Pauline - A Fragment Of A Confession Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Pauline mine own bend o'er me thy soft breastA
Shall pant to mine bend o'er me thy sweet eyesB
And loosened hair and breathing lips armsC
Drawing me to thee these build up a screenD
To shut me in with thee and from all fearE
So that I might unlock the sleepless broodF
Of fancies from my soul their lurking placeG
Nor doubt that each would pass ne'er to returnH
To one so watched so loved and so securedI
But what can guard thee but thy naked loveJ
Ah dearest whoso sucks a poisoned woundK
Envenoms his own veins thou art so goodL
So calm if thou should'st wear a brow less lightM
For some wild thought which but for me were keptN
From out thy soul as from a sacred starO
Yet till I have unlocked them it were vainP
To hope to sing some woe would light on meQ
Nature would point at one whose quivering lipR
Was bathed in her enchantments whose brow burnedS
Beneath the crown to which her secrets kneltT
Who learned the spell which can call up the deadU
And then departed smiling like a fiendV
Who has deceived God If such one should seekW
Again her altars and stand robed and crownedK
Amid the faithful sad confession firstX
Remorse and pardon and old claims renewedF
Ere I can be as I shall be no moreY
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I had been spared this shame if I had sateZ
By thee for ever from the first in placeG
Of my wild dreams of beauty and of goodL
Or with them as an earnest of their truthA2
No thought nor hope having been shut from theeQ
No vague wish unexplained no wandering aimB2
Sent back to bind on Fancy's wings and seekW
Some strange fair world where it might be a lawC2
But doubting nothing had been led by theeQ
Thro' youth and saved as one at length awakedL
Who has slept thro' a peril Ah vain vainP
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Thou lovest me the past is in its graveD2
Tho' its ghost haunts us till this much is oursE2
To cast away restraint lest a worse thingF2
Wait for us in the darkness Thou lovest meQ
And thou art to receive not love but faithG2
For which thou wilt be mine and smile and takeH2
All shapes and shames and veil without a fearE
That form which music follows like a slaveD2
And I look to thee and I trust in theeQ
As in a Northern night one looks alwayI2
Unto the East for morn and spring a joyJ2
Thou seest then my aimless hopeless stateL
And resting on some few old feelings wonK2
Back by thy beauty would'st that I essayL2
The task which was to me what now thou artL
And why should I conceal one weakness moreY
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Thou wilt remember one warm morn when WinterM2
Crept aged from the earth and Spring's first breathN2
Blew soft from the moist hills the black thorn boughsO2
So dark in the bare wood when glisteningF2
In the sunshine were white with coming budsP2
Like the bright side of a sorrow and the banksQ2
Had violets opening from sleep like eyesB
I walked with thee who knew not a deep shameB2
Lurked beneath smiles and careless words which soughtL
To hide it till they wandered and were muteL
As we stood listening on a sunny moundL
To the wind murmuring in the damp copseB
Like heavy breathings of some hidden thingF2
Betrayed by sleep until the feeling rushedL
That I was low indeed yet not so lowR2
As to endure the calmness of thine eyesB
And so I told thee all while the cool breastL
I leaned on altered not its quiet beatingF2
And long ere words like a hurt bird's complaintL
Bade me look up and be what I had beenS2
I felt despair could never live by theeQ
Thou wilt remember thou art not more dearE
Than song was once to me and I ne'er sungT2
But as one entering bright halls where allU2
Will rise and shout for him Sure I must ownV2
That I am fallen having chosen giftsB
Distinct from theirs that I am sad and fainP
Would give up all to be but where I wasB
Not high as I had been if faithful foundL
But low and weak yet full of hope and sureW2
Of goodness as of life that I would lustL
All this gay mastery of mind to sitL
Once more with them trusting in truth and loveJ
And with an aim not being what I amX2
Oh Pauline I am ruined who believedL
That tho' my soul had floated from its sphereE
Of wide dominion into the dim orbY2
Of self that it was strong and free as everM2
It has conformed itself to that dim orbY2
Reflecting all its shades and shapes and nowZ2
Must stay where it alone can be adoredL
I have felt this in dreams in dreams in whichA3
I seemed the fate from which I fled I feltL
A strange delight in causing my decayL2
I was a fiend in darkness chained for everM2
Within some ocean cave and ages rolledL
Till thro' the cleft rock like a moonbeam cameB2
A white swan to remain with me and agesB
Rolled yet I tired not of my first joyJ2
In gazing on the peace of its pure wingsB
And then I said It is most fair to meQ
Yet its soft wings must sure have suffered changeB3
From the thick darkness sure its eyes are dimC3
Its silver pinions must be cramped and numbedL
With sleeping ages here it cannot leave meQ
For it would seem in light beside its kindL
Withered tho' here to me most beautifulD3
And then I was a young witch whose blue eyesB
As she stood naked by the river springsB
Drew down a god I watched his radiant formE3
Growing less radiant and it gladdened meQ
Till one morn as he sat in the sunshineF3
Upon my knees singing to me of heavenK2
He turned to look at me ere I could loseB
The grin with which I viewed his perishingF2
And he shrieked and departed and sat longG3
By his deserted throne but sunk at lastL
Murmuring as I kissed his lips and curledL
Around him I am still a god to theeQ
Still I can lay my soul bare in its fallU2
For all the wandering and all the weaknessB
Will he a saddest comment on the songG3
And if that done I can be young againH3
I will give up all gained as willinglyQ
As one gives up a charm which shuts him outL
From hope or part or care in human kindL
As life wanes all its cares and strife and toilI3
Seem strangely valueless while the old treesB
Which grew by our youth's home the waving massB
Of climbing plants heavy with bloom and dewL
The morning swallows with their songs like wordsB
All these seem clear and only worth our thoughtsB
So aught connected with my early lifeJ3
My rude songs or my wild imaginingsB
How I look on them most distinct amidL
The fever and the stir of after yearsB
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I ne'er had ventured e'en to hope for thisB
Had not the glow I felt at His awardL
Assured me all was not extinct withinS2
Him whom all honor whose renown springs upK3
Like sunlight which will visit all the worldL
So that e'en they who sneered at him at firstL
Come out to it as some dark spider crawlsB
From his foul nest which some lit torch invadesB
Yet spinning still new films for his retreatL
Thou didst smile poet but can we forgiveL3
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Sun treader life and light be thine for everM2
Thou art gone from us years go by and springF2
Gladdens and the young earth is beautifulD3
Yet thy songs come not other bards ariseB
But none like thee they stand thy majestiesB
Like mighty works which tell some Spirit thereM3
Hath sat regardless of neglect and scornN3
Till its long task completed it hath risenK2
And left us never to return and allU2
Rush in to peer and praise when all in vainP
The air seems bright with thy past presence yetL
But thou art still for me as thou hast beenS2
When I have stood with thee as on a throneV2
With all thy dim creations gathered roundL
Like mountains and I felt of mould like themO3
And creatures of my own were mixed with themO3
Like things half lived catching and giving lifeJ3
But thou art still for me who have adoredL
Tho' single panting but to hear thy nameB2
Which I believed a spell to me aloneV2
Scarce deeming thou wert as a star to menH3
As one should worship long a sacred springF2
Scarce worth a moth's flitting which long grasses crossB
And one small tree embowers droopinglyU2
Joying to see some wandering insect wonK2
To live in its few rushes or some locustL
To pasture on its boughs or some wild birdL
Stoop for its freshness from the trackless airM3
And then should find it but the fountain headL
Long lost of some great river washing townsB
And towers and seeing old woods which will liveP3
But by its banks untrod of human footL
Which when the great sun sinks lie quiveringF2
In light as some thing lieth half of lifeJ3
Before God's foot waiting a wondrous changeB3
Then girt with rocks which seek to turn or stayL2
Its course in vain for it does ever spreadL
Like a sea's arm as it goes rolling onQ3
Being the pulse of some great country soB
Wert thou to me and art thou to the worldL
And I perchance half feel a strange regretL
That I am not what I have been to theeQ
Like a girl one has loved long silentlyQ
In her first loveliness in some retreatL
When first emerged all gaze and glow to viewL
Her fresh eyes and soft hair and lips which bleedL
Like a mountain berry Doubtless it is sweetL
To see her thus adored but there have beenS2
Moments when all the world was in his praiseB
Sweeter than all the pride of after hoursB
Yet Sun treader all hail from my heart's heartL
I bid thee hail e'en in my wildest dreamsB
I am proud to feel I would have thrown up allU2
The wreaths of fame which seemed o'er hanging meQ
To have seen thee for a moment as thou artL
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And if thou livest if thou lovest spiritL
Remember me who set this final sealU2
To wandering thought that one so pure as thouZ2
Could never die Remember me who flungT2
All honor from my soul yet paused and saidL
There is one spark of love remaining yetL
For I have nought in common with him shapesB
Which followed him avoid me and foul formsB
Seek me which ne'er could fasten on his mindL
And tho' I feel how low I am to himC3
Yet I aim not even to catch a toneV2
Of all the harmonies which he called upK3
So one gleam still remains altho' the lastL
Remember me who praise thee e'en with tearsB
For never more shall I walk calm with theeQ
Thy sweet imaginings are as an airM3
A melody some wond'rous singer singsB
Which though it haunt men oft in the still eveR3
They dream not to essay yet it no lessB
But more is honored I was thine in shameB2
And now when all thy proud renown is outL
I am a watcher whose eyes have grown dimC3
With looking for some star which breaks on himC3
Altered and worn and weak and full of tearsB
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Autumn has come like Spring returned to usB
Won from her girlishness like one returnedL
A friend that was a lover nor forgetsB
The first warm love but full of sober thoughtsB
Of fading years whose soft mouth quivers yetL
With the old smile but yet so changed and stillU2
And here am I the scoffer who have probedL
Life's vanity won by a word againH3
Into my old life for one little wordL
Of this sweet friend who lives in loving meQ
Lives strangely on my thoughts and looks and wordsB
As fathoms down some nameless ocean thingF2
Its silent course of quietness and joyJ2
O dearest if indeed I tell the pastL
May'st thou forget it as a sad sick dreamS3
Or if it linger my lost soul too soonT3
Sinks to itself and whispers we shall beQ
But closer linked two creatures whom the earthU3
Bears singly with strange feelings unrevealedL
But to each other or two lonely thingsB
Created by some Power whose reign is doneK2
Having no part in God or his bright worldL
I am to sing whilst ebbing day dies softL
As a lean scholar dies worn o'er his bookV3
And in the heaven stars steal out one by oneK2
As hunted men steal to their mountain watchW3
I must not think lest this new impulse dieL
In which I trust I have no confidenceB
So I will sing on fast as fancies comeX3
Rudely the verse being as the mood it paintsB
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I strip my mind bare whose first elementsB
I shall unveil not as they struggled forthY3
In infancy nor as they now existL
That I am grown above them and can rule themO3
But in that middle stage when they were fullU2
Yet ere I had disposed them to my willU2
And then I shall show how these elementsB
Produced my present state and what it isB
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I am made up of an intensest lifeJ3
Of a most clear idea of consciousnessB
Of self distinct from all its qualitiesB
From all affections passions feelings powersB
And thus far it exists if tracked in allU2
But linked in me to self supremacyQ
Existing as a centre to all thingsB
Most potent to create and rule and callU2
Upon all things to minister to itL
And to a principle of restlessnessB
Which would be all have see know taste feel allU2
This is myself and I should thus have beenS2
Though gifted lower than the meanest soulU2
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And of my powers one springs up to saveD2
From utter death a soul with such desiresB
Confined to clay which is the only oneK2
Which marks me an imagination whichA3
Has been an angel to me coming notL
In fitful visions but beside me everM2
And never failing me so tho' my mindL
Forgets not not a shred of life forgetsB
Yet I can take a secret pride in callingF2
The dark past up to quell it regallyQ
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A mind like this must dissipate itselfZ3
But I have always had one lode star nowZ2
As I look back I see that I have wastedL
Or progressed as I looked toward that starO
A need a trust a yearning after GodL
A feeling I have analysed but lateL
But it existed and was reconciledL
With a neglect of all I deemed His lawsB
Which yet when seen in others I abhorredL
I felt as one beloved and so shut inS2
From fear and thence I date my trust in signsB
And omens for I saw God everywhereM3
And I can only lay it to the fruitL
Of a sad after time that I could doubtL
Even His being having always feltL
His presence never acting from myselfZ3
Still trusting in a hand that leads me throughL
All dangers and this feeling still has foughtL
Against my weakest reason and resolvesB
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And I can love nothing and this dull truthA2
Has come the last but sense supplies a loveJ
Encircling me and mingling with my lifeJ3
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These make myself for I have sought in vainP
To trace how they were formed by circumstanceB
For I still find them turning my wild youthA2
Where they alone displayed themselves convertingF2
All objects to their use now see their courseB
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They came to me in my first dawn of lifeJ3
Which passed alone with wisest ancient booksB
All halo girt with fancies of my ownV2
And I myself went with the tale a godL
Wandering after beauty or a giantL
Standing vast in the sunset an old hunterM2
Talking with gods or a high crested chiefA4
Sailing with troops of friends to TenedosB
I tell you nought has ever been so clearE
As the place the time the fashion of those livesB
I had not seen a work of lofty artL
Nor woman's beauty nor sweet nature's faceB
Yet I say never morn broke clear as thoseB
On the dim clustered isles in the blue seaB
The deep groves and white temples and wet cavesB
And nothing ever will surprise me nowZ2
Who stood beside the naked Swift footedL
Who bound my forehead with Proserpine's hairM3
An' strange it is that I who could so dreamS3
Should e'er have stooped to aim at aught beneathB4
Aught low or painful but I never doubtedL
So as I grew I rudely shaped my lifeJ3
To my immediate wants yet strong beneathB4
Was a vague sense of power folded upK3
A sense that tho' those shadowy times were pastL
Their spirit dwelt in me and I should ruleU2
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Then came a pause and long restraint chained downC4
My soul till it was changed I lost myselfZ3
And were it not that I so loathe that timeD4
I could recall how first I learned to turnH
My mind against itself and the effectsB
In deeds for which remorse were vain as forY
The wanderings of delirious dream yet thenceB
Came cunning envy falsehood which so longG3
Have spotted me at length I was restoredL
Yet long the influence remained and noughtL
But the still life I led apart from allU2
Which left my soul to seek its old delightsB
Could e'er have brought me thus far back to peaceB
As peace returned I sought out some pursuitL
And song rose no new impulse but the oneK2
With which all others best could be combinedL
My life has not been that of those whose heavenK2
Was lampless save where poesy shone outL
But as a clime where glittering mountain topsB
And glancing sea and forests steeped in lightL
Give back reflected the far flashing sunK2
For music which is earnest of a heavenK2
Seeing we know emotions strange by itL
Not else to be revealed is as a voiceB
A low voice calling Fancy as a friendL
To the green woods in the gay summer timeD4
And she fills all the way with dancing shapesB
Which have made painters pale and they go onQ3
While stars look at them and winds call to themO3
As they leave life's path for the twilight worldL
Where the dead gather This was not at firstL
For I scarce knew what I would do I hadL
No wish to paint no yearning but I sangE4
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And first I sang as I in dream have seenD
Music wait on a lyrist for some thoughtL
Yet singing to herself until it cameB2
I turned to those old times and scenes where allU2
That's beautiful had birth for me and madeL
Rude verses on them all and then I pausedL
I had done nothing so I sought to knowB
What mind had yet achieved No fear was mineF3
As I gazed on the works of mighty bardsB
In the first joy at finding my own thoughtsB
Recorded and my powers exemplifiedL
And feeling their aspirings were my ownV2
And then I first explored passion and mindL
And I began afresh I rather soughtL
To rival what I wondered at than formE3
Creations of my own so much was lightL
Lent back by others yet much was my ownV2
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I paused again a change was coming onQ3
I was no more a boy the past was breakingF2
Before the coming and like fever workedL
I first thought on myself and here my powersB
Burst out I dreamed not of restraint but gazedL
On all things schemes and systems went and cameB2
And I was proud being vainest of the weakW
In wandering o'er them to seek out some oneK2
To be my own as one should wander o'erM2
The white way for a starO
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On one whom praise of mine would not offendL
Who was as calm as beauty being suchF4
Unto mankind as thou to me PaulineD
Believing in them and devoting allU2
His soul's strength to their winning back to peaceB
Who sent forth hopes and longings for their sakeH2
Clothed in all passion's melodies which firstL
Caught me and set me as to a sweet taskG4
To gather every breathing of his songsB
And woven with them there were words which seemedL
A key to a new world the mutteringF2
Of angels of something unguessed by manH4
How my heart beat as I went on and foundL
Much there I felt my own mind had conceivedL
But there living and burning soon the wholeU2
Of his conceptions dawned on me their praiseB
Is in the tongues of men men's brows are highL
When his name means a triumph and a prideL
So my weak hands may well forbear to dimC3
What then seemed my bright fate I threw myselfZ3
To meet it I was vowed to libertyL
Men were to be as gods and earth as heavenK2
And I ah what a life was mine to beL
My whole soul rose to meet it Now PaulineD
I shall go mad if I recall that timeD4
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O let me look back e'er I leave for everM2
The time which was an hour that one waitsB
For a fair girl that comes a withered hagI4
And I was lonely far from woods and fieldsB
And amid dullest sights who should be looseB
As a stag yet I was full of joy who livedL
With Plato and who had the key to lifeJ3
And I had dimly shaped my first attemptL
And many a thought did I build up on thoughtL
As the wild bee hangs cell to cell in vainP
For I must still go on my mind rests notL
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'Twas in my plan to look on real lifeJ3
Which was all new to me my theoriesB
Were firm so I left them to look uponQ3
Men and their cares and hopes and fears and joysB
And as I pondered on them all I soughtL
How best life's end might be attained an endL
Comprising every joy I deeply musedL
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And suddenly without heart wreck I awokeJ4
As from a dream I said 'twas beautifulU2
Yet but a dream and so adieu to itL
As some world wanderer sees in a far meadowB
Strange towers and walled gardens thick with treesB
Where singing goes on and delicious mirthU3
And laughing fairy creatures peeping overM2
And on the morrow when he comes to liveP3
For ever by those springs and trees fruit flushedL
And fairy bowers all his search is vainP
Well I rememberM2
First went my hopes of perfecting mankindL
And faith in them then freedom in itselfZ3
And virtue in itself and then my motives' endsB
And powers and loves and human love went lastL
I felt this no decay because new powersB
Rose as old feelings left wit mockeryL
And happiness for I had oft been sadL
Mistrusting my resolves but now I castL
Hope joyously away I laughed and saidL
No more of this I must not think at lengthK4
I look'd again to see how all went onQ3
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My powers were greater as some temple seemedL
My soul where nought is changed and incense rollsB
Around the altar only God is goneL4
And some dark spirit sitteth in His seatL
So I passed through the temple and to meL
Knelt troops of shadows and they cried Hail kingF2
We serve thee now and thou shalt serve no moreY
Call on us prove us let us worship theeL
And I said Are ye strong let fancy bear meL
Far from the past And I was borne awayL2
As Arab birds float sleeping in the windL
O'er deserts towers and forests I being calmM4
And I said I have nursed up energiesB
They will prey on me And a band knelt lowB
And cried Lord we are here and we will makeH2
A way for thee in thine appointed lifeJ3
O look on us And I said Ye will worshipK3
Me but my heart must worship too They shoutedL
Thyself thou art our king So I stood thereM3
SmilingF2
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And buoyant and rejoicing was the spiritL
With which I looked out how to end my daysB
I felt once more myself my powers were mineF3
I found that youth or health so lifted meL
That spite of all life's vanity no griefA4
Came nigh me I must ever be light heartedL
And that this feeling was the only veilU2
Betwixt me and despair so if age cameB2
I should be as a wreck linked to a soulU2
Yet fluttering or mind broken and awareM3
Of my decay So a long summer mornN3
Found me and e'er noon came I had resolvedL
No age should come on me ere youth's hopes wentL
For I would wear myself out like that mornN3
Which wasted not a sunbeam every joyJ2
I would make mine and die and thus I soughtL
To chain my spirit down which I had fedL
With thoughts of fame I said the troubled lifeJ3
Of genius seen so bright when working forthY3
Some trusted end seems sad when all in vainP
Most sad when men have parted with all joyJ2
For their wild fancy's sake which waited firstL
As an obedient spirit when delightL
Came not with her alone but alters soonT3
Coming darkened seldom hasting to departL
Leaving a heavy darkness and warm tearsB
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But I shall never lose her she will liveP3
Brighter for such seclusion I but catchN4
A hue a glance of what I sing so painP
Is linked with pleasure for I ne'er may tellU2
The radiant sights which dazzle me but nowZ2
They shall be all my own and let them fadeL
Untold others shall rise as fair as fastL
And when all's done the few dim gleams transferredL
For a new thought sprung up that it were wellU2
To leave all shadowy hopes and weave such laysB
As would encircle me with praise and loveJ
So I should not die utterly I should bringF2
One branch from the gold forest like the nightL
Of old tales witnessing I had been thereM3
And when all's done how vain seems e'en successB
And all the influence poets have o'er menH3
'Tis a fine thing that one weak as myselfZ3
Should sit in his lone room knowing the wordsB
He utters in his solitude shall moveO4
Men like a swift wind that tho' he be forgottenK2
Fair eyes shall glisten when his beauteous dreamsB
Of love come true in happier frames than hisB
Ay the still night brought thoughts like these but mornN3
Came and the mockery again laughed outL
At hollow praises and smiles almost sneersB
And my soul's idol seemed to whisper meL
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To dwell with him and his unhonoured nameB2
And I well knew my spirit that would beL
First in the struggle and again would makeH2
All bow to it and I would sink againH3
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And then know that this curse will come on usB
To see our idols perish we may witherM2
Nor marvel we are clay but our low fateL
Should not extend them whom trustinglyU2
We sent before into Time's yawning gulfP4
To face what e'er may lurk in darkness thereM3
To see the painter's glory pass and feelU2
Sweet music move us not as once or worstL
To see decaying wits ere the frail bodyL
Decays Nought makes me trust in love so reallyL
As the delight of the contented lownessB
With which I gaze on souls I'd keep for everM2
In beauty I'd be sad to equal themO3
I'd feed their fame e'en from my heart's best bloodL
Withering unseen that they might flourish stillU2
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Pauline my sweet friend thou dost not forgetL
How this mood swayed me when thou first wert mineF3
When I had set myself to live this lifeJ3
Defying all opinion Ere thou camestL
I was most happy sweet for old delightsB
Had come like birds again music my lifeJ3
I nourished more than ever and old loreY
Loved for itself and all it shows the kingF2
Treading the purple calmly to his deathN2
While round him like the clouds of eve all duskQ4
The giant shades of fate silently flittingF2
Pile the dim outline of the coming doomR4
And him sitting alone in blood while friendsB
Are hunting far in the sunshine and the boyJ2
With his white breast and brow and clustering curlsB
Streaked with his mother's blood and striving hardL
To tell his story ere his reason goesB
And when I loved thee as I've loved so oftL
Thou lovedst me and I wondered and looked inS2
My heart to find some feeling like such loveJ
Believing I was still what I had beenS2
And soon I found all faith had gone from meL
And the late glow of life changing like cloudsB
'Twas not the morn blush widening into dayL
But evening coloured by the dying sunK2
While darkness is quick hastening I will tellU2
Sly state as though 'twere none of mine despairM3
Cannot come near me thus it is with meL
Souls alter not and mine must progress stillU2
And this I knew not when I flung awayL
My youth's chief aims I ne'er supposed theS4
Of what few I retained for no resourceB
Awaits me now behold the change of allU2
I cannot chain my soul it will not restL
In its clay prison this most narrow sphereE
It has strange powers and feelings and desiresB
Which I cannot account for nor explainP
But which I stifle not being bound to trustL
All feelings equally to hear all sidesB
Yet I cannot indulge them and they liveP3
Referring to some state or life unknownV2
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My selfishness is satiated notL
It wears me like a flame my hunger forY
All pleasure howsoe'er minute is painP
I envy how I envy him whose mindL
Turns with its energies to some one endL
To elevate a sect or a pursuitL
However mean so my still baffled hopesB
Seek out abstractions I would have but oneK2
Delight on earth so it were wholly mineF3
One rapture all my soul could fill and thisB
Wild feeling places me in dream afarO
In some wide country where the eye can seeL
No end to the far hills and dales bestrewnF3
With shining towers and dwellings I grow madL
Well nigh to know not one abode but holdsB
Some pleasure for my soul could grasp them allU2
But must remain with this vile form I lookV3
With hope to age at last which quenching muchF4
May let me concentrate the sparks it sparesB
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This restlessness of passion meets in meL
A craving after knowledge the sole proofT4
Of a commanding will is in that powerM2
Repressed for I beheld it in its dawnF3
That sleepless harpy with its budding wingsB
And I considered whether I should yieldL
All hopes and fears to live alone with itL
Finding a recompense in its wild eyesB
And when I found that I should perish soB
I bade its wild eyes close from me for everM2
And I am left alone with my delightsB
So it lies in me a chained thing still readyL
To serve me if I loose its slightest bondL
I cannot but be proud of my bright slaveD2
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And thus I know this earth is not my sphereE
For I cannot so narrow me but thatL
I still exceed it in their elementsB
My love would pass my reason but since hereU4
Love must receive its object from this earthU3
While reason will be chainless the few truthsB
Caught from its wanderings have sufficed to quellU2
All love below then what must be that loveJ
Which with the object it demands would quellU2
Reason tho' it soared with the seraphimL
No what I feel may pass all human loveJ
Yet fall far short of what my love should beL
And yet I seem more warped in this than aughtL
For here myself stands out more hideouslyL
I can forget myself in friendship fameL
Or liberty or love of mighty soulsB
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But I begin to know what thing hate isB
To sicken and to quiver and grow whiteL
And I myself have furnished its first preyL
All my sad weaknesses this wavering willU2
This selfishness this still decaying frameL
But I must never grieve while I can passB
Far from such thoughts as now AndromedaL
And she is with me years roll I shall changeB3
But change can touch her not so beautifulU2
With her dark eyes earnest and still and hairM3
Lifted and spread by the salt sweeping breezeB
And one red beam all the storm leaves in heavenF3
Resting upon her eyes and face and hairM3
As she awaits the snake on the wet beachV4
By the dark rock and the white wave just breakingF2
At her feet quite naked and alone a thingF2
You doubt not nor fear for secure that GodL
Will come in thunder from the stars to save herM2
Let it pass I will call another changeB3
I will be gifted with a wond'rous soulU2
Yet sunk by error to men's sympathyL
And in the wane of life yet only soB
As to call up their fears and there shall comeL
A time requiring youth's best energiesB
And straight I fling age sorrow sickness offW4
And I rise triumphing over my decayL
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And thus it is that I supply the chasmL
'Twixt what I am and all that I would beL
But then to know nothing to hope for nothingF2
To seize on life's dull joys from a strange tearM3
Lest being them all's lost and nought remainsB
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There's some vile juggle with my reason hereU4
I feel I but explain to my own lossB
These impulses they live no less the sameL
Liberty what though I despair my bloodL
Rose not at a slave's name proudlier than nowF3
And sympathy obscured by sophistriesB
Why have not I sought refuge in myselfZ3
But for the woes I saw and could not stayL
And love do I not love thee my PaulineF3
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I cherish prejudice lest I be leftL
Utterly loveless witness this beliefA4
In poets tho' sad change has come there tooL
No more I leave myself to follow themL
Unconsciously I measure me by themL
Let me forget it and I cherish mostL
My love of England how her name a wordL
Of her's in a strange tongue makes my heart beatL
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Pauline I could do any thing not nowF3
All's fever but when calm shall come againF3
I am prepared I have made life my ownF3
I would not be content with all the changeB3
One frame should feel but I have gone in thoughtL
Thro' all conjuncture I have lived all lifeJ3
When it is most alive where strangest fateL
New shapes it past surmise the tales of menF3
Bit by some curse or in the grasp of doomL
Half visible and still increasing roundL
Or crowning their wide being's general aimL
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These are wild fancies but I feel sweet friendL
As one breathing his weakness to the earU4
Of pitying angel dear as a winter flowerM2
A slight flower growing alone and offeringF2
Its frail cup of three leaves to the cold sunF3
Yet and confiding like the triumphX4
Of a child and why am I not worthy theeL
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I can live all the life of plants and gazeB
Drowsily on the bees that flit and playL
Or bare my breast for sunbeams which will killU2
Or open in the night of sounds to lookV3
For the dim stars I can mount with the birdL
Leaping airily his pyramid of leavesB
And twisted boughs of some tall mountain treeL
Or rise cheerfully springing to the heavensB
Or like a fish breathe in the morning airM3
In the misty sun warm water or with flowersB
And trees can smile in light at the sinking sunF3
Just as the storm comes as a girl would lookV3
On a departing lover most sereneF3
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Pauline come with me see how I could buildL
A home for us out of the world in thoughtL
I am inspired come with me PaulineF3
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Night and one single ridge of narrow pathY4
Between the sullen river and the woodsB
Waving and muttering for the moonless nightL
Has shaped them into images of lifeJ3
Like the upraising of the giant ghostsB
Looking on earth to know how their sons fareM3
Thou art so close by me the roughest swellU2
Of wind in the tree tops hides not the pantingF2
Of thy soft breasts no we will pass to morningF2
Morning the rocks and vallies and old woodsB
How the sun brightens in the mist and hereU4
Half in the air like creatures of the placeB
Trusting the element living on high boughsB
That swing in the wind look at the golden sprayL
Flung from the foam sheet of the cataractL
Amid the broken rocks shall we stay hereU4
With the wild hawks no ere the hot noon comeL
Dive we down safe see this our new retreatL
Walled in with a sloped mound of matted shrubsB
Dark tangled old and green still sloping downF3
To a small pool whose waters lie asleepZ4
Amid the trailing boughs turned water plantsB
And tall trees over arch to keep us inF3
Breaking the sunbeams into emerald shaftsB
And in the dreamy water one small group
Of two or three strange trees are got togetherM2
Wondering at all around as strange beasts herdL
Together far from their own land all wildnessB
No turf nor moss for boughs and plants pave allU2
And tongues of bank go shelving in the watersB
Where the pale throated snake reclines his headL
And old grey stones lie making eddies thereM3
The wild mice cross them dry shod deeper inF3
Shut thy soft eyes now look still deeper inF3
This is the very heart of the woods all roundL
Mountain like heaped above us yet even hereU4
One pond of water gleams far off the riverM2
Sweeps like a sea barred out from land but oneF3
One thin clear sheet has over leaped and woundL
Into this silent depth which gained it liesB
Still as but let by sufferance the trees bendL
O'er it as wild men watch a sleeping girlU2
And thro' their roots long creeping plants stretch outL
Their twined hair steeped and sparkling farther onF3
Tall rushes and thick flag knots have combinedL
To narrow it so at length a silver threadL
It winds all noiselessly thro' the deep woodL
Till thro' a cleft way thro' the moss and stoneF3
It joins its parent river with a shoutL
Up for the glowing day leave the old woodsB
See they part like a ruined arch the skyL
Nothing but sky appears so close the rootL
And grass of the hill top level with the airM3
Blue sunny air where a great cloud floats ladenF3
With light like a dead whale that white birds pick
Floating away in the sun in some north seaL
Air air fresh life blood thin and searching airM3
The clear dear breath of God that loveth usB
Where small birds reel and winds take their delightL
Water is beautiful but not like airM3
See where the solid azure waters lieL
Made as of thickened air and down belowB
The fern ranks like a forest spread themselvesB
As tho' each pore could feel the elementL
Where the quick glancing serpent winds his wayL
Float with me there Pauline but not like airM3
Down the hill stop a clump of trees see setL
On a heap of rocks which look o'er the far plainsB
And envious climbing shrubs would mount to restL
And peer from their spread boughs There they wave lookingF2
At the muleteers who whistle as they goB
To the merry chime of their morning bells and allU2
The little smoking cots and fields and banksB
And copses bright in the sun my spirit wandersB
Hedge rows for me still living hedge rows whereM3
The bushes close and clasp above and keepZ4
Thought in I am concentrated I feelU2
But my soul saddens when it looks beyondL
I cannot be immortal nor taste allU2
O God where does this tend these straggling aimsB
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What would I have what is this sleep which seemsB
To bound all can there be a waking pointL
Of crowning life The soul would never ruleU2
It would be first in all things it would have
Its utmost pleasure filled but that completeL
Commanding for commanding sickens itL
The last point that I can trace is rest beneathB4
Some better essence than itself in weaknessB
This is myself not what I think should beL
And what is that I hunger for but GodL
My God my God let me for once look on theeL
As tho' nought else existed we aloneF3
And as creation crumbles my soul's spark
Expands till I can say Even from myselfZ3
I need thee and I feel thee and I love theeL
I do not plead my rapture in thy worksB
For love of thee or that I feel as oneF3
Who cannot die but there is that in meL
Which turns to thee which loves or which should loveJ
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Why have I girt myself with this hell dressB
Why have I laboured to put out my lifeJ3
Is it not in my nature to adoreY
And e'en for all my reason do I notL
Feel him and thank him and pray to him NowF3
Can I forego the trust that he loves meL
Do I not feel a love which only ONEF3
O thou pale form so dimly seen deep eyedL
I have denied thee calmly do I notL
Pant when I read of thy consummate deedsB
And burn to see thy calm pure truths out flash
The brightest gleams of earth's philosophyL
Do I not shake to hear aught question theeL
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If I am erring save me madden meL
Take from me powers and pleasures let me dieL
Ages so I see thee I am knit roundL
As with a charm by sin and lust and prideL
Yet tho' my wandering dreams have seen all shapesB
Of strange delight oft have I stood by theeL
Have I been keeping lonely watch with theeL
In the damp night by weeping OlivetL
Or leaning on thy bosom proudly lessB
Or dying with thee on the lonely crossB
Or witnessing thy bursting from the tombL
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A mortal sin's familiar friend doth hereU4
Avow that he will give all earth's rewardL
But to believe and humbly teach the faithG2
In suffering and poverty and shameL
Only believing he is not unlovedL
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And now my Pauline I am thine for everM2
I feel the spirit which has buoyed me upK3
Deserting me and old shades gathering onF3
Yet while its last light waits I would say muchF4
And chiefly I am glad that I have saidL
That love which I have ever felt for theeL
But seldom told our hearts so beat togetherM2
That speech is mockery but when dark hours comeL
And I feel sad and thou sweet deem'st it strangeB3
A sorrow moves me thou canst not removeO4
Look on this lay I dedicate to theeL
Which thro' thee I began and which I endL
Collecting the last gleams to strive to tellU2
That I am thine and more than ever nowF3
That I am sinking fast yet tho' I sink
No less I feel that thou hast brought me blissB
And that I still may hope to win it back
Thou know'st dear friend I could not think all calmL
For wild dreams followed me and bore me offW4
And all was indistinct Ere one was caughtL
Another glanced so dazzled by my wealth
Knowing not which to leave nor which to chooseB
For all my thoughts so floated nought was fixedL
And then thou said'st a perfect bard was oneF3
Who shadowed out the stages of all lifeJ3
And so thou badest me tell this my first stage
'Tis done and even now I feel all dim the shiftL
Of thought These are my last thoughts I discernF3
Faintly immortal life and truth and goodL
And why thou must be mine is that e'en nowF3
In the dim hush of night that I have doneF3
With fears and sad forebodings I look thro'M2
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And say E'en at the last I have her stillU2
With her delicious eyes as clear as heavenF3
When rain in a quick shower has beat down mistL
And clouds float white in the sun like broods of swansB
How the blood lies upon her cheek all spreadL
As thinned by kisses only in her lipsB
It wells and pulses like a living thingF2
And her neck looks like marble misted o'erM2
With love breath a dear thing to kiss and loveJ
Standing beneath me looking out to meL
As I might kill her and be loved for itL
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Love me love me Pauline love nought but meL
Leave me not All these words are wild and weakW
Believe them not Pauline I stooped so lowB
But to behold thee purer by my sideL
To show thou art my breath my life a lastL
Resource an extreme want never believeR3
Aught better could so look to thee nor seekW
Again the world of good thoughts left for meL
There were bright troops of undiscovered sunsB
Each equal in their radiant course There wereM2
Clusters of far fair isles which ocean keptL
For his own joy and his waves broke on themL
Without a choice And there was a dim crowdL
Of visions each a part of the dim wholeU2
And a star left his peers and came with peaceB
Upon a storm and all eyes pined for himL
And one isle harboured a sea beaten shipR
And the crew wandered in its bowers and pluckedL
Its fruits and gave up all their hopes for homeL
And one dream came to a pale poet's sleepZ4
And he said I am singled out by GodL
No sin must touch me I am very weakW
But what I would express is Leave me notL
Still sit by me with beating breast and hairM2
Loosened watching earnest by my sideL
Turning my books or kissing me when IL
Look up like summer wind Be still to meL
A key to music's mystery when mind failsB
A reason a solution and a clueL
You see I have thrown off my prescribed rulesB
I hope in myself and hope and pant and loveJ
You'll find me better know me more than whenF3
You loved me as I was Smile not I have
Much yet to gladden you to dawn on youL
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No more of the past I'll look within no moreM2
I have too trusted to my own wild wantsB
Too trusted to myself to intuitionF3
Draining the wine alone in the still nightL
And seeing how as gathering films aroseB
As by an inspiration life seemed bareM2
And grinning in its vanity and endsB
Hard to be dreamed of stared at me as fixedL
And others suddenly became all foulU2
As a fair witch turned an old hag at nightL
No more of this we will go hand in handL
I will go with thee even as a childL
Looking no further than thy sweet commandsB
And thou hast chosen where this life shall beL
The land which gave me thee shall be our homeL
Where nature lies all wild amid her lakesB
And snow swathed mountains and vast pines all girtL
With ropes of snow where nature lies all bareM2
Suffering none to view her but a raceB
Most stinted and deformed like the mute dwarfsB
Which wait upon a naked Indian queenF3
And there the time being when the heavens are thick
With storms I'll sit with thee while thou dost singF2
Thy native songs gay as a desert birdL
Who crieth as he flies for perfect joyJ2
Or telling me old stories of dead knightsB
Or I will read old lays to thee how sheL
The fair pale sister went to her chill graveD2
With power to love and to be loved and liveP3
Or will go together like twin godsB
Of the infernal world with scented lamp
Over the dead to call and to awakeH2
Over the unshaped images which lieL
Within my mind's cave only leaving allU2
That tells of the past doubts So when spring comesB
And sunshine comes again like an old smileU2
And the fresh waters and awakened birdsB
And budding woods await us I shall beL
Prepared and we will go and think againF3
And all old loves shall come to us but changedL
As some sweet thought which harsh words veiled beforeM2
Feeling God loves us and that all that errsB
Is a strange dream which death will dissipateL
And then when I am firm we'll seek againF3
My own land and again I will approach
My old designs and calmly look on allU2
The works of my past weakness as one viewsB
Some scene where danger met him long beforeM2
Ah that such pleasant life should be but dreamedL
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But whate'er come of it and tho' it fadeL
And tho' ere the cold morning all be goneF3
As it will be tho' music wait for meL
And fair eyes and bright wine laughing like sinF3
Which steals back softly on a soul half savedL
And I be first to deny all and despiseB
This verse and these intents which seem so fairM2
Still this is all my own this moment's prideL
No less I make an end in perfect joyJ2
E'en in my brightest time a lurking fearM2
Possessed me I well knew my weak resolvesB
I felt the witchery that makes mind sleepZ4
Over its treasures as one half afraidL
To make his riches definite but nowF3
These feelings shall not utterly be lostL
I shall not know again that nameless careM2
Lest leaving all undone in youth some newL
And undreamed end reveal itself too lateL
For this song shall remain to tell for everM2
That when I lost all hope of such a changeB3
Suddenly Beauty rose on me againF3
No less I make an end in perfect joyJ2
For I having thus again been visitedL
Shall doubt not many another bliss awaitsB
And tho' this weak soul sink and darkness comeL
Some little word shall light it up againF3
And I shall see all clearer and love betterM2
I shall again go o'er the tracts of thoughtL
As one who has a right and I shall liveP3
With poets calmer purer still each timeL
And beauteous shapes will come to me againF3
And unknown secrets will be trusted meL
Which were not mine when wavering but nowF3
I shall be priest and lover as of oldL
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Sun treader I believe in God and truthA2
And love and as one just escaped from deathN2
Would bind himself in bands of friends to feelU2
He lives indeed so I would lean on theeL
Thou must be ever with me most in gloomL
When such shall come but chiefly when I dieL
For I seem dying as one going in the dark
To fight a giant and live thou for everM2
And be to all what thou hast been to meL
All in whom this wakes pleasant thoughts of meL
Know my last state is happy free from doubtL
Or touch of fear Love me and wish me wellU2
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RICHMONDL
OctoberM2

Robert Browning



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