From -paracelsus- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLM A MMMNOPQRNSTMUVRWXYMZ A2MMB2C2D2MME2RF2MXG 2RH2MI2PJ2K2L2M2DMN2 RRRMO2H2P2MQ2

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TRUTH is within ourselves it takes no riseB
From outward things whate er you may believeC
There is an inmost centre in us allD
Where truth abides in fullness and aroundE
Wall upon wall the gross flesh hems it inF
This perfect clear perception which is truthG
A baffling and perverting carnal meshH
Binds it and makes all error and to KNOWI
Rather consists in opening out a wayJ
Whence the imprisoned splendour may escapeK
Than in effecting entry for a lightL
Supposed to be withoutM
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I knew I felt perception unexpressedM
Uncomprehended by our narrow thoughtM
But somehow felt and known in every shiftM
And change in the spirit nay in every poreN
Of the body even what God is what we areO
What life is how God tastes an infinite joyP
In infinite ways one everlasting blissQ
From whom all being emanates all powerR
Proceeds in whom is life for evermoreN
Yet whom existence in its lowest formS
Includes where dwells enjoyment there is heT
With still a flying point of bliss remoteM
A happiness in store afar a sphereU
Of distant glory in full view thus climbsV
Pleasure its heights for ever and for everR
The centre fire heaves underneath the earthW
And the earth changes like a human faceX
The molten ore bursts up among the rocksY
Winds into the stone s heart outbranches brightM
In hidden mines spots barren river bedsZ
Crumbles into fine sand where sunbeams baskA2
God joys therein The wroth sea s waves are edgedM
With foam white as the bitten lip of hateM
When in the solitary waste strange groupsB2
Of young volcanos come up cyclops likeC2
Staring together with their eyes on flameD2
God tastes a pleasure in their uncouth prideM
Then all is still earth is a wintry clodM
But spring wind like a dancing psaltress passesE2
Over its breast to waken it rare verdureR
Buds tenderly upon rough banks betweenF2
The withered tree roots and the cracks of frostM
Like a smile striving with a wrinkled faceX
The grass grows bright the boughs are swoln with bloomsG2
Like chrysalids impatient for the airR
The shining dorrs are busy beetles runH2
Along the furrows ants make their adeM
Above birds fly in merry flocks the larkI2
Soars up and up shivering for very joyP
Afar the ocean sleeps white fishing gullsJ2
Flit where the strand is purple with its tribeK2
Of nested limpets savage creatures seekL2
Their loves in wood and plain and God renewsM2
His ancient rapture Thus He dwells in allD
From life s minute beginnings up at lastM
To man the consummation of this schemeN2
Of being the completion of this sphereR
Of life whose attributes had here and thereR
Been scattered o er the visible world beforeR
Asking to be combined dim fragments meantM
To be united in some wondrous wholeO2
Imperfect qualities throughout creationH2
Suggesting some one creature yet to makeP2
Some point where all those scattered rays should meetM
Convergent in the faculties of manQ2

Robert Browning



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