The Growth Of Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBBCCBDEDEDE BBBBBBBBFBFBFB GHHGGHHGBIBIBI GJKGGJKGLBLBLB BMMBBMMBNBNBNB GOOGGOOGBPBPBP QBBQQBBQBRBRBR STTSSTTSBUBUBU VGGVVGGV BGBGBG WBBWWBBWXYXYXY GBBGGBBG BMBMBM GZGA2BMBMMBMBBB BFBFMGMGB2BA2

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They that in play can do the thing they wouldB
Having an instinct throned in reason's placeC
And every perfect action hath the graceC
Of indolence or thoughtless hardihoodB
These are the best yet be there workmen goodB
Who lose in earnestness control of faceC
Or reckon means and rapt in effort baseC
Reach to their end by steps well understoodB
Me whom thou sawest of late strive with the painsD
Of one who spends his strength to rule his nerveE
Even as a painter breathlessly who stainsD
His scarcely moving hand lest it should swerveE
Behold me now that I have cast my chainsD
Master of the art which for thy sake I serveE
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For thou art mine and now I am ashamedB
To have us d means to win so pure acquistB
And of my trembling fear that might have misstB
Thro' very care the gold at which I aim'dB
And am as happy but to hear thee namedB
As are those gentle souls by angels kisstB
In pictures seen leaving their marble cistB
To go before the throne of grace unblamedB
Nor surer am I water hath the skillF
To quench my thirst or that my strength is freedB
In delicate ordination as I willF
Than that to be myself is all I needB
For thee to be most mine so I stand stillF
And save to taste my joy no more take heedB
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The whole world now is but the ministerG
Of thee to me I see no other schemeH
But universal love from timeless dreamH
Waking to thee his joy's interpreterG
I walk around and in the fields conferG
Of love at large with tree and flower and streamH
And list the lark descant upon my themeH
Heaven's musical accepted worshipperG
Thy smile outfaceth ill and that old feudB
'Twixt things and me is quash'd in our new truceI
And nature now dearly with thee enduedB
No more in shame ponders her old excuseI
But quite forgets her frowns and antics rudeB
So kindly hath she grown to her new useI
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The very names of things belov'd are dearG
And sounds will gather beauty from their senseJ
As many a face thro' love's long residenceK
Groweth to fair instead of plain and sereG
But when I say thy name it hath no peerG
And I suppose fortune determined thenceJ
Her dower that such beauty's excellenceK
Should have a perfect title for the earG
Thus may I think the adopting Muses choseL
Their sons by name knowing none would be heardB
Or writ so oft in all the world as thoseL
Dan Chaucer mighty Shakespeare then for thirdB
The classic Milton and to us aroseL
Shelley with liquid music in the worldB
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The poets were good teachers for they taughtB
Earth had this joy but that 'twould ever beM
That fortune should be perfected in meM
My heart of hope dared not engage the thoughtB
So I stood low and now but to be caughtB
By any self styled lords of the age with theeM
Vexes my modesty lest they should seeM
I hold them owls and peacocks things of noughtB
And when we sit alone and as I pleaseN
I taste thy love's full smile and can enstateB
The pleasure of my kingly heart at easeN
My thought swims like a ship that with the weightB
Of her rich burden sleeps on the infinite seasN
Becalm'd and cannot stir her golden freightB
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While yet we wait for spring and from the dryG
And blackening east that so embitters MarchO
Well housed must watch grey fields and meadows parchO
And driven dust and withering snowflake flyG
Already in glimpses of the tarnish'd skyG
The sun is warm and beckons to the larchO
And where the covert hazels interarchO
Their tassell'd twigs fair beds of primrose lieG
Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hidB
A million buds but stay their blossomingP
And trustful birds have built their nests amidB
The shuddering boughs and only wait to singP
Till one soft shower from the south shall bidB
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of springP
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In thee my spring of life hath bid the whileQ
A rose unfold beyond the summer's bestB
The mystery of joy made manifestB
In love's self answering and awakening smileQ
Whereby the lips in wonder reconcileQ
Passion with peace and show desire at restB
A grace of silence by the Greek unguesstB
That bloom'd to immortalize the Tuscan styleQ
When first the angel song that faith hath ken'dB
Fancy pourtray'd above recorded oathR
Of Israel's God or light of poem pen'dB
The very countenance of plighted trothR
'Twixt heaven and earth where in one moment blendB
The hope of one and happiness of bothR
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For beauty being the best of all we knowS
Sums up the unsearchable and secret aimsT
Of nature and on joys whose earthly namesT
Were never told can form and sense bestowS
And man hath sped his instinct to outgoS
The step of science and against her shamesT
Imagination stakes out heavenly claimsT
Building a tower above the head of woeS
Nor is there fairer work for beauty foundB
Than that she win in nature her releaseU
From all the woes that in the world aboundB
Nay with his sorrow may his love increaseU
If from man's greater need beauty redoundB
And claim his tears for homage of his peaceU
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Thus to thy beauty doth my fond heart lookV
That late dismay'd her faithless faith forboreG
And wins again her love lost in the loreG
Of schools and script of many a learned bookV
For thou what ruthless death untimely tookV
Shalt now in better brotherhood restoreG
And save my batter'd ship that far from shoreG
High on the dismal deep in tempest shookV
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So in despite of sorrow lately learn'dB
I still hold true to truth since thou art trueG
Nor wail the woe which thou to joy hast turn'dB
Nor come the heavenly sun and bathing blueG
To my life's need more splendid and unearn'dB
Than hath thy gift outmatch'd desire and dueG
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Winter was not unkind because uncouthW
His prison'd time made me a closer guestB
And gave thy graciousness a warmer zestB
Biting all else with keen and angry toothW
And bravelier the triumphant blood of youthW
Mantling thy cheek its happy home possestB
And sterner sport by day put strength to testB
And custom's feast at night gave tongue to truthW
Or say hath flaunting summer a deviceX
To match our midnight revelry that rangY
With steel and flame along the snow girt iceX
Or when we hark't to nightingales that sangY
On dewy eves in spring did they enticeX
To gentler love than winter's icy fangY
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There's many a would be poet at this hourG
Rhymes of a love that he hath never woo'dB
And o'er his lamplit desk in solitudeB
Deems that he sitteth in the Muses' bowerG
And some the flames of earthly love devourG
Who have taken no kiss of Nature nor renew'dB
In the world's wilderness with heavenly foodB
The sickly body of their perishing powerG
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So none of all our company I boastB
But now would mock my penning could they seeM
How down the right it maps a jagged coastB
Seeing they hold the manlier praise to beM
Strong hand and will and the heart best when mostB
'Tis sober simple true and fancy freeM
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How could I quarrel or blame you most dearG
Who all thy virtues gavest and kept back noneZ
Kindness and gentleness truth without peerG
And beauty that my fancy fed uponA2
Now not my life's contrition for my faultB
Can blot that day nor work me recompenceM
Tho' I might worthily thy worth exaltB
Making thee long amends for short offenceM
For surely nowhere love if not in theeM
Are grace and truth and beauty to be foundB
And all my praise of these can only beM
A praise of thee howe'er by thee disown'dB
While still thou must be mine tho' far removedB
And I for one offence no more belovedB
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Now since to me altho' by thee refusedB
The world is left I shall find pleasure stillF
The art that most I have loved but little usedB
Will yield a world of fancies at my willF
And tho' where'er thou goest it is from meM
I where I go thee in my heart must bearG
And what thou wert that wilt thou ever beM
My choice my best my loved and only fairG
Farewell yet think not such farewell a changeB2
From tenderness tho' once to meet or partB
But on short absence so could sense deranA2

Robert Seymour Bridges



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