Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEBFF B GGHIIHJHJKKBB L MNONPQKQRR S IITTQQUU V KBKB WNXN YZBZ A2 B2C2D2C2 E2KF2K G2 H2H2I2I2BB J2J2BB| I Spirit's House | A |
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| From naked stones of agony | B |
| I will build a house for me | B |
| As a mason all alone | C |
| I will raise it stone by stone | C |
| And every stone where I have bled | D |
| Will show a sign of dusky red | D |
| I have not gone the way in vain | E |
| For I have good of all my pain | E |
| My spirit's quiet house will be | B |
| Built of naked stones I trod | F |
| On roads where I lost sight of God | F |
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| II Mastery | B |
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| I would not have a god come in | G |
| To shield me suddenly from sin | G |
| And set my house of life to rights | H |
| Nor angels with bright burning wings | I |
| Ordering my earthly thoughts and things | I |
| Rather my own frail guttering lights | H |
| Wind blown and nearly beaten out | J |
| Rather the terror of the nights | H |
| And long sick groping after doubt | J |
| Rather be lost than let my soul | K |
| Slip vaguely from my own control | K |
| Of my own spirit let me be | B |
| In sole though feeble mastery | B |
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| III Lessons | L |
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| Unless I learn to ask no help | M |
| From any other soul but mine | N |
| To seek no strength in waving reeds | O |
| Nor shade beneath a straggling pine | N |
| Unless I learn to look at Grief | P |
| Unshrinking from her tear blind eyes | Q |
| And take from Pleasure fearlessly | K |
| Whatever gifts will make me wise | Q |
| Unless I learn these things on earth | R |
| Why was I ever given birth | R |
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| IV Wisdom | S |
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| When I have ceased to break my wings | I |
| Against the faultiness of things | I |
| And learned that compromises wait | T |
| Behind each hardly opened gate | T |
| When I can look Life in the eyes | Q |
| Grown calm and very coldly wise | Q |
| Life will have given me the Truth | U |
| And taken in exchange my youth | U |
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| V In a Burying Ground | V |
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| This is the spot where I will lie | K |
| When life has had enough of me | B |
| These are the grasses that will blow | K |
| Above me like a living sea | B |
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| These gay old lilies will not shrink | W |
| To draw their life from death of mine | N |
| And I will give my body's fire | X |
| To make blue flowers on this vine | N |
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| O Soul I said have you no tears | Y |
| Was not the body dear to you | Z |
| I heard my soul say carelessly | B |
| The myrtle flowers will grow more blue | Z |
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| VI Wood Song | A2 |
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| I heard a wood thrush in the dusk | B2 |
| Twirl three notes and make a star | C2 |
| My heart that walked with bitterness | D2 |
| Came back from very far | C2 |
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| Three shining notes were all he had | E2 |
| And yet they made a starry call | K |
| I caught life back against my breast | F2 |
| And kissed it scars and all | K |
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| VII Refuge | G2 |
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| From my spirit's gray defeat | H2 |
| From my pulse's flagging beat | H2 |
| From my hopes that turned to sand | I2 |
| Sifting through my close clenched hand | I2 |
| From my own fault's slavery | B |
| If I can sing I still am free | B |
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| For with my singing I can make | J2 |
| A refuge for my spirit's sake | J2 |
| A house of shining words to be | B |
| My fragile immortality | B |
Sara Teasdale
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