Meditations In Time Of Civil War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I Ancestral HousesA
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Surely among a rich man's flowering lawnsB
Amid the rustle of his planted hillsC
Life overflows without ambitious painsD
And rains down life until the basin spillsC
And mounts more dizzy high the more it rainsD
As though to choose whatever shape it willsC
And never stoop to a mechanicalE
Or servile shape at others' beck and callF
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Mere dreams mere dreams Yet Homer had not SungG
Had he not found it certain beyond dreamsH
That out of life's own self delight had sprungG
The abounding glittering jet though now it seemsH
As if some marvellous empty sea shell flungG
Out of the obscure dark of the rich streamsH
And not a fountain were the symbol whichI
Shadows the inherited glory of the richI
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Some violent bitter man some powerful manJ
Called architect and artist in that theyK
Bitter and violent men might rear in stoneL
The sweetness that all longed for night and dayK
The gentleness none there had ever knownL
But when the master's buried mice can playK
And maybe the great grandson of that houseM
For all its bronze and marble 's but a mouseM
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O what if gardens where the peacock straysN
With delicate feet upon old terracesA
Or else all Juno from an urn displaysN
Before the indifferent garden deitiesO
O what if levelled lawns and gravelled waysN
Where slippered Contemplation finds his easeO
And Childhood a delight for every senseP
But take our greatness with our violenceQ
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What if the glory of escutcheoned doorsR
And buildings that a haughtier age designedS
The pacing to and fro on polished floorsR
Amid great chambers and long galleries linedS
With famous portraits of our ancestorsT
What if those things the greatest of mankindS
Consider most to magnify or to blessU
But take our greatness with our bitternessV
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II My HouseM
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An ancient bridge and a more ancient towerW
A farmhouse that is sheltered by its wallF
An acre of stony groundX
Where the symbolic rose can break in flowerW
Old ragged elms old thorns innumerableE
The sound of the rain or soundX
Of every wind that blowsY
The stilted water henZ
Crossing Stream againZ
Scared by the splashing of a dozen cowsA2
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A winding stair a chamber arched with stoneL
A grey stone fireplace with an open hearthB2
A candle and written pageC2
Il Penseroso's Platonist toiled onD2
In some like chamber shadowing forthE2
How the daemonic rageC2
Imagined everythingF2
Benighted travellersT
From markets and from fairsG2
Have seen his midnight candle glimmeringF2
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Two men have founded here A man at armsH2
Gathered a score of horse and spent his daysN
In this tumultuous spotI2
Where through long wars and sudden night alarmsH2
His dwinding score and he seemed castawaysN
Forgetting and forgotI2
And I that after meJ2
My bodily heirs may findS
To exalt a lonely mindS
Befitting emblems of adversityJ2
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III My TableE
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Two heavy trestles and a boardK2
Where Sato's gift a changeless swordK2
By pen and paper liesL2
That it may moraliseL2
My days out of their aimlessnessL2
A bit of an embroidered dressL2
Covers its wooden sheathM2
Chaucer had not drawn breathN2
When it was forged In Sato's houseL2
Curved like new moon moon luminousL2
It lay five hundred yearsL2
Yet if no change appearsL2
No moon only an aching heartO2
Conceives a changeless work of artO2
Our learned men have urgedP2
That when and where 'twas forgedQ2
A marvellous accomplishmentR2
In painting or in pottery wentS2
From father unto sonT2
And through the centuries ranJ
And seemed unchanging like the swordK2
Soul's beauty being most adoredK2
Men and their business tookU2
Me soul's unchanging lookU2
For the most rich inheritorW
Knowing that none could pass Heaven's doorV2
That loved inferior artO2
Had such an aching heartO2
That he although a country's talkW2
For silken clothes and stately walkW2
Had waking wits it seemedX2
Juno's peacock screamedX2
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IV My DescendantsL2
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Having inherited a vigorous mindS
From my old fathers I must nourish dreamsL2
And leave a woman and a man behindS
As vigorous of mind and yet it seemsL2
Life scarce can cast a fragrance on the windS
Scarce spread a glory to the morning beamsL2
But the torn petals strew the garden plotI2
And there's but common greenness after thatY2
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And what if my descendants lose the flowerW
Through natural declension of the soulZ2
Through too much business with the passing hourW
Through too much play or marriage with a foolA3
May this laborious stair and this stark towerW
Become a roofless min that the owlB3
May build in the cracked masonry and cryC3
Her desolation to the desolate skyC3
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The primum Mobile that fashioned usL2
Has made the very owls in circles moveD3
And I that count myself most prosperousL2
Seeing that love and friendship are enoughE3
For an old neighbour's friendship chose the houseL2
And decked and altered it for a girl's loveF3
And know whatever flourish and declineG3
These stones remain their monument and mineG3
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V The Road at My DoorV2
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An affable IrregularW
A heavily built Falstaffian manJ
Comes cracking jokes of civil warV2
As though to die by gunshot wereW
The finest play under the sunT2
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A brown Lieutenant and his menZ
Half dressed in national uniformH3
Stand at my door and I complainI3
Of the foul weather hail and rainI3
A pear tree broken by the stormH3
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I count those feathered balls of sootJ3
The moor hen guides upon the streamK3
To silence the envy in my thoughtL3
And turn towards my chamber caughtI2
In the cold snows of a dreamK3
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VI The Stare's Nest by My WindowM3
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The bees build in the crevicesL2
Of loosening masonry and thereN3
The mother birds bring grubs and fliesL2
My wall is loosening honey beesL2
Come build in the empty house of the stateO3
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We are closed in and the key is turnedP3
On our uncertainty somewhereN3
A man is killed or a house burnedP3
Yet no clear fact to be discernedP3
Come build in he empty house of the stareN3
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A barricade of stone or of woodQ3
Some fourteen days of civil warV2
Last night they trundled down the roadR3
That dead young soldier in his bloodS3
Come build in the empty house of the stareN3
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We had fed the heart on fantasiesL2
The heart's grown brutal from the fareN3
More Substance in our enmitiesL2
Than in our love O honey beesL2
Come build in the empty house of the stareN3
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VII I see Phantoms of Hatred and of the Heart'sL2
Fullness and of the Coming EmptinessL2
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I climb to the tower top and lean upon broken stoneL
A mist that is like blown snow is sweeping over allF
Valley river and elms under the light of a moonT3
That seems unlike itself that seems unchangeableF
A glittering sword out of the east A puff of windS
And those white glimmering fragments of the mist sweep byC3
Frenzies bewilder reveries perturb the mindS
Monstrous familiar images swim to the mind's eyeC3
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'Vengeance upon the murderers ' the cry goes upU3
'Vengeance for Jacques Molay ' In cloud pale rags or in laceL2
The rage driven rage tormented and rage hungry troopV3
Trooper belabouring trooper biting at arm or at faceL2
Plunges towards nothing arms and fingers spreading wideW3
For the embrace of nothing and I my wits astrayK
Because of all that senseless tumult all but criedW3
For vengeance on the murderers of Jacques MolayF
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Their legs long delicate and slender aquamarine their eyesL2
Magical unicorns bear ladies on their backsL2
The ladies close their musing eyes No propheciesL2
Remembered out of Babylonian almanacsL2
Have closed the ladies' eyes their minds are but a poolF
Where even longing drowns under its own excessL2
Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are fullF
Of their own sweetness bodies of their lovelinessL2
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The cloud pale unicorns the eyes of aquamarineX3
The quivering half closed eyelids the rags of cloud or of laceL2
Or eyes that rage has brightened arms it has made leanX3
Give place to an indifferent multitude give placeL2
To brazen hawks Nor self delighting reverieJ2
Nor hate of what's to come nor pity for what's goneY3
Nothing but grip of claw and the eye's complacencyJ2
The innumerable clanging wings that have put out the moonT3
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I turn away and shut the door and on the stairN3
Wonder how many times I could have proved my worthZ3
In something that all others understand or shareN3
But O ambitious heart had such a proof drawn forthE2
A company of friends a conscience set at easeL2
It had but made us pine the more The abstract joyA4
The half read wisdom of daemonic imagesL2
Suffice the ageing man as once the growing boyA4

William Butler Yeats



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