The Tower Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEDADAFGFGADAD A HHIJDKKD LMNNOPQO RSTTCHHC UUVVWXXW YYWWZA2A2B2 WWC2C2D2CCD2 WWE2F2C2HHC2 G2H2I2J2C2C2C2C2 C2C2C2CK2L2L2K2 WWM2N2O2I2P2O2 Q2ER2R2C2WWC2 YYS2T2D2AAD2 U2V2W2W2X2C2C2Y2 A DWDWW2HW2CZ2WA3WC2WC 2WCACAA2D2A2D2B3X2C3 D3DDDDA3C2Z2C2C2C2C2 C2H2WH2WA2 HA2CE3L2F3L2 W2WW2WAZAZ DBDBG3E2G3E2H3AH3AC2 AC2| I | A |
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| What shall I do with this absurdity | B |
| O heart O troubled heart this caricature | C |
| Decrepit age that has been tied to me | B |
| As to a dog's tail | D |
| Never had I more | E |
| Excited passionate fantastical | D |
| Imagination nor an ear and eye | A |
| That more expected the impossible | D |
| No not in boyhood when with rod and fly | A |
| Or the humbler worm I climbed Ben Bulben's back | F |
| And had the livelong summer day to spend | G |
| It seems that I must bid the Muse go pack | F |
| Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend | G |
| Until imagination ear and eye | A |
| Can be content with argument and deal | D |
| In abstract things or be derided by | A |
| A sort of battered kettle at the heel | D |
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| II | A |
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| I pace upon the battlements and stare | H |
| On the foundations of a house or where | H |
| Tree like a sooty finger starts from the earth | I |
| And send imagination forth | J |
| Under the day's declining beam and call | D |
| Images and memories | K |
| From ruin or from ancient trees | K |
| For I would ask a question of them all | D |
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| Beyond that ridge lived Mrs French and once | L |
| When every silver candlestick or sconce | M |
| Lit up the dark mahogany and the wine | N |
| A serving man that could divine | N |
| That most respected lady's every wish | O |
| Ran and with the garden shears | P |
| Clipped an insolent farmer's ears | Q |
| And brought them in a little covered dish | O |
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| Some few remembered still when I was young | R |
| A peasant girl commended by a Song | S |
| Who'd lived somewhere upon that rocky place | T |
| And praised the colour of her face | T |
| And had the greater joy in praising her | C |
| Remembering that if walked she there | H |
| Farmers jostled at the fair | H |
| So great a glory did the song confer | C |
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| And certain men being maddened by those rhymes | U |
| Or else by toasting her a score of times | U |
| Rose from the table and declared it right | V |
| To test their fancy by their sight | V |
| But they mistook the brightness of the moon | W |
| For the prosaic light of day | X |
| Music had driven their wits astray | X |
| And one was drowned in the great bog of Cloone | W |
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| Strange but the man who made the song was blind | Y |
| Yet now I have considered it I find | Y |
| That nothing strange the tragedy began | W |
| With Homer that was a blind man | W |
| And Helen has all living hearts betrayed | Z |
| O may the moon and sunlight seem | A2 |
| One inextricable beam | A2 |
| For if I triumph I must make men mad | B2 |
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| And I myself created Hanrahan | W |
| And drove him drunk or sober through the dawn | W |
| From somewhere in the neighbouring cottages | C2 |
| Caught by an old man's juggleries | C2 |
| He stumbled tumbled fumbled to and fro | D2 |
| And had but broken knees for hire | C |
| And horrible splendour of desire | C |
| I thought it all out twenty years ago | D2 |
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| Good fellows shuffled cards in an old bawn | W |
| And when that ancient ruffian's turn was on | W |
| He so bewitched the cards under his thumb | E2 |
| That all but the one card became | F2 |
| A pack of hounds and not a pack of cards | C2 |
| And that he changed into a hare | H |
| Hanrahan rose in frenzy there | H |
| And followed up those baying creatures towards | C2 |
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| O towards I have forgotten what enough | G2 |
| I must recall a man that neither love | H2 |
| Nor music nor an enemy's clipped ear | I2 |
| Could he was so harried cheer | J2 |
| A figure that has grown so fabulous | C2 |
| There's not a neighbour left to say | C2 |
| When he finished his dog's day | C2 |
| An ancient bankrupt master of this house | C2 |
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| Before that ruin came for centuries | C2 |
| Rough men at arms cross gartered to the knees | C2 |
| Or shod in iron climbed the narrow stairs | C2 |
| And certain men at arms there were | C |
| Whose images in the Great Memory stored | K2 |
| Come with loud cry and panting breast | L2 |
| To break upon a sleeper's rest | L2 |
| While their great wooden dice beat on the board | K2 |
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| As I would question all come all who can | W |
| Come old necessitous half mounted man | W |
| And bring beauty's blind rambling celebrant | M2 |
| The red man the juggler sent | N2 |
| Through God forsaken meadows Mrs French | O2 |
| Gifted with so fine an ear | I2 |
| The man drowned in a bog's mire | P2 |
| When mocking Muses chose the country wench | O2 |
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| Did all old men and women rich and poor | Q2 |
| Who trod upon these rocks or passed this door | E |
| Whether in public or in secret rage | R2 |
| As I do now against old age | R2 |
| But I have found an answer in those eyes | C2 |
| That are impatient to be gone | W |
| Go therefore but leave Hanrahan | W |
| For I need all his mighty memories | C2 |
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| Old lecher with a love on every wind | Y |
| Bring up out of that deep considering mind | Y |
| All that you have discovered in the grave | S2 |
| For it is certain that you have | T2 |
| Reckoned up every unforeknown unseeing | D2 |
| plunge lured by a softening eye | A |
| Or by a touch or a sigh | A |
| Into the labyrinth of another's being | D2 |
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| Does the imagination dwell the most | U2 |
| Upon a woman won or woman lost | V2 |
| If on the lost admit you turned aside | W2 |
| From a great labyrinth out of pride | W2 |
| Cowardice some silly over subtle thought | X2 |
| Or anything called conscience once | C2 |
| And that if memory recur the sun's | C2 |
| Under eclipse and the day blotted out | Y2 |
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| III | A |
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| It is time that I wrote my will | D |
| I choose upstanding men | W |
| That climb the streams until | D |
| The fountain leap and at dawn | W |
| Drop their cast at the side | W2 |
| Of dripping stone I declare | H |
| They shall inherit my pride | W2 |
| The pride of people that were | C |
| Bound neither to Cause nor to State | Z2 |
| Neither to slaves that were spat on | W |
| Nor to the tyrants that spat | A3 |
| The people of Burke and of Grattan | W |
| That gave though free to refuse | C2 |
| pride like that of the morn | W |
| When the headlong light is loose | C2 |
| Or that of the fabulous horn | W |
| Or that of the sudden shower | C |
| When all streams are dry | A |
| Or that of the hour | C |
| When the swan must fix his eye | A |
| Upon a fading gleam | A2 |
| Float out upon a long | D2 |
| Last reach of glittering stream | A2 |
| And there sing his last song | D2 |
| And I declare my faith | B3 |
| I mock plotinus' thought | X2 |
| And cry in plato's teeth | C3 |
| Death and life were not | D3 |
| Till man made up the whole | D |
| Made lock stock and barrel | D |
| Out of his bitter soul | D |
| Aye sun and moon and star all | D |
| And further add to that | A3 |
| That being dead we rise | C2 |
| Dream and so create | Z2 |
| Translunar paradise | C2 |
| I have prepared my peace | C2 |
| With learned Italian things | C2 |
| And the proud stones of Greece | C2 |
| Poet's imaginings | C2 |
| And memories of love | H2 |
| Memories of the words of women | W |
| All those things whereof | H2 |
| Man makes a superhuman | W |
| Mirror resembling dream | A2 |
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| As at the loophole there | H |
| The daws chatter and scream | A2 |
| And drop twigs layer upon layer | C |
| When they have mounted up | E3 |
| The mother bird will rest | L2 |
| On their hollow top | F3 |
| And so warm her wild nest | L2 |
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| I leave both faith and pride | W2 |
| To young upstanding men | W |
| Climbing the mountain side | W2 |
| That under bursting dawn | W |
| They may drop a fly | A |
| Being of that metal made | Z |
| Till it was broken by | A |
| This sedentary trade | Z |
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| Now shall I make my soul | D |
| Compelling it to study | B |
| In a learned school | D |
| Till the wreck of body | B |
| Slow decay of blood | G3 |
| Testy delirium | E2 |
| Or dull decrepitude | G3 |
| Or what worse evil come | E2 |
| The death of friends or death | H3 |
| Of every brilliant eye | A |
| That made a catch in the breath | H3 |
| Seem but the clouds of the sky | A |
| When the horizon fades | C2 |
| Or a bird's sleepy cry | A |
| Among the deepening shades | C2 |
William Butler Yeats
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