From 'pauline' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKJLMNJOPJQ RSTUVJPWUXYJJJZA2WB2 JJWRC2D2O God where does this tend these struggling aims | A |
What would I have What is this sleep which seems | B |
To bound all can there be a waking point | C |
Of crowning life The soul would never rule | D |
It would be first in all things it would have | E |
Its utmost pleasure filled but that complete | F |
Commanding for commanding sickens it | G |
The last point I can trace is rest beneath | H |
Some better essence than itself in weakness | I |
This is myself not what I think should be | J |
And what is that I hunger for but God | K |
My God my God let me for once look on thee | J |
As tho nought else existed we alone | L |
And as creation crumbles my soul s spark | M |
Expands till I can say Even from myself | N |
I need thee and I feel thee and I love thee | J |
I do not plead my rapture in thy works | O |
For love of thee or that I feel as one | P |
Who cannot die but there is that in me | J |
Which turns to thee which loves or which should love | Q |
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Why have I girt myself with this hell dress | R |
Why have I laboured to put out my life | S |
Is it not in my nature to adore | T |
And e en for all my reason do I not | U |
Feel him and thank him and pray to him now | V |
Can I forgo the trust that he loves me | J |
Do I not feel a love which only ONE | P |
O thou pale form so dimly seen deep eyed | W |
I have denied thee calmly do I not | U |
Pant when I read of thy consummate deeds | X |
And burn to see thy calm pure truths out flash | Y |
The brightest gleams of earth s philosophy | J |
Do I not shake to hear aught question thee | J |
If I am erring save me madden me | J |
Take from me powers and pleasures let me die | Z |
Ages so I see thee I am knit round | A2 |
As with a charm by sin and lust and pride | W |
Yet tho my wandering dreams have seen all shapes | B2 |
Of strange delight oft have I stood by thee | J |
Have I been keeping lonely watch with thee | J |
In the damp night by weeping Olivet | W |
Or leaning on thy bosom proudly less | R |
Or dying with thee on the lonely cross | C2 |
Or witnessing thy bursting from the tomb | D2 |
Robert Browning
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