Coole Park And Ballylee Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACACDDEFEGEHIIJKJL MLNNOPQRQSTUNVNVNWXX YSYFZFA2A2AB2AB2AB2C 2C2QLQLQKD2D2E2NE2NE 2NJJF2ND2NG2NH2I2| I meditate upon a swallow's flight | A |
| Upon a aged woman and her house | B |
| A sycamore and lime tree lost in night | A |
| Although that western cloud is luminous | C |
| Great works constructed there in nature's spite | A |
| For scholars and for poets after us | C |
| Thoughts long knitted into a single thought | D |
| A dance like glory that those walls begot | D |
| There Hyde before he had beaten into prose | E |
| That noble blade the Muses buckled on | F |
| There one that ruffled in a manly pose | E |
| For all his timid heart there that slow man | G |
| That meditative man John Synge and those | E |
| Impetuous men Shawe Taylor and Hugh Lane | H |
| Found pride established in humility | I |
| A scene well Set and excellent company | I |
| They came like swallows and like swallows went | J |
| And yet a woman's powerful character | K |
| Could keep a Swallow to its first intent | J |
| And half a dozen in formation there | L |
| That seemed to whirl upon a compass point | M |
| Found certainty upon the dreaming air | L |
| The intellectual sweetness of those lines | N |
| That cut through time or cross it withershins | N |
| Here traveller scholar poet take your stand | O |
| When all those rooms and passages are gone | P |
| When nettles wave upon a shapeless mound | Q |
| And saplings root among the broken stone | R |
| And dedicate eyes bent upon the ground | Q |
| Back turned upon the brightness of the sun | S |
| And all the sensuality of the shade | T |
| A moment's memory to that laurelled head | U |
| Under my window ledge the waters race | N |
| Otters below and moor hens on the top | V |
| Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's face | N |
| Then darkening through dark' Raftery's cellar' drop | V |
| Run underground rise in a rocky place | N |
| In Coole demesne and there to finish up | W |
| Spread to a lake and drop into a hole | X |
| What's water but the generated soul | X |
| Upon the border of that lake's a wood | Y |
| Now all dry sticks under a wintry sun | S |
| And in a copse of beeches there I stood | Y |
| For Nature's pulled her tragic buskin on | F |
| And all the rant's a mirror of my mood | Z |
| At sudden thunder of the mounting swan | F |
| I turned about and looked where branches break | A2 |
| The glittering reaches of the flooded lake | A2 |
| Another emblem there That stormy white | A |
| But seems a concentration of the sky | B2 |
| And like the soul it sails into the sight | A |
| And in the morning's gone no man knows why | B2 |
| And is so lovely that it sets to right | A |
| What knowledge or its lack had set awry | B2 |
| So atrogantly pure a child might think | C2 |
| It can be murdered with a spot of ink | C2 |
| Sound of a stick upon the floor a sound | Q |
| From somebody that toils from chair to chair | L |
| Beloved books that famous hands have bound | Q |
| Old marble heads old pictures everywhere | L |
| Great rooms where travelled men and children found | Q |
| Content or joy a last inheritor | K |
| Where none has reigned that lacked a name and fame | D2 |
| Or out of folly into folly came | D2 |
| A spot whereon the founders lived and died | E2 |
| Seemed once more dear than life ancestral trees | N |
| Or gardens rich in memory glorified | E2 |
| Marriages alliances and families | N |
| And every bride's ambition satisfied | E2 |
| Where fashion or mere fantasy decrees | N |
| We shift about all that great glory spent | J |
| Like some poor Arab tribesman and his tent | J |
| We were the last romantics chose for theme | F2 |
| Traditional sanctity and loveliness | N |
| Whatever's written in what poets name | D2 |
| The book of the people whatever most can bless | N |
| The mind of man or elevate a rhyme | G2 |
| But all is changed that high horse riderless | N |
| Though mounted in that saddle Homer rode | H2 |
| Where the swan drifts upon a darkening flood | I2 |
William Butler Yeats
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