The Renewal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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No more of sorrow the world's old distressA
Nor war of thronging spirits numberlessA
Immortal ardours in brief days confinedB
No more the languid fever of mankindB
To day I sing 'tis no melodious painC
Cries in me a full note a rapturous strainC
My voice adventures Tremblest thou my heartD
Because so eagerly the bliss would startD
Up from thy fountains O be near to meE
Thou that upliftest thou that sett'st me freeE
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Out of the dim vault and the dying huesA
Of Autumn that for every wanderer strewsA
On silent paths the perishing pale leavesA
Fallen like thoughts the heart no more believesA
From blackened branches to the frozen groundF
Out of the multitudinous dim soundF
Of millions to each other all unknownG
Warring together on the alien stoneG
Of streets unnumbered where with drooping headH
Prisoners pass by unseen tyrants ledH
And with inaudible manacles oppressedI
Where he who listens cannot ever restI
For hearing in his heart the cry of menJ
His brothers from their lamentable denJ
Out of all these I come to this sweet wasteK
Of woods and waters and the odour tasteK
Of pines in sunshine hearkening to the roarL
Of ocean on his solitary shoreL
Lone beaches where the yellow poppy blowsA
Unplucked and where the wind for ever flowsA
Over the heathy desert where the seaA
Sparkles afar into infinityA
And the cleared spirit tasting all things cleanM
Rejoices as if grief had never beenN
Where thou to whom the birds and the waves singO
By some enchantment hast restored the SpringO
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As when a dear hand touches on the hairP
And thrills away the heaviness of careP
Till the world changes and through a window brightQ
The upleaping spirit gazes in delightQ
Over my brain I feel a calming handR
I look upon sweet earth and understandR
I hear the loud wind laughing through the treesA
The nimble air my limbs encouragesA
And I upraise my songs afresh begunS
A palinode to the triumphant sunS
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But thou from whom into my soul to dayT
Enters a quivering glory ray on rayT
O by thine eyes a sister of the SpringO
Striking a core of sweetness in each thingO
Thou look'st on till it blossoms By thy voiceA
Soul of all souls created to rejoiceA
Thou that with native overbrimming senseA
Takest the light of Beauty's effluenceA
As from the morning in May's festal primeU
The young green leaves of the swift budded limeU
That drawest all glad things they know not whyV
By some dear magnet of felicityA
And mournful spirits from their yoke of painC
Enchantest till they lift their necks againJ
And looking in thy bright and gentle eyesA
To thee devote their dearest enterpriseA
Thou whose brave heart could its own pain consumeW
And turn to deeper tenderness in whomW
Looks thoughts and motions speech and mien persuadeX
Immortal Joy hath his own mansion madeX
How shall my too full heart my stammering tongueY
Render thee half the song which thou hast sungY
Into my being by no web of wordsA
Hindered and fluid as the note of birdsA
Or tell what magic of sweet air is shedH
On me so radiantly comfortedZ
I need each beam of the young sun I needA2
Each draught of the pure wind whereon to feedA2
My joy each sparkle of the dew that shinesA
Under your branches dark sun drunken pinesA
All voices motions of the unwearied seaA
But most O tender spirit I need theeA
For thou to this dumb beauty art the toneG
It fain would render all that is thine ownG
Of wayward and most human and most sweetB2
Mingling until the music be completeB2
Thine accents O adorable and dearC2
Command me to rejoice and have no fearC2
Out of remembrance wash the soil of painC
And medicine me to my own self againJ
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Muse of my quickened verse I am as heA
Who striving in the vast up swollen seaA
Lifted a moment on a wave descriesA
Unrolling suddenly the boundless skiesA
Now is mere breathing joy and all that strifeD2
Confused and darkling that we miscall lifeD2
Is as a cloak cast off in the warm springO
Thus to possess the sunlight is a thingO
Worth more than our ambitions more than easeA
Wrung from the despot labour the stale leesA
Of youthful bliss more than the plotting mindB
Can ever compass or the heart can findB
In wisest books or multitude of friendsA
For this it is that brings us to the lapE2
Of bounteous Earth and fills us with her sapE2
And early laughter melts the petty endsA
Of daily striving into boundless airP
Revealing to the soul what it can dareP
Frees and enriches thousandfold and steepsA
This trembling self in universal deepsA
Lends it the patience of the eternal hillsA
To bear no more in solitude its illsA
And with all fervours of the world inspiresA
Its re awakened and divine desiresA
This is it that can find the deepest rootF2
In us and urge unto the fairest fruitF2
Persuading the shut soul that hid in nightQ
To crowd its blissful leaves into the lightQ
And shed upon the lost immortal seedsA
Kindles into a forge of fiery deedsA
The smouldering heart and closes the long woundF
Of gentle spirits by rough time untunedF
And O more precious even yet than thisA
Empowers our weakness to support in blissA
The immensity of love to love in vainC
Yet still to hunger for that priceless painC
To love without a bound to set no endF
To our long love never aside to bendF
In loving but pour forth in living streamsA
Our hearts as the full morn his quenchless beamsA
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He that this light hath tasted asks no moreL
Dim questions answerless that have so soreL
Perplexed our thinking in his bosom flowG2
Springs of all knowledge he hath need to knowG2
Nor vaunts he the secure philosophyA
Self throned that would so easily untieF
The knot of this hard world and judging straightF
Pronounce its essence and declare its fateF
How should the universal heart be knownG
To him that can so hardly read his ownG
For where is he that can the inmost speakH2
Of his own being Words are blind and weakH2
Perplexing phantoms dim as smoke to fireI2
Mocking our tears and torturing our desireI2
When soul with soul would mingle even LoveJ2
Never availed yet howsoe'er he stroveK2
But like the moon to yield one radiant partF
To the dark longing of the embracing heartF
And Earth shall her vast secret open lieF
Before the brief gaze of mortalityA
Yet wayward and self wise no sooner steptA
Into the world and a few troubles weptA
A few unripe joys garnered a few sinsA
Experienced the impetuous mind beginsA
Its hasty wisdom the world's griefs and joysA
Holds in a balance and essays to poiseA
O persevering folly never sleepL2
Must weigh the lids of that soul who would reapL2
This mystery deserts vast must she exploreL
Many far towns many an unguessed shoreL
And those deep regions search more desolate farM2
Where lives are herded ignorant what they areM2
And scarcely disentangling joy from woeG2
Their being must she put on if she would knowG2
Humanity most private bliss invadeA
And with extremest terror be afraidA
Blank quiet and fierce rages apprehendA
Nor less into the leaping air ascendA
Of flame like spirits and enamoured veinsA
Feel pulse in her to exquisitest painsA
Surrender Then must her fleet impulse findA
A way into the solitary mindA
Of creatures that in thousand thousand formsA
Dumb life inspires and a brief sunshine warmsA
And into the blind springs of sap and seedA
Empty her passion helpless with their needA
Torn with their hunger thirsting with their thirstA
And deeper whither eye hath never piercedA
Search out amid the unsleeping stir that fillsA
Caves of old ocean and the rooted hillsA
Whether indeed these streams of being flowG2
From inmost joy or a great core of woeG2
Not until then is her wide errand spedA
Nor even so the supreme verdict saidA
For far into the outer night must fareP
The uncompleted spirit that to dareP
Has but begun now her commissioned barkN2
She must adventure on an ocean darkN2
Illumined only by the driving foamO2
Of stars imprisoned in the invisible homeO2
Each of his circle age be lost in ageP2
Ere she accomplish half her pilgrimageQ2
Nor till the last of those uncounted spheresA
Its incommunicable joys and tearsA
Yield up to her shall she at length returnR2
And homeward heavy with the message burnR2
And to her wonder waiting peers rehearseA
The mighty meaning of the UniverseA
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O lovely Joy and sweet NecessityA
That wakes empowers and impassions meA
It is enough that this illumined hourI2
I feel my own life open like a flowerI2
Within me Whether the worlds ache or noG2
Wearing a bright mask over breasts of woeG2
I have no need to learn I only gazeA
Into thine eyes dear spirit that dost upraiseA
My spirit thy bright eyes that never ceaseA
To thrill me with soft moon like beams of peaceA
I look in them as into Earth's own eyesA
Faith instantly my longing fortifiesA
And now I think no single day has hoursA
Nor year has days nor life has years for powersA
Of joy sufficing for the things begunS
And waiting to be seen and felt and doneS
O give me all thy pains let them be mineS2
And keep alone beloved delight for thineS2
I have a flame within me shall transmuteA
All to an ash that shall bear flower and fruitA
While thou look'st on me while from thee there flowsA
The invisible strength that in my spirit growsA
Until like Spring the blissful prodigalT2
It burns as it were capable of allU2
That ever could be reached enjoyed or wonS
Or known or suffered underneath the sunS
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But O why tarry we in language vainC
And speak thus dimly of delight and painC
Those human words have fallen out of senseA
Drunk up into intenser elementsA
As colours perish into perfect lightA
Now in the visitation of swift sightA
That makes me for this happy moment wiseA
Beyond all wisdom of philosophiesA
I feel even through this transitory fleshV2
The pang of my creation dart afreshV2
The bonds of thought fall off and I am freeA
There is no longer grief nor joy for meA
But one infinity of life that flowsA
From the deep ocean heart that no man knowsA
Out into these unnumbered semblancesA
Of earth and air mountains and beasts and treesA
One timeless flood which drives the circling starM2
In furthest heaven and whose weak waves we areM2
Mortal and broken oft in sobbing foamO2
Yet ever children of that central homeO2
Our Peace that even as we flee we findA
The Road that is before us and behindA
By which we travel from ourselves in sleepL2
Or waking toward a self more vast and deepL2
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O could my voice but sound to all the earthW2
And bring thy tidings radiant One to birthW2
In hearts of men How would they cast awayT
The shroud that wraps them from the spacious dayT
Burst the strong meshes they themselves have spunS
Of idle cares and step into the sunS
And see and feel and dedicate no moreL
Their travail to some far imagined shoreL
Some dreamed of goal beyond life's eager sphereC2
For lo at every hour the goal is hereX2
And as the dark woods tremble to the mornY2
That shoots into their dewy depths forlornY2
Along the wind's path bright victorious raysA
And in all branches the birds lift their praiseA
So should they sing rejoicing to be freeA
As I belov d Muse rejoice in theeA

Robert Laurence Binyon



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