To The True Romance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHDHIJAJ KLMLNDBD DBOBPQRQ SDTBUVWV XYZYA2RB2R C2D2E2D2F2G2H2I2 J2B2K2B2L2NL2N M2DCBN2L2JL2 DJ2L2J2JO2J2O2 ABJB N2JP2JL2DL2Q2

Thy face is far from this our warA
Our call and counter cryB
I shall not find Thee quick and kindC
Nor know Thee till I dieB
Enough for me in dreams to seeD
And touch Thy garments' hemE
Thy feet have trod so near to GodF
I may not follow themE
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Through wantonness if men professG
They weary of Thy partsH
E'en let them die at blasphemyD
And perish with their artsH
But we that love but we that proveI
Thine excellence augustJ
While we adore discover moreA
Thee perfect wise and justJ
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Since spoken word Man's Spirit stirredK
Beyond his belly needL
What is is Thine of fair designM
In thought and craft and deedL
Each stroke aright of toil and fightN
That was and that shall beD
And hope too high wherefore we dieB
Has birth and worth in TheeD
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Who holds by Thee hath Heaven in feeD
To gild his dross therebyB
And knowledge sure that he endureO
A child until he dieB
For to make plain that man's disdainP
Is but new Beauty's birthQ
For to possess in lonelinessR
The joy of all the earthQ
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As Thou didst teach all lovers speechS
And Life all mysteryD
So shalt Thou rule by every schoolT
Till love and longing dieB
Who wast or yet the Lights were setU
A whisper in the VoidV
Who shalt be sung through planets youngW
When this is clean destroyedV
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Beyond the bounds our staring roundsX
Across the pressing darkY
The children wise of outer skiesZ
Look hitherward and markY
A light that shifts a glare that driftsA2
Rekindling thus and thusR
Not all forlorn for Thou hast borneB2
Strange tales to them of usR
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Time hath no tide but must abideC2
The servant of Thy willD2
Tide hath no time for to Thy rhymeE2
The ranging stars stand stillD2
Regent of spheres that lock our fearsF2
Our hopes invisibleG2
Oh 'twas certes at Thy decreesH2
We fashioned Heaven and HellI2
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Pure Wisdom hath no certain pathJ2
That lacks thy morning eyneB2
And captains bold by Thee controlledK2
Most like to Gods designB2
Thou art the Voice to kingly boysL2
To lift them through the fightN
And Comfortress of UnsuccessL2
To give the dead good nightN
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A veil to draw 'twixt God His LawM2
And Man's infirmityD
A shadow kind to dumb and blindC
The shambles where we dieB
A rule to trick th' arithmeticN2
Too base of leaguing oddsL2
The spur of trust the curb of lustJ
Thou handmaid of the GodsL2
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O Charity all patientlyD
Abiding wrack and scaithJ2
O Faith that meets ten thousand cheatsL2
Yet drops no jot of faithJ2
Devil and brute Thou dost transmuteJ
To higher lordlier showO2
Who art in sooth that lovely TruthJ2
The careless angels knowO2
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Thy face is far from this our warA
Our call and counter cryB
I may not find Thee quick and kindJ
Nor know Thee till I dieB
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Yet may I look with heart unshookN2
On blow brought home or missedJ
Yet may I hear with equal earP2
The clarions down the ListJ
Yet set my lance above mischanceL2
And ride the barriereD
Oh hit or miss how little 'tisL2
My Lady is not thereQ2

Rudyard Kipling



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