I Now, O Friend, Whom Noiselessly The Snows Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAB CCDDEEFFGGHHIIJKLLMM NNIIIIOOPPQQRI STSTURI KVIW XYXO XMX JZJOA2B2C2JB2JOJO I D2E2SITSJ| I NOW O friend whom noiselessly the snows | A |
| Settle around and whose small chamber grows | A |
| Dusk as the sloping window takes its load | B |
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| The kindly hill as to complete our hap | C |
| Has ta'en us in the shelter of her lap | C |
| Well sheltered in our slender grove of trees | D |
| And ring of walls we sit between her knees | D |
| A disused quarry paved with rose plots hung | E |
| With clematis the barren womb whence sprung | E |
| The crow stepped house itself that now far seen | F |
| Stands like a bather to the neck in green | F |
| A disused quarry furnished with a seat | G |
| Sacred to pipes and meditation meet | G |
| For such a sunny and retired nook | H |
| There in the clear warm mornings many a book | H |
| Has vied with the fair prospect of the hills | I |
| That vale on vale rough brae on brae upfills | I |
| Halfway to the zenith all the vacant sky | J |
| To keep my loose attention | K |
| Horace has sat with me whole mornings through | L |
| And Montaigne gossiped fairly false and true | L |
| And chattering Pepys and a few beside | M |
| That suit the easy vein the quiet tide | M |
| The calm and certain stay of garden life | N |
| Far sunk from all the thunderous roar of strife | N |
| There is about the small secluded place | I |
| A garnish of old times a certain grace | I |
| Of pensive memories lays about the braes | I |
| The old chestnuts gossip tales of bygone days | I |
| Here where some wandering preacher blest Lazil | O |
| Perhaps or Peden on the middle hill | O |
| Had made his secret church in rain or snow | P |
| He cheers the chosen residue from woe | P |
| All night the doors stood open come who might | Q |
| The hounded kebbock mat the mud all night | Q |
| Nor are there wanting later tales of how | R |
| Prince Charlie's Highlanders | I |
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| I have had talents too In life's first hour | S |
| God crowned with benefits my childish head | T |
| Flower after flower I plucked them flower by flower | S |
| Cast them behind me ruined withered dead | T |
| Full many a shining godhead disappeared | U |
| From the bright rank that once adorned her brow | R |
| The old child's Olympus | I |
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| Gone are the fair old dreams and one by one | K |
| As one by one the means to reach them went | V |
| As one by one the stars in riot and disgrace | I |
| I squandered what | W |
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| There shut the door alas on many a hope | X |
| Too many | Y |
| My face is set to the autumnal slope | X |
| Where the loud winds shall | O |
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| There shut the door alas on many a hope | X |
| And yet some hopes remain that shall decide | M |
| My rest of years and down the autumnal slope | X |
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| Gone are the quiet twilight dreams that I | J |
| Loved as all men have loved them gone | Z |
| I have great dreams and still they stir my soul on high | J |
| Dreams of the knight's stout heart and tempered will | O |
| Not in Elysian lands they take their way | A2 |
| Not as of yore across the gay champaign | B2 |
| Towards some dream city towered | C2 |
| and my | J |
| The path winds forth before me sweet and plain | B2 |
| Not now but though beneath a stone grey sky | J |
| November's russet woodlands toss and wail | O |
| Still the white road goes thro' them still may I | J |
| Strong in new purpose God may still prevail | O |
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| I and my like improvident sailors | I |
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| At whose light fall awaking all my heart | D2 |
| Grew populous with gracious favoured thought | E2 |
| And all night long thereafter hour by hour | S |
| The pageant of dead love before my eyes | I |
| Went proudly and old hopes with downcast head | T |
| Followed like Kings subdued in Rome's imperial hour | S |
| Followed the car and I | J |
Robert Louis Stevenson
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