prize we our dust and ashes accordinglyS
Go home and venerate the mythF3
I thus have experimented withE3
This man continue to adore himX2
Rather than all who went before himX2
And all who ever followed afterE
Surely for this I may praise you my brotherE
Will you take the praise in tears or laughterE
That's one point gained can I compass anotherE
Unlearned love was safe from spurningM
Can't we respect your loveless learningM
Let us at least give learning honorE
What laurels had we showered upon herE
Girding her loins up to perturbG3
Our theory of the Middle VerbG3
Or Turk like brandishing a scimitarE
O'er anapaests in comic trimeterE
Or curing the halt and maimed IketidesP
While we lounged on at our indebted easeP
Instead of which a tricksy demonQ
Sets her at Titus or PhilemonQ
When ignorance wags his ears of leatherE
And hates God's word 't is altogetherE
Nor leaves he his congenial thistlesP
To go and browse on Paul's EpistlesP
And you the audience who might ravageA3
The world wide enviably savageB3
Nor heed the cry of the retrieverE
More than Herr Heine before his feverE
I do not tell a lie so arrantS
As say my passion's wings are furled upN2
And without plainest heavenly warrantS
I were ready and glad to give the world upN2
But still when you rub brow meticulousP
And ponder the profit of turning holyS
If not for God's for your own sake solelyS
God forbid I should find you ridiculousP
Deduce from this lecture all that eases youS
Nay call yourselves if the calling pleases youS
Christians abhor the deist's pravityS
Go on you shall no more move my gravityS
Than when I see boys ride a cockhorseP
I find it in my heart to embarrass themX2
By hinting that their stick's a mock horseP
And they really carry what they say carries themX2
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So sat I talking with my mindS
I did not long to leave the doorE
And find a new church as beforeE
But rather was quiet and inclinedS
To prolong and enjoy the gentle restingM
From further tracking and trying and testingM
This tolerance is a genial moodS
Said I and a little pause ensuedS
One trims the bark 'twixt shoal and shelfS
And sees each side the good effects of itS
A value for religion's selfS
A carelessness about the sects of itS
Let me enjoy my own convictionQ
Not watch my neighbor's faith with fretfulnessP
Still spying there some derelictionQ
Of truth perversity forgetfulnessP
Better a mild indifferentismX2
Teaching that both our faiths thoughM
His shine through a dull spirit's prismX2
Originally had one colorE
Better pursue a pilgrimageB3
Through ancient and through modern timesP
To many peoples various climesP
Where I may see saint savage sageH3
Fuse their respective creeds in oneQ
Before the general Father's throneQ
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'T was the horrible storm began afreshC3
The black night caught me in his meshC3
Whirled me up and flung me proneQ
I was left on the college step aloneQ
I looked and far there ever fleetingM
Far far away the receding gestureE
And looming of the lessening vestureE
Swept forward from my stupid handS
While I watched my foolish heart expandS
In the lazy glow of benevolenceP
O'er the various modes of man's beliefS
I sprang up with fear's vehemenceP
Needs must there be one way our chiefS
Best way of worship let me striveS
To find it and when found contriveS
My fellows also take their shareE
This constitutes my earthly careE
God's is above it and distinctS
For I a man with men am linkedS
And not a brute with brutes no gainQ
That I experience must remainQ
Unshared but should my best endeavorE
To share it fail subsisteth everE
God's care above and I exultS
That God by God's own ways occultS
May doth I will believe bring backM
All wanderers to a single trackM
Meantime I can but testifyS
God's care for me no more can IS
It is but for myself I knowM
The world rolls witnessing around meX2
Only to leave me as it found meX2
Men cry there but my ear is slowM
Their races flourish or decayM
What boots it while yon lucid wayM
Loaded with stars divides the vaultS
But soon my soul repairs its faultS
When sharpening sense's hebetudeS
She turns on my own life So viewedS
No mere mote's breadth but teems immenseP
With witnessings of providenceP
And woe to me if when I lookM
Upon that record the sole bookM
Unsealed to me I take no heedS
Of any warning that I readS
Have I been sure this Christmas EveS
God's own hand did the rainbow weaveS
Whereby the truth from heaven slidS
Into my soul I cannot bidS
The world admit he stooped to healS
My soul as if in a thunder pealS
Where one heard noise and one saw flameX2
I only knew he named my nameX2
But what is the world to me for sorrowM
Or joy in its censure when to morrowM
It drops the remark with just turned headS
Then on again That man is deadS
Yes but for me my name called drawnQ
As a conscript's lot from the lap's black yawnQ
He has dipt into on a battle dawnQ
Bid out of life by a nod a glanceP
Stumbling mute mazed at nature's chanceP
With a rapid finger circled roundS
Fixed to the first poor inch of groundS
To fight from where his foot was foundS
Whose ear but a minute since lay freeX2
To the wide camp's buzz and gossipryX2
Summoned a solitary manQ
To end his life where his life beganQ
From the safe glad rear to the dreadful vanQ
Soul of mine hadst thou caught and heldS
By the hem of the vestureX2
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And I caughtS
At the flying robe and unrepelledS
Was lapped again in its folds full fraughtS
With warmth and wonder and delightS
God's mercy being infiniteS
For scarce had the words escaped my tongueM
When at a passionate bound I sprungM
Out of the wondering world of rainQ
Into the little chapel againQ
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How else was I found there bolt uprightS
On my bench as if I had never left itS
Never flung out on the common at nightS
Nor met the storm and wedge like cleft itS
Seen the raree show of Peter's successorX2
Or the laboratory of the ProfessorX2
For the Vision that was true I wistS
True as that heaven and earth existS
There sat my friend the yellow and tallS
With his neck and its wen in the selfsame placeP
Yet my nearest neighbor's cheek showed gallS
She had slid away a contemptuous spaceP
And the old fat woman late so placableS
Eyed me with symptoms hardly mistakableS
Of her milk of kindness turning rancidS
In short a spectator might have fanciedS
That I had nodded betrayed by slumberX2
Yet kept my seat a warning ghastlyS
Through the heads of the sermon nine in numberX2
And woke up now at the tenth and lastlyS
But again could such disgrace have happenedS
Each friend at my elbow had surely nudged itS
And as for the sermon where did my nap endS
Unless I heard it could I have judged itS
Could I report as I do at the closeP
First the preacher speaks through his noseP
Second his gesture is too emphaticM
Thirdly to waive what's pedagogicM
The subject matter itself lacks logicM
Fourthly the English is ungrammaticM
Great news the preacher is found no PascalS
Whom if I pleased I might to the task callS
Of making square to a finite eyeS
The circle of infinityS
And find so all but just succeedingM
Great news the sermon proves no readingM
Where bee like in the flowers I bury meS
Like Taylor's the immortal JeremyS
And now that I know the very worst of himX2
What was it I thought to obtain at first of himX2
Ha Is God mocked as he asksP
Shall I take on me to change his tasksP
And dare dispatched to a river headS
For a simple draught of the elementS
Neglect the thing for which he sentS
And return with another thing insteadS
Saying Because the water foundS
Welling up from undergroundS
Is mingled with the taints of earthS2
While thou I know dost laugh at dearthS2
And couldst at wink or word convulseP
The world with the leap of a river pulseP
Therefore I turned from the oozings muddyS
And bring thee a chalice I found insteadS
See the brave veins in the breccia ruddyS
One would suppose that the marble bledS
What matters the water A hope I have nursedS
The waterless cup will quench my thirstS
Better have knelt at the poorest streamX2
That trickles in pain from the straitest riftS
For the less or the more is all God's giftS
Who blocks up or breaks wide the granite seamX2
And here is there water or not to drinkM
I then in ignorance and weaknessP
Taking God's help have attained to thinkM
My heart does best to receive in meeknessP
That mode of worship as most to his mindS
Where earthly aids being cast behindS
His All in All appears sereneQ
With the thinnest human veil betweenQ
Letting the mystic lamps the sevenQ
The many motions of his spiritS
Pass as they list to earth from heavenQ
For the preacher's merit or demeritS
It were to be wished the flaws were fewerX2
In the earthen vessel holding treasureX2
Which lies as safe in a golden ewerX2
But the main thing is does it hold good meas ureX2
Heaven soon sets right all other mattersP
Ask else these ruins of humanityS
This flesh worn out to rags and tattersP
This soul at struggle with insanityS
Who thence take comfort can I doubtS
Which an empire gained were a loss withoutS
May it be mine And let us hopeN2
That no worse blessing befall the PopeN2
Turned sick at last of to day's buffooneryX2
Of posturings and petticoatingsP
Beside his Bourbon bully's gloatingsP
In the bloody orgies of drunk poltrooneryX2
Nor may the Professor forego its peaceP
At Gottingen presently when in the duskM
Of his life if his cough as I fear should in creaseP
Prophesied of by that horrible huskM
When thicker and thicker the darkness fillsP
The world through his misty spectaclesP
And he gropes for something more substantialS
Than a fable myth or personificationQ
May Christ do for him what no mere man shallS
And stand confessed as the God of salvationQ
Meantime in the still recurring fearX2
Lest myself at unawares be foundS
While attacking the choice of my neighbors roundS
With none of my own made I choose hereX2
The giving out of the hymn reclaims meS
I have done and if any blames meS
Thinking that merely to touch in brevityS
The topics I dwell on were unlawfulS
Or worse that I trench with undue levityS
On the bounds of the holy and the awfulS
I praise the heart and pity the head of himX2
And refer myself to THEE instead of himX2
Who head and heart alike discernestS
Looking below light speech we utterX2
When frothy spume and frequent sputterX2
Prove that the soul's depths boil in earnestS
May truth shine out stand ever before usP
I put up pencil and join chorusP
To Hepzibah Tune without further apologyS
The last five verses of the third sectionQ
Of the seventeenth hymn of Whitefield's CollectionQ
To conclude with the doxologyS

Robert Browning



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