Andante Con Moto Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCADCBCEFDEDCCGFFG HIHJIKKJIHCCHCLCLCHH BBCMCCBMBBHHCHHNCNNC CN BDBBDBOBOCPCPBQBCQCR RS CCCHCHCC TTCTCBBCBCC| Forth from the dust and din | A |
| The crush the heat the many spotted glare | B |
| The odour and sense of life and lust aflare | B |
| The wrangle and jangle of unrests | C |
| Let us take horse Dear Heart take horse and win | A |
| As from swart August to the green lap of May | D |
| To quietness and the fresh and fragrant breasts | C |
| Of the still delicious night not yet aware | B |
| In any of her innumerable nests | C |
| Of that first sudden plash of dawn | E |
| Clear sapphirine luminous large | F |
| Which tells that soon the flowing springs of day | D |
| In deep and ever deeper eddies drawn | E |
| Forward and up in wider and wider way | D |
| Shall float the sands and brim the shores | C |
| On this our lith of the World as round it roars | C |
| And spins into the outlook of the Sun | G |
| The Lord's first gift the Lord's especial charge | F |
| With light with living light from marge to marge | F |
| Until the course He set and staked be run | G |
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| Through street and square through square and street | H |
| Each with his home grown quality of dark | I |
| And violated silence loud and fleet | H |
| Waylaid by a merry ghost at every lamp | J |
| The hansom wheels and plunges Hark O hark | I |
| Sweet how the old mare's bit and chain | K |
| Ring back a rough refrain | K |
| Upon the marked and cheerful tramp | J |
| Of her four shoes Here is the Park | I |
| And O the languid midsummer wafts adust | H |
| The tired midsummer blooms | C |
| O the mysterious distances the glooms | C |
| Romantic the august | H |
| And solemn shapes At night this City of Trees | C |
| Turns to a tryst of vague and strange | L |
| And monstrous Majesties | C |
| Let loose from some dim underworld to range | L |
| These terrene vistas till their twilight sets | C |
| When dispossessed of wonderfulness they stand | H |
| Beggared and common plain to all the land | H |
| For stooks of leaves And lo the Wizard Hour | B |
| His silent shining sorcery winged with power | B |
| Still still the streets between their carcanets | C |
| Of linking gold are avenues of sleep | M |
| But see how gable ends and parapets | C |
| In gradual beauty and significance | C |
| Emerge And did you hear | B |
| That little twitter and cheep | M |
| Breaking inordinately loud and clear | B |
| On this still spectral exquisite atmosphere | B |
| 'Tis a first nest at matins And behold | H |
| A rakehell cat how furtive and acold | H |
| A spent witch homing from some infamous dance | C |
| Obscene quick trotting see her tip and fade | H |
| Through shadowy railings into a pit of shade | H |
| And now a little wind and shy | N |
| The smell of ships that earnest of romance | C |
| A sense of space and water and thereby | N |
| A lamplit bridge ouching the troubled sky | N |
| And look O look a tangle of silver gleams | C |
| And dusky lights our River and all his dreams | C |
| His dreams that never save in our deaths can die | N |
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| What miracle is happening in the air | B |
| Charging the very texture of the gray | D |
| With something luminous and rare | B |
| The night goes out like an ill parcelled fire | B |
| And as one lights a candle it is day | D |
| The extinguisher that perks it like a spire | B |
| On the little formal church is not yet green | O |
| Across the water but the house tops nigher | B |
| The corner lines the chimneys look how clean | O |
| How new how naked See the batch of boats | C |
| Here at the stairs washed in the fresh sprung beam | P |
| And those are barges that were goblin floats | C |
| Black hag steered fraught with devilry and dream | P |
| And in the piles the water frolics clear | B |
| The ripples into loose rings wander and flee | Q |
| And we we can behold that could but hear | B |
| The ancient River singing as he goes | C |
| New mailed in morning to the ancient Sea | Q |
| The gas burns lank and jaded in its glass | C |
| The old Ruffian soon shall yawn himself awake | R |
| And light his pipe and shoulder his tools and take | R |
| His hobnailed way to work | S |
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| Let us too pass | C |
| Pass ere the sun leaps and your shadow shows | C |
| Through these long blindfold rows | C |
| Of casements staring blind to right and left | H |
| Each with his gaze turned inward on some piece | C |
| Of life in death's own likeness Life bereft | H |
| Of living looks as by the Great Release | C |
| Pass to an exquisite night's more exquisite close | C |
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| Reach upon reach of burial so they feel | T |
| These colonies of dreams And as we steal | T |
| Homeward together but for the buxom breeze | C |
| Fitfully frolicking to heel | T |
| With news of dawn drenched woods and tumbling seas | C |
| We might thus awed thus lonely that we are | B |
| Be wandering some dispeopled star | B |
| Some world of memories and unbroken graves | C |
| So broods the abounding Silence near and far | B |
| Till even your footfall craves | C |
| Forgiveness of the majesty it braves | C |
William Ernest Henley
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