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This Life. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDCEFEGFHIIJJKLLK MJHNNHHNLNLOONPNQQLQ LNNHNNHNRNNNNNNNSSTT A

This life that glides awayA
As in a night and dayA
This that is shade and shine from Night brought forthB
To Night returning on a cloudy wingC
As if it took with it out of the earthD
EverythingC
A specimen of Time a factE
Which hope and fear have verifiedF
Whate'er the after aeons may enactE
Whate'er has been or will be thought of hereG
Something that must still in itself abideF
As if in its own sphereH
Oh who can sing it the immaterial II
One with the earth one with the skyI
It is so brief so everlasting tooJ
So all apart from Him and YouJ
This that within itself containsK
The first and last of all we hear and seeL
Time centred in EternityL
With all its joys and painsK
Its hopes and fears through all the yearsM
That still like an ethereal dewJ
Fall on the senses which therethroughH
Still gloom and gleam This that is as apartN
As the Universal HeartN
That re absorbs itself as if it wereH
Beyond all praise and prayerH
Within its own immensityN
This patent yet impalpable MEL
Like a divine thing in a mystic martN
Trading on its own authenticityL
It cannot sing itself self dumbO
'Mid the world's humO
Though vocal in all else as thoughtN
Embodied in itself all thingsP
Yet left the Thinker by himself apartN
As in a region whoseQ
Shadows and lights confuseQ
The semblances of his identityL
With mystic movements eerie vanishingsQ
Until his being seems to beL
A very dream imbuedN
With some primeval moodN
In which weird pictures of the soul appearH
Grotesque and crudeN
As the first rudeN
Conceits of the untutored eye and earH
In prehistoric breathings fraughtN
With all the little there was thenR
Divine in thoughtN
It cannot sing itself and yetN
Pourtraying the world's heartN
It has as if it were commandN
Of an interior landN
Untraced on any mortal chartN
Beneath a sky whose sun has never setN
Since first Thought's eastern curtains drawnS
Let in the dawnS
Of the illusive light by which we knowT
That we are here and goT
To a most certain end not far awayA

Robert Crawford



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