Ego Dominus Tuus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFG HIJ H KLMNOPQ RSTUEV TWXHYZEA2ZB2C2D2ZZZE 2 ZD2F2Z G2FH2FZH2ZZI2AJ2 ZZH2 ZK2ZL2ZZZM2N2 O2CH2P2H2 CH2H2ZAQ2H2TH2ZZR2S2Hic On the grey sand beside the shallow stream | A |
Under your old wind beaten tower where still | B |
A lamp burns on beside the open book | C |
That Michael Robartes left you walk in the moon | D |
And though you have passed the best of life still trace | E |
Enthralled by the unconquerable delusion | F |
Magical shapes | G |
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Ille By the help of an image | H |
I call to my own opposite summon all | I |
That I have handled least least looked upon | J |
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Hic And I would find myself and not an image | H |
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Ille That is our modern hope and by its light | K |
We have lit upon the gentle sensitive mind | L |
And lost the old nonchalance of the hand | M |
Whether we have chosen chisel pen or brush | N |
We are but critics or but half create | O |
Timid entangled empty and abashed | P |
Lacking the countenance of our friends | Q |
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Hic And yet | R |
The chief imagination of Christendom | S |
Dante Alighieri so utterly found himself | T |
That he has made that hollow face of his | U |
More plain to the mind's eye than any face | E |
But that of Christ | V |
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Ille And did he find himself | T |
Or was the hunger that had made it hollow | W |
A hunger for the apple on the bough | X |
Most out of reach and is that spectral image | H |
The man that Lapo and that Guido knew | Y |
I think he fashioned from his opposite | Z |
An image that might have been a stony face | E |
Staring upon a Bedouin's horse hair roof | A2 |
From doored and windowed cliff or half upturned | Z |
Among the coarse grass and the camel dung | B2 |
He set his chisel to the hardest stone | C2 |
Being mocked by Guido for his lecherous life | D2 |
Derided and deriding driven out | Z |
To climb that stair and eat that bitter bread | Z |
He found the unpersuadable justice he found | Z |
The most exalted lady loved by a man | E2 |
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Hic Yet surely there are men who have made their art | Z |
Out of no tragic war lovers of life | D2 |
Impulsive men that look for happiness | F2 |
And sing when t hey have found it | Z |
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Ille No not sing | G2 |
For those that love the world serve it in action | F |
Grow rich popular and full of influence | H2 |
And should they paint or write still it is action | F |
The struggle of the fly in marmalade | Z |
The rhetorician would deceive his neighbours | H2 |
The sentimentalist himself while art | Z |
Is but a vision of reality | Z |
What portion in the world can the artist have | I2 |
Who has awakened from the common dream | A |
But dissipation and despair | J2 |
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Hic And yet | Z |
No one denies to Keats love of the world | Z |
Remember his deliberate happiness | H2 |
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Ille His art is happy but who knows his mind | Z |
I see a schoolboy when I think of him | K2 |
With face and nose pressed to a sweet shop window | Z |
For certainly he sank into his grave | L2 |
His senses and his heart unsatisfied | Z |
And made being poor ailing and ignorant | Z |
Shut out from all the luxury of the world | Z |
The coarse bred son of a livery stable keeper | M2 |
Luxuriant song | N2 |
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Hic Why should you leave the lamp | O2 |
Burning alone beside an open book | C |
And trace these characters upon the sands | H2 |
A style is found by sedentary toil | P2 |
And by the imitation of great masters | H2 |
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Ille Because I seek an image not a book | C |
Those men that in their writings are most wise | H2 |
Own nothing but their blind stupefied hearts | H2 |
I call to the mysterious one who yet | Z |
Shall walk the wet sands by the edge of the stream | A |
And look most like me being indeed my double | Q2 |
And prove of all imaginable things | H2 |
The most unlike being my anti self | T |
And standing by these characters disclose | H2 |
All that I seek and whisper it as though | Z |
He were afraid the birds who cry aloud | Z |
Their momentary cries before it is dawn | R2 |
Would carry it away to blasphemous men | S2 |
William Butler Yeats
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