The Renewal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE AAAAFFGGHHIIJJKKLLAA AAMNOO PPQQRRAASS TTOOAAAAUUVACJAAWWXX YYAAHZA2A2AAAAGGB2B2 C2C2CJ AAAAD2D2OOAABBAE2E2A PPAAAAAAF2F2QQAAFFAA CCFFAA LLG2G2AFFFGGH2H2I2I2 J2K2FFFAAAAAAAL2L2LL M2M2G2G2AAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAG2G2AAPPN2N2O2O2 P2Q2AAR2R2AA AAI2I2G2G2AAAAAAAASS S2S2AAAAT2U2SS CCAAAAAAV2V2AAAAAAM2 M2O2O2AAL2L2 W2W2TTSSLLC2X2Y2Y2AA AA| No more of sorrow the world's old distress | A |
| Nor war of thronging spirits numberless | A |
| Immortal ardours in brief days confined | B |
| No more the languid fever of mankind | B |
| To day I sing 'tis no melodious pain | C |
| Cries in me a full note a rapturous strain | C |
| My voice adventures Tremblest thou my heart | D |
| Because so eagerly the bliss would start | D |
| Up from thy fountains O be near to me | E |
| Thou that upliftest thou that sett'st me free | E |
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| Out of the dim vault and the dying hues | A |
| Of Autumn that for every wanderer strews | A |
| On silent paths the perishing pale leaves | A |
| Fallen like thoughts the heart no more believes | A |
| From blackened branches to the frozen ground | F |
| Out of the multitudinous dim sound | F |
| Of millions to each other all unknown | G |
| Warring together on the alien stone | G |
| Of streets unnumbered where with drooping head | H |
| Prisoners pass by unseen tyrants led | H |
| And with inaudible manacles oppressed | I |
| Where he who listens cannot ever rest | I |
| For hearing in his heart the cry of men | J |
| His brothers from their lamentable den | J |
| Out of all these I come to this sweet waste | K |
| Of woods and waters and the odour taste | K |
| Of pines in sunshine hearkening to the roar | L |
| Of ocean on his solitary shore | L |
| Lone beaches where the yellow poppy blows | A |
| Unplucked and where the wind for ever flows | A |
| Over the heathy desert where the sea | A |
| Sparkles afar into infinity | A |
| And the cleared spirit tasting all things clean | M |
| Rejoices as if grief had never been | N |
| Where thou to whom the birds and the waves sing | O |
| By some enchantment hast restored the Spring | O |
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| As when a dear hand touches on the hair | P |
| And thrills away the heaviness of care | P |
| Till the world changes and through a window bright | Q |
| The upleaping spirit gazes in delight | Q |
| Over my brain I feel a calming hand | R |
| I look upon sweet earth and understand | R |
| I hear the loud wind laughing through the trees | A |
| The nimble air my limbs encourages | A |
| And I upraise my songs afresh begun | S |
| A palinode to the triumphant sun | S |
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| But thou from whom into my soul to day | T |
| Enters a quivering glory ray on ray | T |
| O by thine eyes a sister of the Spring | O |
| Striking a core of sweetness in each thing | O |
| Thou look'st on till it blossoms By thy voice | A |
| Soul of all souls created to rejoice | A |
| Thou that with native overbrimming sense | A |
| Takest the light of Beauty's effluence | A |
| As from the morning in May's festal prime | U |
| The young green leaves of the swift budded lime | U |
| That drawest all glad things they know not why | V |
| By some dear magnet of felicity | A |
| And mournful spirits from their yoke of pain | C |
| Enchantest till they lift their necks again | J |
| And looking in thy bright and gentle eyes | A |
| To thee devote their dearest enterprise | A |
| Thou whose brave heart could its own pain consume | W |
| And turn to deeper tenderness in whom | W |
| Looks thoughts and motions speech and mien persuade | X |
| Immortal Joy hath his own mansion made | X |
| How shall my too full heart my stammering tongue | Y |
| Render thee half the song which thou hast sung | Y |
| Into my being by no web of words | A |
| Hindered and fluid as the note of birds | A |
| Or tell what magic of sweet air is shed | H |
| On me so radiantly comforted | Z |
| I need each beam of the young sun I need | A2 |
| Each draught of the pure wind whereon to feed | A2 |
| My joy each sparkle of the dew that shines | A |
| Under your branches dark sun drunken pines | A |
| All voices motions of the unwearied sea | A |
| But most O tender spirit I need thee | A |
| For thou to this dumb beauty art the tone | G |
| It fain would render all that is thine own | G |
| Of wayward and most human and most sweet | B2 |
| Mingling until the music be complete | B2 |
| Thine accents O adorable and dear | C2 |
| Command me to rejoice and have no fear | C2 |
| Out of remembrance wash the soil of pain | C |
| And medicine me to my own self again | J |
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| Muse of my quickened verse I am as he | A |
| Who striving in the vast up swollen sea | A |
| Lifted a moment on a wave descries | A |
| Unrolling suddenly the boundless skies | A |
| Now is mere breathing joy and all that strife | D2 |
| Confused and darkling that we miscall life | D2 |
| Is as a cloak cast off in the warm spring | O |
| Thus to possess the sunlight is a thing | O |
| Worth more than our ambitions more than ease | A |
| Wrung from the despot labour the stale lees | A |
| Of youthful bliss more than the plotting mind | B |
| Can ever compass or the heart can find | B |
| In wisest books or multitude of friends | A |
| For this it is that brings us to the lap | E2 |
| Of bounteous Earth and fills us with her sap | E2 |
| And early laughter melts the petty ends | A |
| Of daily striving into boundless air | P |
| Revealing to the soul what it can dare | P |
| Frees and enriches thousandfold and steeps | A |
| This trembling self in universal deeps | A |
| Lends it the patience of the eternal hills | A |
| To bear no more in solitude its ills | A |
| And with all fervours of the world inspires | A |
| Its re awakened and divine desires | A |
| This is it that can find the deepest root | F2 |
| In us and urge unto the fairest fruit | F2 |
| Persuading the shut soul that hid in night | Q |
| To crowd its blissful leaves into the light | Q |
| And shed upon the lost immortal seeds | A |
| Kindles into a forge of fiery deeds | A |
| The smouldering heart and closes the long wound | F |
| Of gentle spirits by rough time untuned | F |
| And O more precious even yet than this | A |
| Empowers our weakness to support in bliss | A |
| The immensity of love to love in vain | C |
| Yet still to hunger for that priceless pain | C |
| To love without a bound to set no end | F |
| To our long love never aside to bend | F |
| In loving but pour forth in living streams | A |
| Our hearts as the full morn his quenchless beams | A |
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| He that this light hath tasted asks no more | L |
| Dim questions answerless that have so sore | L |
| Perplexed our thinking in his bosom flow | G2 |
| Springs of all knowledge he hath need to know | G2 |
| Nor vaunts he the secure philosophy | A |
| Self throned that would so easily untie | F |
| The knot of this hard world and judging straight | F |
| Pronounce its essence and declare its fate | F |
| How should the universal heart be known | G |
| To him that can so hardly read his own | G |
| For where is he that can the inmost speak | H2 |
| Of his own being Words are blind and weak | H2 |
| Perplexing phantoms dim as smoke to fire | I2 |
| Mocking our tears and torturing our desire | I2 |
| When soul with soul would mingle even Love | J2 |
| Never availed yet howsoe'er he strove | K2 |
| But like the moon to yield one radiant part | F |
| To the dark longing of the embracing heart | F |
| And Earth shall her vast secret open lie | F |
| Before the brief gaze of mortality | A |
| Yet wayward and self wise no sooner stept | A |
| Into the world and a few troubles wept | A |
| A few unripe joys garnered a few sins | A |
| Experienced the impetuous mind begins | A |
| Its hasty wisdom the world's griefs and joys | A |
| Holds in a balance and essays to poise | A |
| O persevering folly never sleep | L2 |
| Must weigh the lids of that soul who would reap | L2 |
| This mystery deserts vast must she explore | L |
| Many far towns many an unguessed shore | L |
| And those deep regions search more desolate far | M2 |
| Where lives are herded ignorant what they are | M2 |
| And scarcely disentangling joy from woe | G2 |
| Their being must she put on if she would know | G2 |
| Humanity most private bliss invade | A |
| And with extremest terror be afraid | A |
| Blank quiet and fierce rages apprehend | A |
| Nor less into the leaping air ascend | A |
| Of flame like spirits and enamoured veins | A |
| Feel pulse in her to exquisitest pains | A |
| Surrender Then must her fleet impulse find | A |
| A way into the solitary mind | A |
| Of creatures that in thousand thousand forms | A |
| Dumb life inspires and a brief sunshine warms | A |
| And into the blind springs of sap and seed | A |
| Empty her passion helpless with their need | A |
| Torn with their hunger thirsting with their thirst | A |
| And deeper whither eye hath never pierced | A |
| Search out amid the unsleeping stir that fills | A |
| Caves of old ocean and the rooted hills | A |
| Whether indeed these streams of being flow | G2 |
| From inmost joy or a great core of woe | G2 |
| Not until then is her wide errand sped | A |
| Nor even so the supreme verdict said | A |
| For far into the outer night must fare | P |
| The uncompleted spirit that to dare | P |
| Has but begun now her commissioned bark | N2 |
| She must adventure on an ocean dark | N2 |
| Illumined only by the driving foam | O2 |
| Of stars imprisoned in the invisible home | O2 |
| Each of his circle age be lost in age | P2 |
| Ere she accomplish half her pilgrimage | Q2 |
| Nor till the last of those uncounted spheres | A |
| Its incommunicable joys and tears | A |
| Yield up to her shall she at length return | R2 |
| And homeward heavy with the message burn | R2 |
| And to her wonder waiting peers rehearse | A |
| The mighty meaning of the Universe | A |
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| O lovely Joy and sweet Necessity | A |
| That wakes empowers and impassions me | A |
| It is enough that this illumined hour | I2 |
| I feel my own life open like a flower | I2 |
| Within me Whether the worlds ache or no | G2 |
| Wearing a bright mask over breasts of woe | G2 |
| I have no need to learn I only gaze | A |
| Into thine eyes dear spirit that dost upraise | A |
| My spirit thy bright eyes that never cease | A |
| To thrill me with soft moon like beams of peace | A |
| I look in them as into Earth's own eyes | A |
| Faith instantly my longing fortifies | A |
| And now I think no single day has hours | A |
| Nor year has days nor life has years for powers | A |
| Of joy sufficing for the things begun | S |
| And waiting to be seen and felt and done | S |
| O give me all thy pains let them be mine | S2 |
| And keep alone beloved delight for thine | S2 |
| I have a flame within me shall transmute | A |
| All to an ash that shall bear flower and fruit | A |
| While thou look'st on me while from thee there flows | A |
| The invisible strength that in my spirit grows | A |
| Until like Spring the blissful prodigal | T2 |
| It burns as it were capable of all | U2 |
| That ever could be reached enjoyed or won | S |
| Or known or suffered underneath the sun | S |
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| But O why tarry we in language vain | C |
| And speak thus dimly of delight and pain | C |
| Those human words have fallen out of sense | A |
| Drunk up into intenser elements | A |
| As colours perish into perfect light | A |
| Now in the visitation of swift sight | A |
| That makes me for this happy moment wise | A |
| Beyond all wisdom of philosophies | A |
| I feel even through this transitory flesh | V2 |
| The pang of my creation dart afresh | V2 |
| The bonds of thought fall off and I am free | A |
| There is no longer grief nor joy for me | A |
| But one infinity of life that flows | A |
| From the deep ocean heart that no man knows | A |
| Out into these unnumbered semblances | A |
| Of earth and air mountains and beasts and trees | A |
| One timeless flood which drives the circling star | M2 |
| In furthest heaven and whose weak waves we are | M2 |
| Mortal and broken oft in sobbing foam | O2 |
| Yet ever children of that central home | O2 |
| Our Peace that even as we flee we find | A |
| The Road that is before us and behind | A |
| By which we travel from ourselves in sleep | L2 |
| Or waking toward a self more vast and deep | L2 |
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| O could my voice but sound to all the earth | W2 |
| And bring thy tidings radiant One to birth | W2 |
| In hearts of men How would they cast away | T |
| The shroud that wraps them from the spacious day | T |
| Burst the strong meshes they themselves have spun | S |
| Of idle cares and step into the sun | S |
| And see and feel and dedicate no more | L |
| Their travail to some far imagined shore | L |
| Some dreamed of goal beyond life's eager sphere | C2 |
| For lo at every hour the goal is here | X2 |
| And as the dark woods tremble to the morn | Y2 |
| That shoots into their dewy depths forlorn | Y2 |
| Along the wind's path bright victorious rays | A |
| And in all branches the birds lift their praise | A |
| So should they sing rejoicing to be free | A |
| As I belov d Muse rejoice in thee | A |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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