The Wisdom Of Merlyn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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These are the time words of Merlyn the voice of his age recordedA
All his wisdom of life the fruit of tears in his youth of joy in his manhood hoardedB
All the wit of his years unsealed to the witless alms awardedA
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These are his time gifts of song his help to the heavy ladenC
Words of an expert of life who has gathered its sins in his sack its virtues to grieve and gladdenC
Speaking aloud as one who is strong to the heart of man wife and maidenC
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For he is Merlyn of old the once young the still robed in gloryD
Ancient of days though he be with wisdom only for wealth and the crown of his locks grown hoaryD
Yet with the rage of his soul untamed the skill of his lips in storyD
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He dares not unhouselled die who has seen who has known who has tastedA
What of the splendours of Time of the wise wild joys of the Earth of the newness of pleasures questedA
All that is neither of then nor now Truth's naked self clean breastedA
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Things of youth and of strength the Earth with its infinite pityA
Glories of mountain and plain of streams that wind from the hills to the insolent human cityA
Dark with its traders of human woe enthroned in the seats of the mightyA
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Fair things nobler than Man before the day of his rulingE
Free in their ancient peace ere he came to change to destroy to hinder with his schoolingE
Asking naught that was his to give save freedom from his foolingE
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Beautiful wonderful wise a consonant law ruled heavenC
Garden ungardened yet in need yet hardly of God to walk there noon or evenF
Beast and bird and flower in its place Earth's wonders more than sevenC
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Of these he would speak and confess to the young who regard not their heirshipG
Of beauty to boys who are blind of might to the impotent strong to the women who crowd Time's fair shipG
Of pearls deep hid in Love's Indian seas the name of the God they worshipG
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Thus let it be with Merlyn before his daylight is endedA
One last psalm of his life the light of it lipped with laughter the might of it mixed and blendedA
Still with the subtle sweet need of tears than Pleasure's self more splendidA
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Psalm and hymn of the Earth expounding what Time teachesH
Creed no longer of wrath of silent issueless hopes of a thing which beyond Man's reach isI
Hope deferred till the heart grows sick while the preacher vainly preachesI
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Nay but a logic of life which needeth no deferringE
Life with its birthright love the sun the wind and the rain in multiple pleasure stirringE
Under the summer leaves at noon with no sad doubt of erringE
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No sad legend of sin since his an innocent EdenC
Is and a garden of grace its gateway clear of the sword its alleys not angel riddenC
Its tree of life at the lips of all and never a fruit forbiddenC
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Merlyn is no vain singer to vex men's ears in the streetA
Nay nor a maid's unbidden He importuneth none with his song be it never so wild and sweetA
She that hath ears to hear let her hear he will not follow her feetA
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Merlyn makes no petition He asketh of no man almsJ
Prince and prophet is he a monarch a giver of gifts a lord of the open plamsJ
Sueth he naught not at God's own hand though he laudeth the Lord in psalmsJ
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Merlyn would speak his message only to hearts that are strongK
To him that hath courage to climb who would gather time's samphire flowers who would venture the crags amongL
To her who would lesson her soul to fear with love for sermon and songK
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Merlyn hath arms of pity the weak he would hold to his soulM
Make them partakers of truth of the ancient weal of the Earth of the life throb from Pole to PoleM
He would hold them close he would dry their tears with a kiss he would make them wholeM
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Thus would he sing and to thee thou child with the eyes of passionC
Watching his face in the dark in the silent light of the stars while he in his godlike fashionC
Maketh his mock at the fears of men nor spareth to lay the lash onN
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Thus would thy Merlyn devise ere the days of his years be numberedA
Now at threescore and ten He would leave his word to the world his soul of its load uncumberedA
Then would he lay his ear to the grave and sleep as his childhood slumberedA
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What is the fruit of Wisdom To learn the proportion of thingsJ
To know the ant from the lion the whale from the crest of the wave the ditty the grasshopper singsJ
From the chaunt of the full fledged Paradise bird as he shakes the dew from his wingsJ
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There is one thing more than knowledge a harvest garnered by fewO
To tutor the heart to achieve to fashion the act to the hand to do and not yearn to doO
To say to the wish of the soul I will '' to have gathered the flower where it grewO
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I was young and they told me Tarry The rash in the nets are takenC
If there be doubt of thy deed abstain lest the day of danger behold thee by these forsakenC
Lest thou lie in the lion's den thou hast roused with the eyes thou hast dared to waken ''-
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They spake but I answered Nay who waiteth shall take no quarryA
Pleasure is fleet as the roe in the vales he feedeth to day but at nightwhen the eyes grow wearyA
Lo he hath passed to the desolate hills he is gone Nay he may not tarry ''-
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For Joy too needeth a net He cometh tame to thy handA
Asketh an alms of thy life to serve thee thy jubilant slave if thou wouldst but understandA
Then is thy moment O Man for the noose be it steel or a silken bandA
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Therefore where doubt is do Thou shalt stumble in thine endeavourP
Ay till thy knees be sore thy back with the arrows of grief and thou stand with an empty quiverP
Yet shall thy heart prevail through its pain for pain is a mastering leverP
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Wouldst thou be wise O Man At the knees of a woman beginF
Her eyes shall teach thee thy road the worth of the thing called pleasure the joy of the thing called sinF
Else shalt thou go to thy grave in pain for the folly that might have beenF
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For know the knowledge of women the beginning of wisdom isJ
Who had seven hundred wives and concubines hundreds three as we read in the book of blissJ
Solomon wisest of men and kings and all of them princesses ''-
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Yet be thou stronger than they To be ruled of a woman is illQ
Life hath an hundred ways beside the way of her arms to give thee of joy thy fillQ
Only is love of thy life the flower Be thine the ultimate willQ
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A right way is to be happy a wrong way too Then bewareR
Leave the colt in his stall he shall grow to a thankless jade be he never so fat and fairR
Sloth is a crime Rise up young fool and grasp thy joy by the hairR
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What is the motto of youth There is only one Be thou strongK
Do thy work and achieve with thy brain with thy hands with thy heart the deeds which to strength belongK
Strike each day thy blow for the right or failing strike for the wrongK
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He that would gain let him give The shut hand hardly shall winF
Open thy palms to the poor O thou of the indigent heart There shall pleas ure be poured thereinF
Use thy soul to the cord of joy If thou sin must strongly sinF
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Cast thy whole heart away The Earth philosophers tellS
Leaps to a pebble thrown be it never so little it moved to the bidding of that which fellS
Throw thy heart Thou shalt move the world though thou fall on the floor of HellS
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Few have the courage of loving Faint hearts The loss is theirsJ
Few of their idlest whims I would win to Rome ere I die '' one cried in his daily caresJ
Yet plods on on 'Change to his grave the slave of his stocks and sharesJ
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Learn to appraise thy desires to weigh the wares of thy heartA
If thou wouldst play with pleasure avoid Love's passionate tides its perilous Ocean chartA
Hug the shores of Love's inland seas and buy thy joys in the martA
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Love lightly but marry at leisure Wild Love is a flower of the fieldA
Waiting all hands to gather and ours If we leave it another will win it and kneel where we kneeledA
Marriage is one tame garden rose in a garden fenced and sealedA
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O thou who art sitting silent YouthT

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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