Orpheus In Thrace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDBEEBFFEGHGGHG IJJIBKKBEJEJJLJLJMMJ JJJJNNGOOGJJP QRQRSTSTGHGHFHFHUHHU HUVVHRHHHHHHHHHWWHXH XHXJYJ AJHHJLNJJJNHGHHGH HBBHZA2A2ZHJHJHNN RB2B2UC2C2QQD2D2NHH E2E2XX UHUHTBTBUF2UF2UHUHUT X THG2G2XHXH2EH2YH2ETT HHUNUNUNA2BA2B| I | A |
| Dear is the newly won | B |
| But O far dearer the for ever lost | C |
| He that at utmost cost | D |
| His utmost deed hath done | B |
| The lost one to recover and in vain | E |
| What shall his heart his anguished heart sustain | E |
| Not the warm and youthful sun | B |
| Flowers breathing on the bough | F |
| Nor a voice nor music now | F |
| Touches of joy more hard to bear than pain | E |
| These charm not where he is but only there | G |
| Where she is gone who took with her delight | H |
| Peace and all things fair | G |
| And left the whole world bare | G |
| And O what far well's fountain shall requite | H |
| Him who hath drunk so deeply of despair | G |
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| Orpheus on a stone strewn slope | I |
| High amid the hills of Thrace | J |
| Sets to the bleak North his face | J |
| He a traveller from hope | I |
| As a bird whose mate is stricken | B |
| Flies and flies o'er ocean foam | K |
| Nor endures to seek a home | K |
| Seeks a land where no leaves quicken | B |
| Where from gorges to the plain | E |
| Iron tongued the torrent roars | J |
| Into troubled streams that strain | E |
| Eddying under barren shores | J |
| Where thronged ridges darkly rise | J |
| Shouldering the storms that sweep | L |
| Through the winter loaded skies | J |
| When far up in heavens asleep | L |
| For an hour the clouds unclose | J |
| Throned in peace beyond the bourne | M |
| Of their moving vapours torn | M |
| Glimmer the majestic snows | J |
| Whence an eagle slowly sails | J |
| O'er the solitary vales | J |
| Such to Orpheus' pilgrim eyes | J |
| The unreached far mountains rise | J |
| Come '' he groans you storms and scourge me | N |
| Dull these inward pangs that urge me | N |
| Ever into new despair | G |
| Make my flesh endure as steel | O |
| Let me now the utmost feel | O |
| Bring me news of things that bear | G |
| Frozen torrents naked trees | J |
| That abjure the summer's breeze | J |
| Keen upon this body fall | P |
| O let me feel your fiercest sting or feel no more at all '' | - |
| His hand half conscious straying | Q |
| Over the well loved lyre | R |
| Strikes frail notes obeying | Q |
| Sadly in air expire | R |
| Wingless they falter forth | S |
| As the pale large plumes of snow | T |
| From the dim cloud curdling North | S |
| Unwilling and soft and slow | T |
| That fall on the hands and the hair | G |
| Of Orpheus unheeded and die | H |
| As out of his heart's despair | G |
| He speaks to his lyre Ah why | H |
| Would I stir thee from silence now | F |
| When silence is far the best | H |
| As of old I touch thee but thou | F |
| Unwillingly answerest | H |
| Ah marvellous once was thy power | U |
| In the marvellous days of old | H |
| I touched thee and all hearts heard | H |
| And the snake had no thought to devour | U |
| And the shy fawn stayed and was bold | H |
| And the panther crept near in desire | U |
| And the toppling Symplegades hung | V |
| To hearken thy strings as I sung | V |
| And Argo glanced through like a bird | H |
| Like a swallow to hear thee my lyre | R |
| And the soul of the dragon was stirred | H |
| Till his vast coil slowly stooped | H |
| From the tree where the Fleece glimmered gold | H |
| And his ageless eyelids drooped | H |
| And his strength sank fold by fold | H |
| And only the dim leaves heard | H |
| As we stept o'er his coils that were cold | H |
| Mighty wast thou indeed | H |
| But O in my utmost need | H |
| My heart thou couldst not quell | W |
| My heart that loved too well | W |
| I turned on the brink of the light | H |
| Her hand hung fast in my own | X |
| I was sure as a God in my might | H |
| I gazed she grew pale she was flown | X |
| Then the dawn turned back to the night | H |
| And I stood in the world alone | X |
| Eurydice could I have loved thee less | J |
| I had won thee lightly again | Y |
| My great joy wrought my wretchedness | J |
| And thee whom I love I have slain '' | - |
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| II | A |
| What lights are these that dance | J |
| Like fire flies clustering on the dusk hillside | H |
| Mingle and then divide | H |
| Swerve and again advance | J |
| Peopling the shadows thick till Rhodope | L |
| Seems rocking all her towering pines in glee | N |
| Maenads of exultant glance | J |
| Thracian maidens Thracian dames | J |
| Toss these perilous fair flames | J |
| Soon their full tresses roll from neck to knee | N |
| Swift as a dark shower in the sunset poured | H |
| Soon panting bosoms from rent robes shine bare | G |
| Thoughts leap in accord | H |
| Bright as an unsheathed sword | H |
| Tumultuously free and mad to dare | G |
| And loud they cry on Bacchus their wild lord | H |
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| O can cheeks of white and red | H |
| Lips that love made tremble often | B |
| Eyes an infant's tears can soften | B |
| Alter with a change so dread | H |
| Yea a deep fire craving fuel | Z |
| Like the dungeoned fires of Earth | A2 |
| Pants from secrecy for birth | A2 |
| Careless if its way be cruel | Z |
| While from tempest faint they stand | H |
| Orpheus 'mid their riot strays | J |
| Silent halts with listless hand | H |
| And with sorrow sunken gaze | J |
| Who is this '' in wrath they cry | H |
| Spectre sprung to mock our glee | N |
| Woe to this pale face for he | N |
| Joins our mirth or he shall die '' | - |
| Singer touch thy magic lyre | R |
| Thou couldst stay them soft and still | B2 |
| Tamed and gentle to thy will | B2 |
| Ah in grief is no desire | U |
| Grief in stony bonds hath bound him | C2 |
| And these bright forms that surround him | C2 |
| With high torches menacing | Q |
| And light spears in restless ring | Q |
| Seem his own thoughts raging seem | D2 |
| Furies of embodied dream | D2 |
| Furies whom 'tis vain to flee | N |
| Alas he hath for shield and sword | H |
| Only one defenceless word | H |
| Eurydice Eurydice '' | - |
| To piercing wound and branding flame | E2 |
| He answers with that piteous name | E2 |
| The world now echoes back alone | X |
| Eurydice '' his soul flies forth in that belov d moan | X |
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| Alas that the hand should deflower | U |
| The treasure the heart loves best | H |
| That the will of an alien power | U |
| Should blindly the soul have possest | H |
| Proudly our own great woe | T |
| We accomplish and laugh to have done | B |
| Then strength passes from us we know | T |
| And we hide our heads from the sun | B |
| Behold as the dawn flushed air | U |
| Glimmers on peak and vale | F2 |
| To the pines on the upland bare | U |
| Come shadowy forms and pale | F2 |
| Stealing maiden and mother | U |
| By single paths of dread | H |
| And wondering each at the other | U |
| Bend over the piteous dead | H |
| And touching those rent limbs cry | U |
| With kisses kneeling low | T |
| In sad affrighted moan | X |
| It was not I '' Nor I '' | - |
| What evil God blinded us so | T |
| To wound our beloved our delight | H |
| For our dancing thou hadst not a song | G2 |
| And now we have none for thy wrong | G2 |
| Though thy lyre could charm honey from stone | X |
| Yet we pitied not thee our delight | H |
| Nay thee who couldst heal us alone | X |
| In our grief at whose magical boon | H2 |
| Peace brooded a dove o'er our pain | E |
| And our hearts with the sun and the moon | H2 |
| Were at peace that shall be not again | Y |
| Nor our hope with the spring be in tune | H2 |
| Thee thee even thee have we slain | E |
| Woe for the world woe | T |
| In cherishing fair snow | T |
| Let us bury thee whom we marred | H |
| With the lyre that our flame hath charred | H |
| Gentle wast thou as a flower | U |
| But careless as thunder were we | N |
| And our tears that should be as a shower | U |
| To raise and to foster thee | N |
| Drop vainly and past is our power | U |
| With that blindness and fury and glee | N |
| Yea the solace we wanted not then in our mirth | A2 |
| From our helpless sorrow is taken | B |
| And for ever untuned is the beautiful earth | A2 |
| And the home of our hearts is forsaken | B |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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