Orpheus In Thrace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Dear is the newly wonB
But O far dearer the for ever lostC
He that at utmost costD
His utmost deed hath doneB
The lost one to recover and in vainE
What shall his heart his anguished heart sustainE
Not the warm and youthful sunB
Flowers breathing on the boughF
Nor a voice nor music nowF
Touches of joy more hard to bear than painE
These charm not where he is but only thereG
Where she is gone who took with her delightH
Peace and all things fairG
And left the whole world bareG
And O what far well's fountain shall requiteH
Him who hath drunk so deeply of despairG
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Orpheus on a stone strewn slopeI
High amid the hills of ThraceJ
Sets to the bleak North his faceJ
He a traveller from hopeI
As a bird whose mate is strickenB
Flies and flies o'er ocean foamK
Nor endures to seek a homeK
Seeks a land where no leaves quickenB
Where from gorges to the plainE
Iron tongued the torrent roarsJ
Into troubled streams that strainE
Eddying under barren shoresJ
Where thronged ridges darkly riseJ
Shouldering the storms that sweepL
Through the winter loaded skiesJ
When far up in heavens asleepL
For an hour the clouds uncloseJ
Throned in peace beyond the bourneM
Of their moving vapours tornM
Glimmer the majestic snowsJ
Whence an eagle slowly sailsJ
O'er the solitary valesJ
Such to Orpheus' pilgrim eyesJ
The unreached far mountains riseJ
Come '' he groans you storms and scourge meN
Dull these inward pangs that urge meN
Ever into new despairG
Make my flesh endure as steelO
Let me now the utmost feelO
Bring me news of things that bearG
Frozen torrents naked treesJ
That abjure the summer's breezeJ
Keen upon this body fallP
O let me feel your fiercest sting or feel no more at all ''-
His hand half conscious strayingQ
Over the well loved lyreR
Strikes frail notes obeyingQ
Sadly in air expireR
Wingless they falter forthS
As the pale large plumes of snowT
From the dim cloud curdling NorthS
Unwilling and soft and slowT
That fall on the hands and the hairG
Of Orpheus unheeded and dieH
As out of his heart's despairG
He speaks to his lyre Ah whyH
Would I stir thee from silence nowF
When silence is far the bestH
As of old I touch thee but thouF
Unwillingly answerestH
Ah marvellous once was thy powerU
In the marvellous days of oldH
I touched thee and all hearts heardH
And the snake had no thought to devourU
And the shy fawn stayed and was boldH
And the panther crept near in desireU
And the toppling Symplegades hungV
To hearken thy strings as I sungV
And Argo glanced through like a birdH
Like a swallow to hear thee my lyreR
And the soul of the dragon was stirredH
Till his vast coil slowly stoopedH
From the tree where the Fleece glimmered goldH
And his ageless eyelids droopedH
And his strength sank fold by foldH
And only the dim leaves heardH
As we stept o'er his coils that were coldH
Mighty wast thou indeedH
But O in my utmost needH
My heart thou couldst not quellW
My heart that loved too wellW
I turned on the brink of the lightH
Her hand hung fast in my ownX
I was sure as a God in my mightH
I gazed she grew pale she was flownX
Then the dawn turned back to the nightH
And I stood in the world aloneX
Eurydice could I have loved thee lessJ
I had won thee lightly againY
My great joy wrought my wretchednessJ
And thee whom I love I have slain ''-
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What lights are these that danceJ
Like fire flies clustering on the dusk hillsideH
Mingle and then divideH
Swerve and again advanceJ
Peopling the shadows thick till RhodopeL
Seems rocking all her towering pines in gleeN
Maenads of exultant glanceJ
Thracian maidens Thracian damesJ
Toss these perilous fair flamesJ
Soon their full tresses roll from neck to kneeN
Swift as a dark shower in the sunset pouredH
Soon panting bosoms from rent robes shine bareG
Thoughts leap in accordH
Bright as an unsheathed swordH
Tumultuously free and mad to dareG
And loud they cry on Bacchus their wild lordH
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O can cheeks of white and redH
Lips that love made tremble oftenB
Eyes an infant's tears can softenB
Alter with a change so dreadH
Yea a deep fire craving fuelZ
Like the dungeoned fires of EarthA2
Pants from secrecy for birthA2
Careless if its way be cruelZ
While from tempest faint they standH
Orpheus 'mid their riot straysJ
Silent halts with listless handH
And with sorrow sunken gazeJ
Who is this '' in wrath they cryH
Spectre sprung to mock our gleeN
Woe to this pale face for heN
Joins our mirth or he shall die ''-
Singer touch thy magic lyreR
Thou couldst stay them soft and stillB2
Tamed and gentle to thy willB2
Ah in grief is no desireU
Grief in stony bonds hath bound himC2
And these bright forms that surround himC2
With high torches menacingQ
And light spears in restless ringQ
Seem his own thoughts raging seemD2
Furies of embodied dreamD2
Furies whom 'tis vain to fleeN
Alas he hath for shield and swordH
Only one defenceless wordH
Eurydice Eurydice ''-
To piercing wound and branding flameE2
He answers with that piteous nameE2
The world now echoes back aloneX
Eurydice '' his soul flies forth in that belov d moanX
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Alas that the hand should deflowerU
The treasure the heart loves bestH
That the will of an alien powerU
Should blindly the soul have possestH
Proudly our own great woeT
We accomplish and laugh to have doneB
Then strength passes from us we knowT
And we hide our heads from the sunB
Behold as the dawn flushed airU
Glimmers on peak and valeF2
To the pines on the upland bareU
Come shadowy forms and paleF2
Stealing maiden and motherU
By single paths of dreadH
And wondering each at the otherU
Bend over the piteous deadH
And touching those rent limbs cryU
With kisses kneeling lowT
In sad affrighted moanX
It was not I '' Nor I ''-
What evil God blinded us soT
To wound our beloved our delightH
For our dancing thou hadst not a songG2
And now we have none for thy wrongG2
Though thy lyre could charm honey from stoneX
Yet we pitied not thee our delightH
Nay thee who couldst heal us aloneX
In our grief at whose magical boonH2
Peace brooded a dove o'er our painE
And our hearts with the sun and the moonH2
Were at peace that shall be not againY
Nor our hope with the spring be in tuneH2
Thee thee even thee have we slainE
Woe for the world woeT
In cherishing fair snowT
Let us bury thee whom we marredH
With the lyre that our flame hath charredH
Gentle wast thou as a flowerU
But careless as thunder were weN
And our tears that should be as a showerU
To raise and to foster theeN
Drop vainly and past is our powerU
With that blindness and fury and gleeN
Yea the solace we wanted not then in our mirthA2
From our helpless sorrow is takenB
And for ever untuned is the beautiful earthA2
And the home of our hearts is forsakenB

Robert Laurence Binyon



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