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 AANo 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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