Individuality Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CBCCD EFGGH FIFFI DJDDJ DKDDK LDLLD MDMMD NDNBD OPOOP IIQIIQ BRBBR BSBBS PTPPT UVUUV WBWWB XBXXB YZYYZ D

Sail on sail on fair cousin CloudA
Oh loiter hither from the seaB
Still eyed and shadow brow'dA
Steal off from yon far drifting crowdA
And come and brood upon the marsh with meB
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Yon laboring low horizon smokeC
Yon stringent sail toil not for theeB
Nor me did heaven's strokeC
The whole deep with drown'd commerce chokeC
No pitiless tease of risk or bottomryD
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Would to thy rainy office closeE
Thy will or lock mine eyes from tearsF
Part wept for traders' woesG
Part for that ventures mean as thoseG
In issue bind such sovereign hopes and fearsH
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Lo Cloud thy downward countenance staresF
Blank on the blank faced marsh and thouI
Mindest of dark affairsF
Thy substance seems a warp of caresF
Like late wounds run the wrinkles on thy browI
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Well may'st thou pause and gloom and stareD
A visible conscience I arraignJ
Thee criminal Cloud of rareD
Contempts on Mercy Right and PrayerD
Of murders arsons thefts of nameless stainJ
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Yet though life's logic grow as grayD
As thou my soul's not in eclipseK
Cold Cloud but yesterdayD
Thy lightning slew a child at playD
And then a priest with prayers upon his lipsK
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For his enemies and then a brightL
Lady that did but ope the doorD
Upon the storming nightL
To let a beggar in strange spiteL
And then thy sulky rain refused to pourD
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Till thy quick torch a barn had burnedM
Where twelve months' store of victual layD
A widow's sons had earnedM
Which done thy floods with winds returnedM
The river raped their little herd awayD
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What myriad righteous errands highN
Thy flames might run on In that hourD
Thou slewest the child oh whyN
Not rather slay CalamityB
Breeder of Pain and Doubt infernal PowerD
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Or why not plunge thy blades aboutO
Some maggot politician throngP
Swarming to parcel outO
The body of a land and routO
The maw conventicle and ungorge WrongP
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What the cloud doethI
The Lord knowethI
The cloud knoweth notQ
What the artist doethI
The Lord knowethI
Knoweth the artist notQ
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Well answered O dear artists yeB
Whether in forms of curve or hueR
Or tone your gospels beB
Say wrong 'This work is not of meB
But God ' it is not true it is not trueR
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Awful is Art because 'tis freeB
The artist trembles o'er his planS
Where men his Self must seeB
Who made a song or picture heB
Did it and not another God nor manS
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My Lord is large my Lord is strongP
Giving He gave my me is mineT
How poor how strange how wrongP
To dream He wrote the little songP
I made to Him with love's unforced designT
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Oh not as clouds dim laws have plann'dU
To strike down Good and fight for IllV
Oh not as harps that standU
In the wind and sound the wind's commandU
Each artist gift of terror owns his willV
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For thee Cloud if thou spend thine allW
Upon the South's o'er brimming seaB
That needs thee not or crawlW
To the dry provinces and fallW
Till every convert clod shall give to theeB
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Green worship if thou grow or fadeX
Bring on delight or miseryB
Fly east or west be madeX
Snow hail rain wind grass rose light shadeX
What matters it to thee There is no theeB
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Pass kinsman Cloud now fair and mildY
Discharge the will that's not thine ownZ
I work in freedom wildY
But work as plays a little childY
Sure of the Father Self and Love aloneZ
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BaltimoreD

Sidney Lanier



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