At The Funeral Of A Minor Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHAIAJKAALAMNOA CPAOAOFQAAANROOAASTA COPOAUOVAAOTOWAAXAOO YPOUOOOA| One of the Bearers Soliloquizes | A |
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| Room in your heart for him O Mother Earth | B |
| Who loved each flower and leaf that made you fair | C |
| And sang your praises in verses manifold | D |
| And delicate with here and there a line | E |
| From end to end in blossom like a bough | F |
| The May breathes on so rich it was Some thought | G |
| The workmanship more costly than the thing | H |
| Moulded or carved as in those ornaments | A |
| Found at Myc ne And yet Nature's self | I |
| Works in this wise upon a blade of grass | A |
| Or what small note she lends the woodland thrush | J |
| Lavishing endless patience He was born | K |
| Artist not artisan which some few saw | A |
| And many dreamed not As he wrote no odes | A |
| When Croesus wedded or M cenas died | L |
| And gave no breath to civic feasts and shows | A |
| He missed the glare that gilds more facile men | M |
| A twilight poet groping quite alone | N |
| Belated in a sphere where every nest | O |
| Is emptied of its music and its wings | A |
| Not great his gift yet we can poorly spare | C |
| Even his slight perfection in an age | P |
| Of limping triolets and tame rondeaux | A |
| He had at least ideals though unreached | O |
| And heard far off immortal harmonies | A |
| Such as fall coldly on our ear to day | O |
| The mighty Zolastic Movement now | F |
| Engrosses us a miasmatic breath | Q |
| Blown from the slums We paint life as it is | A |
| The hideous side of it with careful pains | A |
| Making a god of the dull Commonplace | A |
| For have we not the old gods overthrown | N |
| And set up strangest idols We would clip | R |
| Imagination's wing and kill delight | O |
| Our sole art being to leave nothing out | O |
| That renders art offensive Not for us | A |
| Madonnas leaning from their starry thrones | A |
| Ineffable nor any heaven wrought dream | S |
| Of sculptor or of poet we prefer | T |
| Such nightmare visions as in morbid brains | A |
| Take shape and substance thoughts that taint the air | C |
| And make all life unlovely Will it last | O |
| Beauty alone endures from age to age | P |
| From age to age endures handmaid of God | O |
| Poets who walk with her on earth go hence | A |
| Bearing a talisman You bury one | U |
| With his hushed music in some Potter's Field | O |
| The snows and rains blot out his very name | V |
| As he from life seems blotted through Time's glass | A |
| Slip the invisible and magic sands | A |
| That mark the century then falls a day | O |
| The world is suddenly conscious of a flower | T |
| Imperishable ever to be prized | O |
| Sprung from the mould of a forgotten grave | W |
| 'T is said the seeds wrapt up among the balms | A |
| And hieroglyphics of Egyptian kings | A |
| old strange vitality and planted grow | X |
| After the lapse of thrice a thousand years | A |
| Some day perchance some unregarded note | O |
| Of our poor friend here some sweet minor chord | O |
| That failed to lure our more accustomed ear | Y |
| Way witch the fancy of an unborn age | P |
| Who knows since seeds have such tenacity | O |
| Meanwhile he's dead with scantiest laurel won | U |
| And little of our Ninteenth Century gold | O |
| So take him Earth and this his mortal part | O |
| With that shrewd alchemy thou hast transmute | O |
| To flower and leaf in thine unending springs | A |
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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