Mesmerism Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBB A DEEDD A FGGFF H IJJII H KJJKK H JHHJJ H LJJLL H MNNMM H OJJOO H HPPHH H HQQHH H JJJJJ H RJJRR H HSMHH H TUUTT H VJJVV H JHHJJ H JHHJJ H JHHJJ H JJJJJ H WXXWW H JJJJJ J VJJVV H JYZJJ H A2QQB2B2 H C2NNC2C2 H KJJKK

IA
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All I believed is trueB
I am able yetC
All I want to getC
By a method as strange as newB
Dare I trust the same to youB
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IIA
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If at night when doors are shutD
And the wood worm picksE
And the death watch ticksE
And the bar has a flag of smutD
And a cat's in the water buttD
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IIIA
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And the socket floats and flaresF
And the house beams groanG
And a foot unknownG
Is surmised on the garret stairsF
And the locks slip unawaresF
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IVH
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And the spider to serve his endsI
By a sudden threadJ
Arms and legs outspreadJ
On the table's midst descendsI
Comes to find God knows what friendsI
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VH
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If since eve drew in I sayK
I have sat and broughtJ
So to speak my thoughtJ
To bear on the woman awayK
Till I felt my hair turn greyK
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VIH
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Till I seemed to have and holdJ
In the vacancyH
'Twixt the wall and meH
From the hair plait's chestnut goldJ
To the foot in its muslin foldJ
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VIIH
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Have and hold then and thereL
Her from head to footJ
Breathing and muteJ
Passive and yet awareL
In the grasp of my steady stareL
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VIIIH
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Hold and have there and thenM
All her body and soulN
That completes my wholeN
All that women add to menM
In the clutch of my steady kenM
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IXH
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Having and holding tillO
I imprint her fastJ
On the void at lastJ
As the sun does whom he willO
By the calotypist's skillO
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XH
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Then if my heart's strength serveH
And through all and eachP
Of the veils I reachP
To her soul and never swerveH
Knitting an iron nerveH
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XIH
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Command her soul to advanceH
And inform the shapeQ
Which has made escapeQ
And before my countenanceH
Answers me glance for glanceH
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XIIH
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I still with a gesture fitJ
Of my hands that bestJ
Do my soul's behestJ
Pointing the power from itJ
While myself do steadfast sitJ
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XIIIH
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Steadfast and still the sameR
On my object bentJ
While the hands give ventJ
To my ardour and my aimR
And break into very flameR
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XIVH
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Then I reach I must believeH
Not her soul in vainS
For to me againM
It reaches and past retrieveH
Is wound in the toils I weaveH
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XVH
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And must follow as I requireT
As befits a thrallU
Bringing flesh and allU
Essence and earth attireT
To the source of the tractile fireT
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XVIH
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Till the house called hers not mineV
With a growing weightJ
Seems to suffocateJ
If she break not its leaden lineV
And escape from its close confineV
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XVIIH
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Out of doors into the nightJ
On to the mazeH
Of the wild wood waysH
Not turning to left nor rightJ
From the pathway blind with sightJ
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XVIIIH
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Making thro' rain and windJ
O'er the broken shrubsH
'Twixt the stems and stubsH
With a still composed strong mindJ
Nor a care for the world behindJ
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XIXH
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Swifter and still more swiftJ
As the crowding peaceH
Doth to joy increaseH
In the wide blind eyes upliftJ
Thro' the darkness and the driftJ
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XXH
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While I to the shape I tooJ
Feel my soul dilateJ
Nor a whit abateJ
And relax not a gesture dueJ
As I see my belief come trueJ
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XXIH
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For there have I drawn or noW
Life to that lipX
Do my fingers dipX
In a flame which again they throwW
On the cheek that breaks a glowW
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XXIIH
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Ha was the hair so firstJ
What unfilletedJ
Made alive and spreadJ
Through the void with a rich outburstJ
Chestnut gold interspersedJ
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XXTIIJ
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Like the doors of a casket shrineV
See on either sideJ
Her two arms divideJ
Till the heart betwixt makes signV
Take me for I am thineV
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XXIVH
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Now now'' the door is heardJ
Hark the stairs and nearY
Nearer and hereZ
Now '' and at call the thirdJ
She enters without a wordJ
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XXVH
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On doth she march and onA2
To the fancied shapeQ
It is past escapeQ
Herself now the dream is doneB2
And the shadow and she are oneB2
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XXVIH
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First I will pray Do ThouC2
That ownest the soulN
Yet wilt grant controlN
To another nor disallowC2
For a time restrain me nowC2
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XXVIIH
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I admonish me while I mayK
Not to squander guiltJ
Since require Thou wiltJ
At my hand its price one dayK
What the price is who can sayK

Robert Browning



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