Mother And Child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCBBCB BDDBEBFEF GHHGIGBIB JJJJKJJKJ JLLJMJNMN BOOBBBPBP BMMBFBBFB JJJJQJBQB BBBBBBRS JMMJBJSBB TUUTBTVBV BMMBBBWBW XREXHXMHM JHHJMJBMBBy old blanched fibres of gaunt ivy bound | A |
The hollow crag towers under noon's blue height | B |
Ribbed ledges lizard haunted crannies white | B |
Cushioned with stone crop and with moss embrowned | B |
Cool that clear shadow from the outer glare | C |
Above a grassy mound | B |
Where she that sits muses with lips apart | B |
And eyes dream filled beneath the abundant hair | C |
And lets the thoughts flower idly from her heart | B |
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Thoughts of a mother For her child amid | B |
Light blossoms that a brook's cold ripple fledge | D |
Wind shaken at the shadow's glowing edge | D |
Plays with a child's intentness now half hid | B |
And now those gay curls caught in frolic sun | E |
Toss to the breeze unbid | B |
And through the thoughts of her who watches shine | F |
With quiverings of felicity that run | E |
Through all her being as through water wine | F |
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Her thoughts flow out to the stream's endless tune | G |
Ah what full sea could all that hope contain | H |
Then apprehensions vivid like a pain | H |
Wing after swift as through this airy noon | G |
The swallow skims and flashes past recall | I |
But O returns how soon | G |
Back in a heart's beat So her fears have sped | B |
Far as the last loss homing out of all | I |
The deep horizon to that golden head | B |
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The Child amid the blossom nothing recks | J |
His eyes a flame winged dragon fly pursue | J |
Over stirred heads of mint and borage blue | J |
In warm and humming air on slender necks | J |
Marsh flowers peep toward him over juicy rush | K |
And the wild parsley flecks | J |
With powdery pale bloom stalks his bare feet bruise | J |
And hot herb odours mingle where they crush | K |
Deep in the green growth and the matted ooze | J |
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How smoothly clear along his ankle slips | J |
The water gliding to the pebbled cool | L |
He laughs with those young ripples of the pool | L |
Then the wind lifts a long spray's leafy tips | J |
And dashes him with drops of twinkling fire | M |
As in the stream it dips | J |
Where over shadows bright with wavering mesh | N |
Bramble and thorn and apple scented brier | M |
Their roots and low leaves thirstily refresh | N |
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His mother calls Now over thymy sod | B |
The boy comes yet he lingers the flowers keep | O |
His feet among them clustering fair and deep | O |
Red crane's bill shakes its seed milk campions nod | B |
By the rough sorrel little pansies hide | B |
Slim spikes of golden rod | B |
Above the honeyed purple clover flame | P |
And where the sheltered dew has scarcely dried | B |
Cling worts close leaved each with its own wild name | P |
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What secret purpose infinitely wrought | B |
Each in its lovely kind and character | M |
These breathing creatures in the light astir | M |
Articulating new an endless thought | B |
That still with some last difference must refine | F |
The likeness it had sought | B |
Some bloom to mateless glory will unfold | B |
A grace undreamed some airy tendril twine | F |
Some leaf be veined with unimagined gold | B |
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Thee too Child with life budding in thy face | J |
And quickening thy sweet senses O thee too | J |
For whom the old earth maketh herself all new | J |
Each hour compels with unreturning pace | J |
From the vague twilight being that keeps thee kin | Q |
To all the unconscious race | J |
Compels thee onward for thy spirit apart | B |
The habitation is prepared within | Q |
The separate mind the solitary heart | B |
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It is a prison the slow days shall build | B |
When disentwining from the world around | B |
Thou shalt at last gaze out of eyes unbound | B |
On alien earth with other purpose filled | B |
Thou with the burden of identity | B |
Thou separately willed | B |
And feel at last the difference thine own | R |
Mid thy companions saying This is I | S |
I and none other in the world's mind alone '' | - |
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Even now thine eyes are lifted from the flowers | J |
And the sky fills them boundless and all pure | M |
Regions afar to thrilling silence lure | M |
Ah how to charm the fret of future hours | J |
Shall to thy mind come as from wells of light | B |
And time forgetting powers | J |
Words large and blue and liquid as the sky | S |
The absolution of the infinite | B |
And sea like murmur of eternity | B |
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Shalt thou not long then when the dark hours wring | T |
Thy heart with pangs of mortal loss and doom | U |
That old unsevered being to resume | U |
With its kind ignorance relinquishing | T |
This self that is so exquisitely made | B |
For sorrow time's dull sting | T |
To lose and the sharp anguish and the wrong | V |
Into life's universal glow to fade | B |
And all thy weakness in that whole make strong | V |
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Yet O thou heart so surely doomed to bleed | B |
Thou out of boundless and unshaped desire | M |
Compacted essence single and entire | M |
Rejoice In thee Earth doth herself exceed | B |
O tarrier among flowers of thee the unplumbed | B |
Infinities have need | B |
Or how shall all that dumbness speak and how | W |
Those wandering blind energies be summed | B |
As in a star Rejoice that thou art thou | W |
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Mighty the powers that desolate and kill | X |
Armies of waste and winter and alone | R |
Thou comest against them in the might of one | E |
World challenging and world accusing will | X |
Yet mightier thou that canst thy might refrain | H |
The world's want to fulfil | X |
Thy soul disprison from time's mortal hour | M |
To pardon and pity changing that old pain | H |
And in thy heart the eternal Love let flower | M |
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All faith inhabits in thy Mother's eyes | J |
Yet she already hath all thy pangs foreknown | H |
And in thy separation felt her own | H |
Far from her feet follow thy destinies | J |
There is no step she hath not trod before | M |
Her loss she glorifies | J |
To spend on thee her all and to defend | B |
The divine hope which in her womb she bore | M |
Those arms of love wide as the earth extend | B |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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