The Symphony Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The Time needs heart 'tis tired of head | A |
We're all for love the violins said | A |
Of what avail the rigorous tale | B |
Of bill for coin and box for bale | B |
Grant thee O Trade thine uttermost hope | C |
Level red gold with blue sky slope | C |
And base it deep as devils grope | C |
When all's done what hast thou won | D |
Of the only sweet that's under the sun | D |
Ay canst thou buy a single sigh | E |
Of true love's least least ecstasy | F |
Then with a bridegroom's heart beats trembling | G |
All the mightier strings assembling | G |
Ranged them on the violins' side | H |
As when the bridegroom leads the bride | H |
And heart in voice together cried | H |
Yea what avail the endless tale | B |
Of gain by cunning and plus by sale | B |
Look up the land look down the land | I |
The poor the poor the poor they stand | I |
Wedged by the pressing of Trade's hand | I |
Against an inward opening door | J |
That pressure tightens evermore | J |
They sigh a monstrous foul air sigh | E |
For the outside leagues of liberty | F |
Where Art sweet lark translates the sky | E |
Into a heavenly melody | F |
'Each day all day' these poor folks say | K |
'In the same old year long drear long way | K |
We weave in the mills and heave in the kilns | L |
We sieve mine meshes under the hills | M |
And thieve much gold from the Devil's bank tills | M |
To relieve O God what manner of ills | M |
The beasts they hunger and eat and die | E |
And so do we and the world's a sty | E |
Hush fellow swine why nuzzle and cry | E |
Swinehood hath no remedy | F |
Say many men and hasten by | E |
Clamping the nose and blinking the eye | E |
But who said once in the lordly tone | N |
Man shall not live by bread alone | N |
But all that cometh from the Throne | N |
Hath God said so | M |
But Trade saith No | M |
And the kilns and the curt tongued mills say Go | M |
There's plenty that can if you can't we know | M |
Move out if you think you're underpaid | O |
The poor are prolific we're not afraid | O |
Trade is trade ' | P |
Thereat this passionate protesting | G |
Meekly changed and softened till | Q |
It sank to sad requesting | G |
And suggesting sadder still | Q |
And oh if men might some time see | F |
How piteous false the poor decree | F |
That trade no more than trade must be | F |
Does business mean 'Die you live I ' | P |
Then 'Trade is trade' but sings a lie | E |
'Tis only war grown miserly | F |
If business is battle name it so | M |
War crimes less will shame it so | M |
And widows less will blame it so | M |
Alas for the poor to have some part | R |
In yon sweet living lands of Art | R |
Makes problem not for head but heart | R |
Vainly might Plato's brain revolve it | S |
Plainly the heart of a child could solve it | S |
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And then as when from words that seem but rude | T |
We pass to silent pain that sits abrood | T |
Back in our heart's great dark and solitude | T |
So sank the strings to gentle throbbing | G |
Of long chords change marked with sobbing | G |
Motherly sobbing not distinctlier heard | T |
Than half wing openings of the sleeping bird | T |
Some dream of danger to her young hath stirred | T |
Then stirring and demurring ceased and lo | M |
Every least ripple of the strings' song flow | M |
Died to a level with each level bow | U |
And made a great chord tranquil surfaced so | M |
As a brook beneath his curving bank doth go | M |
To linger in the sacred dark and green | V |
Where many boughs the still pool overlean | V |
And many leaves make shadow with their sheen | V |
But presently | F |
A velvet flute note fell down pleasantly | F |
Upon the bosom of that harmony | F |
And sailed and sailed incessantly | F |
As if a petal from a wild rose blown | V |
Had fluttered down upon that pool of tone | V |
And boatwise dropped o' the convex side | T |
And floated down the glassy tide | T |
And clarified and glorified | T |
The solemn spaces where the shadows bide | T |
From the warm concave of that fluted note | T |
Somewhat half song half odor forth did float | T |
As if a rose might somehow be a throat | T |
When Nature from her far off glen | V |
Flutes her soft messages to men | V |
The flute can say them o'er again | V |
Yea Nature singing sweet and lone | V |
Breathes through life's strident polyphone | V |
The flute voice in the world of tone | V |
Sweet friends | M |
Man's love ascends | M |
To finer and diviner ends | M |
Than man's mere thought e'er comprehends | M |
For I e'en I | E |
As here I lie | E |
A petal on a harmony | V |
Demand of Science whence and why | E |
Man's tender pain man's inward cry | E |
When he doth gaze on earth and sky | E |
I am not overbold | T |
I hold | T |
Full powers from Nature manifold | T |
I speak for each no tongued tree | V |
That spring by spring doth nobler be | V |
And dumbly and most wistfully | V |
His mighty prayerful arms outspreads | M |
Above men's oft unheeding heads | M |
And his big blessing downward sheds | M |
I speak for all shaped blooms and leaves | M |
Lichens on stones and moss on eaves | M |
Grasses and grains in ranks and sheaves | M |
Broad fronded ferns and keen leaved canes | M |
And briery mazes bounding lanes | M |
And marsh plants thirsty cupped for rains | M |
And milky stems and sugary veins | M |
For every long armed woman vine | V |
That round a piteous tree doth twine | V |
For passionate odors and divine | V |
Pistils and petals crystalline | V |
All purities of shady springs | M |
All shynesses of film winged things | M |
That fly from tree trunks and bark rings | M |
All modesties of mountain fawns | M |
That leap to covert from wild lawns | M |
And tremble if the day but dawns | M |
All sparklings of small beady eyes | M |
Of birds and sidelong glances wise | M |
Wherewith the jay hints tragedies | M |
All piquancies of prickly burs | M |
And smoothnesses of downs and furs | M |
Of eiders and of minevers | M |
All limpid honeys that do lie | E |
At stamen bases nor deny | E |
The humming birds' fine roguery | V |
Bee thighs nor any butterfly | E |
All gracious curves of slender wings | M |
Bark mottlings fibre spiralings | M |
Fern wavings and leaf flickerings | M |
Each dial marked leaf and flower bell | W |
Wherewith in every lonesome dell | W |
Time to himself his hours doth tell | W |
All tree sounds rustlings of pine cones | M |
Wind sighings doves' melodious moans | M |
And night's unearthly under tones | M |
All placid lakes and waveless deeps | M |
All cool reposing mountain steeps | M |
Vale calms and tranquil lotos sleeps | M |
Yea all fair forms and sounds and lights | M |
And warmths and mysteries and mights | M |
Of Nature's utmost depths and heights | M |
These doth my timid tongue present | T |
Their mouthpiece and leal instrument | T |
And servant all love eloquent | T |
I heard when ' All for love ' the violins cried | T |
So Nature calls through all her system wide | T |
'Give me thy love O man so long denied ' | - |
Much time is run and man hath changed his ways | M |
Since Nature in the antique fable days | M |
Was hid from man's true love by proxy fays | M |
False fauns and rascal gods that stole her praise | M |
The nymphs cold creatures of man's colder brain | V |
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain | V |
Never to lave its love in them again | V |
Later a sweet Voice 'Love thy neighbor' said | T |
Then first the bounds of neighborhood outspread | T |
Beyond all confines of old ethnic dread | T |
Vainly the Jew might wag his covenant head | T |
' All men are neighbors ' so the sweet Voice said | T |
So when man's arms had circled all man's race | M |
The liberal compass of his warm embrace | M |
Stretched bigger yet in the dark bounds of space | M |
With hands a grope he felt smooth Nature's grace | M |
Drew her to breast and kissed her sweetheart face | M |
Yea man found neighbors in great hills and trees | M |
And streams and clouds and suns and birds and bees | M |
And throbbed with neighbor loves in loving these | M |
But oh the poor the poor the poor | V |
That stand by the inward opening door | V |
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more | V |
And sigh their monstrous foul air sigh | E |
For the outside hills of liberty | T |
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky | E |
For Art to make into melody | T |
Thou Trade thou king of the modern days | M |
Change thy ways | M |
Change thy ways | M |
Let the sweaty laborers file | X |
A little while | X |
A little while | X |
Where Art and Nature sing and smile | X |
Trade is thy heart all dead all dead | T |
And hast thou nothing but a head | T |
I'm all for heart the flute voice said | T |
And into sudden silence fled | T |
Like as a blush that while 'tis red | T |
Dies to a still still white instead | T |
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Thereto a thrilling calm succeeds | M |
Till presently the silence breeds | M |
A little breeze among the reeds | M |
That seems to blow by sea marsh weeds | M |
Then from the gentle stir and fret | T |
Sings out the melting clarionet | T |
Like as a lady sings while yet | T |
Her eyes with salty tears are wet | T |
O Trade O Trade the Lady said | T |
I too will wish thee utterly dead | T |
If all thy heart is in thy head | T |
For O my God and O my God | T |
What shameful ways have women trod | T |
At beckoning of Trade's golden rod | T |
Alas when sighs are traders' lies | M |
And heart's ease eyes and violet eyes | M |
Are merchandise | M |
O purchased lips that kiss with pain | V |
O cheeks coin spotted with smirch and stain | V |
O trafficked hearts that break in twain | V |
And yet what wonder at my sisters' crime | Y |
So hath Trade withered up Love's sinewy prime | Y |
Men love not women as in olden time | Y |
Ah not in these cold merchantable days | M |
Deem men their life an opal gray where plays | M |
The one red Sweet of gracious ladies' praise | M |
Now comes a suitor with sharp prying eye | E |
Says 'Here you Lady if you'll sell I'll buy | E |
Come heart for heart a trade What weeping why ' | - |
Shame on such wooers' dapper mercery | V |
I would my lover kneeling at my feet | T |
In humble manliness should cry 'O sweet | T |
I know not if thy heart my heart will greet | T |
I ask not if thy love my love can meet | T |
Whate'er thy worshipful soft tongue shall say | M |
I'll kiss thine answer be it yea or nay | M |
I do but know I love thee and I pray | M |
To be thy knight until my dying day ' | - |
Woe him that cunning trades in hearts contrives | M |
Base love good women to base loving drives | M |
If men loved larger larger were our lives | M |
And wooed they nobler won they nobler wives | M |
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There thrust the bold straightforward horn | V |
To battle for that lady lorn | V |
With heartsome voice of mellow scorn | V |
Like any knight in knighthood's morn | V |
Now comfort thee said he | T |
Fair Lady | T |
For God shall right thy grievous wrong | Z |
And man shall sing thee a true love song | Z |
Voiced in act his whole life long | Z |
Yea all thy sweet life long | Z |
Fair Lady | T |
Where's he that craftily hath said | T |
The day of chivalry is dead | T |
I'll prove that lie upon his head | T |
Or I will die instead | T |
Fair Lady | T |
Is Honor gone into his grave | A2 |
Hath Faith become a caitiff knave | A2 |
And Selfhood turned into a slave | A2 |
To work in Mammon's cave | A2 |
Fair Lady | T |
Will Truth's long blade ne'er gleam again | V |
Hath Giant Trade in dungeons slain | V |
All great contempts of mean got gain | V |
And hates of inward stain | V |
Fair Lady | T |
For aye shall name and fame be sold | T |
And place be hugged for the sake of gold | T |
And smirch robed Justice feebly scold | T |
At Crime all money bold | T |
Fair Lady | T |
Shall self wrapt husbands aye forget | T |
Kiss pardons for the daily fret | T |
Wherewith sweet wifely eyes are wet | T |
Blind to lips kiss wise set | T |
Fair Lady | T |
Shall lovers higgle heart for heart | T |
Till wooing grows a trading mart | T |
Where much for little and all for part | T |
Make love a cheapening art | T |
Fair Lady | T |
Shall woman scorch for a single sin | V |
That her betrayer may revel in | V |
And she be burnt and he but grin | V |
When that the flames begin | V |
Fair Lady | T |
Shall ne'er prevail the woman's plea | T |
'We maids would far far whiter be | T |
If that our eyes might sometimes see | T |
Men maids in purity ' | - |
Fair Lady | T |
Shall Trade aye salve his conscience aches | M |
With jibes at Chivalry's old mistakes | M |
The wars that o'erhot knighthood makes | M |
For Christ's and ladies' sakes | M |
Fair Lady | T |
Now by each knight that e'er hath prayed | T |
To fight like a man and love like a maid | T |
Since Pembroke's life as Pembroke's blade | T |
I' the scabbard death was laid | T |
Fair Lady | T |
I dare avouch my faith is bright | T |
That God doth right and God hath might | T |
Nor time hath changed His hair to white | T |
Nor His dear love to spite | T |
Fair Lady | T |
I doubt no doubts I strive and shrive my clay | M |
And fight my fight in the patient modern way | M |
For true love and for thee ah me and pray | M |
To be thy knight until my dying day | M |
Fair Lady | T |
Made end that knightly horn and spurred away | M |
Into the thick of the melodious fray | M |
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And then the hautboy played and smiled | T |
And sang like any large eyed child | T |
Cool hearted and all undefiled | T |
Huge Trade he said | T |
Would thou wouldst lift me on thy head | T |
And run where'er my finger led | T |
Once said a Man and wise was He | T |
'Never shalt thou the heavens see | T |
Save as a little child thou be ' | - |
Then o'er sea lashings of commingling tunes | M |
The ancient wise bassoons | M |
Like weird | T |
Gray beard | T |
Old harpers sitting on the high sea dunes | M |
Chanted runes | M |
Bright waved gain gray waved loss | M |
The sea of all doth lash and toss | M |
One wave forward and one across | M |
But now 'twas trough now 'tis crest | T |
And worst doth foam and flash to best | T |
And curst to blest | T |
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Life Life thou sea fugue writ from east to west | T |
Love Love alone can pore | V |
On thy dissolving score | V |
Of harsh half phrasings | M |
Blotted ere writ | T |
And double erasings | M |
Of chords most fit | T |
Yea Love sole music master blest | T |
May read thy weltering palimpsest | T |
To follow Time's dying melodies through | V |
And never to lose the old in the new | V |
And ever to solve the discords true | V |
Love alone can do | V |
And ever Love hears the poor folks' crying | G |
And ever Love hears the women's sighing | G |
And ever sweet knighthood's death defying | G |
And ever wise childhood's deep implying | G |
But never a trader's glozing and lying | G |
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And yet shall Love himself be heard | T |
Though long deferred though long deferred | T |
O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred | T |
Music is Love in search of a word | T |
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Baltimore | V |
Sidney Lanier
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