A Rhapsody Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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There is a God most surely in the heavensA
Who smileth always though His face be hidB
And young Joy cometh as His messengerC
Upon the Earth like to a rushing windD
Scattering the dead leaves of our discontentE
Ere yet we see him Then he setteth usF
Upon his back and flieth to God's presenceG
Till on our faces there is seen the lightH
Which streameth from His brows for evermoreI
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There is a God Ay by this breath of dawnJ
I swear there is a God even here on EarthK
And see a blush upon the edge of heavenL
Bearing me witness There is something changedM
About these woods since yesterday a lookN
Of shame on Nature's face a consciousnessF
In the bent flowers a troubled tell tale gleamO
On the lake's brim This morning as I passedP
Over the lawn there was an instant's hushQ
Among the trees and then a whisperingR
Which woke the birds and of a sudden loS
A thousand voices breathed conspiracyT
And now a silence There are listening earsU
In all these bushes waiting till I speakV
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There is a God I swear it on the truthW
Of my new joy which is not of the EarthK
But grows within my hand a thing of strengthX
A wonder to the Earth whose old worn heartY
Has long been joyless Listen while I speakV
Ye autumn woods Ye ancient forest treesZ
Lend me your ears Thou little brook be stillA2
Till I have spoken for I have a taleB2
For the morning's ear and O thou Nature's voiceC2
Be silent this one day and hear of joyD2
Newer than thine You friends whom I have lovedE2
Listen and stop me not with word or signF2
Till I have poured my heart into your earsU
For if you spoke to me I should not hearG2
And if you wept with me I should not seeT
And if you mocked me I should not suspectH2
Being this day the fool of happinessF
And all my blood is full of dancing motesI2
And in my brain are chords of silver toneJ2
Divinely struck to statelier harmoniesZ
Than Heaven's own harping and my eyes have tearsK2
Which brim and quiver but they will not fallL2
For they are far too happy in my eyesM2
Tears what of tears which are but new delightsN2
New visions of new joys which none have seenO2
And which are mine Such only SolomonL
Saw when he sat upon his ivory throneJ2
And lo the pageantry of Sheba cameP2
Bearing its queen upon a sandal bedQ2
And laid her at his feet These even IR2
Who live and speak with you have seen to nightH
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And mark how simply wonders come aboutS2
And take our hearts by storm as in the nightH
Fate creeps upon a city I had fledQ2
Four months ago when July nights were youngT2
Out to the wilderness to be aloneJ2
Four months four summer months among the hillsU2
So far from my old life I had forgotV2
All to my name None knew me but my dogW2
And he was secret Thus in pedlar's guiseM2
With pack and staff and bartering such small waresK2
Of pills and ointments as the vulgar loveX2
And gathering simples I had worked my wayY2
Through every valley of the Candriote hillsU2
Four summer months of silence and the balmZ2
Of the green pastures where the cattle goS
In the long droughts among the giant rocksA3
Which are the walls of heaven the ibex' homeB3
Among the dells where the green lizards lurkC3
Waiting for sunrise Oh I knew them allL2
The speckled birds which live among the stonesD3
I made new friendship with each grass and weedE3
Each moss and lichen Every flower becameP2
Like a familiar face and as I passedP
The harebell nodded to me from her stemF3
The gentian opened wide her sapphire eyesM2
And the Alp roses blushed But most of allL2
The butterflies were mine I marked each oneL
As he came sailing down upon the windD
A furlong off The Argus looked at meT
Out of his hundred eyes and did not moveG3
I could have counted you the purple spotsH3
On great Apollo's wings The shepherds cameP2
And brought their sick that I might heal their woesI3
With my poor knowledge and I learned in turnJ3
Much weather wisdom and some wisdom tooK3
Fresh from their human hearts 'twas wealth to knowS
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And thus I lived and dreamed and drank the windD
Which snows had cooled and often I have stoodL3
On some tall pinnacle above the plainM3
And watched the clouds come flying on the breezeZ
To tear their fleeces on the jagged rocksA3
Until they caught and folded me aboutS2
In their damp garments and when these were goneJ
And the sun broke through the rain my very soulN3
Laughed with the sun washed white as a christened childO3
And all was clean forgotten but its joyD2
Such life was mine the short sweet summer throughK3
But when the August days were fled awayY2
And nights grew chill I came to BannastalN3
On the Uranian sea and there my fateP3
Was waiting for me though I knew it notV2
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My fate and what a fate Oh Lytton nowQ3
I see my life transfigured like a seer'sA3
My eyes are open I read plain the meaningR
Of all that I beheld and heard and knewK3
Through the past summer as in words of fireC
The sadness of my soul my pilgrimageR3
Among the hills each flower upon my wayY2
The sun the stars the passionate face of heavenL
The virtue of the earth which expectationL
Peopled for me with signs and propheciesA3
All all foretold the coming of a godS3
Nay more each hope each fancy each desireC
Each separate thought which I have thought each sorrowS
Laid on my heart each unseen accidentT3
Met in my road each word each look each choiceA3
Each idle dream that I have dreamt in follyN3
From my first hour till now I do acknowledgeU3
As the great forecast of a glorious fateP3
Of hope made ecstasy and life made loveX2
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And thus it is I learned the very truthW
That God is on this earth For twenty daysA3
Are come and gone and twenty nights have beenV3
More sunny than those days since these things wereC
And I still ride upon the back of joyD2
Which bears me bravely Still the flowers blowS
St Martin's summer has brought back the birdsA3
To sing in these old gardens as in JuneW3
Listen I hear one like the nightingaleN3
But sweeter and less sad and thus she singsA3
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Oh fly not Pleasure pleasant hearted PleasureC
Fold me thy wings I prithee yet and stayY2
For my heart no measureC
Knows nor other treasureC
To buy a garland for my love to dayY2
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And thou too Sorrow tender hearted SorrowS
Thou grey eyed mourner fly not yet awayY2
For I fain would borrowS
Thy sad weeds to morrowS
To make a mourning for love's yesterdayY2
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The voice of Pity Time's divine dear PityN3
Moved me to tears I dared not say them nayY2
But went forth from the cityN3
Making thus my dittyN3
Of fair love lost for ever and a dayY2

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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