Body And Soul: A Metaphysical Argument Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Man openeth the caseA
Body from the arroganceB
Of the Soul thou seekest shieldC
Makest prayer the old mis chanceD
Of your birth bond be repealedC
Since sayest thou the Soul would wieldC
Sovereign power and looks askanceD
At her partner in life's danceD
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Tell me Soul why claimest thouE
Of what right this sovereigntyF
Wherefore dost thou cloud thy browE
This thy partner standing nighG
Scorn is written in thine eyeG
Watching him Speak plain and showH
All thy plaint that I may knowH
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The Soul speakethE
Judge most just Wouldst ask of meF
My being's secret Ask the fireI
Why he is kindled in the treeF
And why his flames mount high and higherI
In scorn of the poor tortured pyreI
Which feedeth him Ask why the SeaF
Thus frets her bed eternallyF
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The flames their kindred flames would reachJ
The waves leap up towards the MoonK
And when they foam upon the beachJ
Grow pale like her From morn to noonK
The sun flower turneth with the SunL
A power there is in all and eachJ
Should lesson thee what I would teachJ
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For I am subtle as the airM
Which stirs the tree tops scattering wideN
The feathered seed blooms everywhereM
And ordering all itself unspiedN
And is unchanged while all besideN
Change and decay In me no shareM
Is of the death these others bearM
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Simple in essence I to theeF
Known but as one exiled by FateN
From her old home EternityF
And sunk awhile from her estateN
And bound to a material mateN
Through whose gross shape and qualityF
Alone my worth revealed may beF
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Yet shall I doubt me of the powerI
Inborn in me to seek a throneO
Although I stumble toward the hourI
Which waits with death my penance doneL
Body to naught and I to runL
Simple and unconditioned norP
On quality dependent moreP
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Or is faith nothing O I feelQ
Pity for this poor thing of dustN
And that is why I bid him kneelQ
And be ennobled for he mustN
Kneel first before his queen in trustN
Then would I strike him with my steelQ
And bind my spurs upon his heelQ
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But his mistrust defieth meF
His striving still against the bondN
Which joineth us nor will he seeF
Our wisdom must be straight uncrownedN
And he but perish of the woundN
In such divorcement were he freeF
This is my secret this my pleaF
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The Judge questionethF
Body hast thou heard arightN
How Soul thus doth thee denyG
She hath claimed in thy despiteN
Being from EternityN
Hast thou ancestry as highG
Tell thy title thou sad wightN
Else her claim will I requite Body repliethF
Wouldst thou know my lineageR
Look around thee Thou shalt traceA
From form to form from age to ageS
Fossil records of my raceA
I the latest claim my placeA
Engrossed on Earth's ancestral pageS
By right inscribed of heritageR
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Tell me in those days long goneT
Where was Soul What then her powerI
If to day she claims a throneO
Was she fashioned me beforeP
Both of us old Matter boreP
I the elder was Time's sonL
Ages vast ere Soul was knownO
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Soul came later My male mightN
Shielded her in her first cellU
She a frail fair anchoriteN
Guarded by my valiance wellU
Silent sanct intangibleV
All my joy she was and lightN
A new dawning on my nightN
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Thus the out set Tryst we keptN
In good concord I and sheN
Mine the strength which oversteppedN
Her weak life's propinquityN
Or we yielded mutuallyN
I was weary and she sleptN
She was wounded and I weptN
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Happy days of growth Ah whyG
Must change come with pride of youthF
She was eager slow foot IG
Glorious she I all uncouthF
Her new wit showed little ruthF
Threw out cunning wings to flyG
Made as she would pass me byG
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And when she found she could not winW
Alone upon the blast of TimeX
It irked her we were counted kinW
Until she held it me a crimeX
I should be matched with one sublimeX
And noble as she fain had beenW
And last she claimed to be my queenY
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Therefore from her arroganceB
And her pride I make appealQ
Praying this the ordinanceB
Of our birth bond grown unlealQ
Thou wouldst cancel or make realQ
Be our judge in this mis chanceD
Else decree deliverance Judgement is givenL
I am but by your unionL
With either Soul or Body lostN
All perisheth Then work ye onZ
Together friends not corpse and ghostN
To live and be is a brave boastN
Learn this alone ye nothing canA2
Yet both together ye make ManA2

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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