Transcendentalism: Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLMHN OPQRNSTUVBWTXYNZA2B2 C2D2E2GC2C2F2G2C2H2I 2J2K2 RC2L2M2HJ| A Poem In Twelve Books | A |
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| Stop playing poet may a brother speak | B |
| 'Tis you speak that's your error Song's our art | C |
| Whereas you please to speak these naked thoughts | D |
| Instead of draping them in sighs and sounds | E |
| True thoughts good thoughts thoughts fit to treasure up | F |
| But why such long prolusion and display | G |
| Such turning and adjustment of the harp | H |
| And taking it upon your breast at length | I |
| Only to speak dry words across its strings | J |
| Stark naked thought is in request enough | K |
| Speak prose and holloa it till Europe hears | L |
| The six foot Swiss tube braced about with bark | M |
| Which helps the hunter's voice from Alp to Alp | H |
| Exchange our harp for that who hinders you | N |
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| But here's your fault grown men want thought you think | O |
| Thought's what they mean by verse and seek in verse | P |
| Boys seek for images and melody | Q |
| Men must have reason so you aim at men | R |
| Quite otherwise Objects throng our youth 'tis true | N |
| We see and hear and do not wonder much | S |
| If you could tell us what they mean indeed | T |
| As Swedish Boehme never cared for plants | U |
| Until it happed a walking in the fields | V |
| He noticed all at once that plants could speak | B |
| Nay turned with loosened tongue to talk with him | W |
| That day the daisy had an eye indeed | T |
| Colloquised with the cowslip on such themes | X |
| We find them extant yet in Jacob's prose | Y |
| But by the time youth slips a stage or two | N |
| While reading prose in that tough book he wrote | Z |
| Collating and emendating the same | A2 |
| And settling on the sense most of our mind | B2 |
| We shut the clasps and find life's summer past | C2 |
| Then who helps more pray to repair our loss | D2 |
| Another Boehme with a tougher book | E2 |
| And subtler meanings of what roses say | G |
| Or some stout Mage like him of Halderstadt | C2 |
| John who made things Boehme wrote thoughts about | C2 |
| He with a look you vents a brace of rhymes | F2 |
| And in there breaks the sudden rose herself | G2 |
| Over us under round us every side | C2 |
| Nay in and out the tables and the chairs | H2 |
| And musty volumes Boehme's book and all | I2 |
| Buries us with a glory young once more | J2 |
| Pouring heaven into this shut house of life | K2 |
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| So come the harp back to your heart again | R |
| You are a poem though your poem's naught | C2 |
| The best of all you did before believe | L2 |
| Was your own boy's face o'er the finer chords | M2 |
| Bent following the cherub at the top | H |
| That points to God with his paired half moon wings | J |
Robert Browning
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