The Flower. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDECEFGCGGAHBHB IBJCKDLDLLAMNMNOPOQO QEQEE| I | A |
| The flower in its own scent breathes till it dies | B |
| As if the scent its very birth breath were | C |
| As love is life's which while it occupies | B |
| Like a mesmeric light the living air | D |
| Feeds every portion of the tender hue | E |
| In which it manifests so subtly fair | D |
| The faery form which as in a dream grew | E |
| Out of the dark earth with ethereal power | C |
| Quickening its limbs as those of a babe who | E |
| Draws from its mother's life a vital dower | F |
| Of warmth and beauty thrilling breast and brain | G |
| Till it too comes to birth a perfect flower | C |
| With its own aura like a subtle strain | G |
| Which must vibrate to every joy and pain | G |
| II | A |
| The seeing eye and hearing ear are fed | H |
| With nature's nurture and the mind imbues | B |
| Earth and all things within it even the dead | H |
| With its own sap that with thought's mystic hues | B |
| Bourgeons in every waking hour and e'en | I |
| When sleep does all the inner life transfuse | B |
| With its own radiance and the unseen | J |
| Becomes a part of us too as we were | C |
| Back in some other sphere where we had been | K |
| Before the new thought breathed in the old air | D |
| And the new body budded into birth | L |
| Making us all that we are now who bear | D |
| The signs in us of all the woe and mirth | L |
| That came and has gone on with man on earth | L |
| III | A |
| Far back in the unstoried past whose rune | M |
| No sage has ciphered and no bard has sung | N |
| In the beginning of the sun and moon | M |
| When e'en the oldest hill was very young | N |
| Ah then perchance the seed that was us first | O |
| Took root in th' mystic soil whence we have Unclear | P |
| Under the very hand of God and burst | O |
| Into the secret being it has had | Q |
| All through the enchanted aeons strangely nursed | O |
| From death to life between the good and bad | Q |
| E'en as it were a spirit germ that grew | E |
| By some mysterious process and was clad | Q |
| E'en like the flowers with varying form and hue | E |
| Till it ends in what all may end in too | E |
Robert Crawford
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