An Evening Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFCCGGFFHHII JJKKLLMMFFCCJJCCIINN OOFFNNCCPQFFIIKKFFNN NRRSSTTUUJJRRVVFFBWX PYYZZA2JLB2HHFFC2C2D 2YE2E2QPSSHHF2F2G2G2 H2H2CCTTI2I2FFHHJ2J2 FFK2K2LLL2L2G2G2FFTT KKM2M2FFFFFFN2N2FFM2 M2FFC2C2FFC2C2MMMMTT FFFFI2I2CCJ2J2C2C2G2 G2IIFFFFMMIIG2G2MMMM IIO2O2G2G2G2O2O2J2J2 MMMIIFFJ2J2FFFFFFFFF FMMMMC2C2IIMMCCIITTC 2C2FFMMMMMMMMMMCCMMM MJ2J2MMMIIMMMMFFFFCC L2L2IICCMMCO2J2J2III IMMFFFFFFFFFFC2C2CCC CIIMMJ2J2FFMMC2C2MMM MFFFFMME2E2C2C2CCIIC 2C2J2J2CCFFVVFFFFMMF FMMJ2J2III2I2CCC2C2I IMMAddressed To A Young Lady | A |
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Far from my dearest Friend 'tis mine to rove | B |
Through bare grey dell high wood and pastoral cove | B |
Where Derwent rests and listens to the roar | C |
That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore | C |
Where peace to Grasmere's lonely island leads | D |
To willowy hedge rows and to emerald meads | D |
Leads to her bridge rude church and cottaged grounds | E |
Her rocky sheepwalks and her woodland bounds | E |
Where undisturbed by winds Winander sleeps | F |
'Mid clustering isles and holly sprinkled steeps | F |
Where twilight glens endear my Esthwaite's shore | C |
And memory of departed pleasures more | C |
Fair scenes erewhile I taught a happy child | G |
The echoes of your rocks my carols wild | G |
The spirit sought not then in cherished sadness | F |
A cloudy substitute for failing gladness | F |
In youth's keen eye the livelong day was bright | H |
The sun at morning and the stars at night | H |
Alike when first the bittern's hollow bill | I |
Was heard or woodcocks roamed the moonlight hill | I |
In thoughtless gaiety I coursed the plain | J |
And hope itself was all I knew of pain | J |
For then the inexperienced heart would beat | K |
At times while young Content forsook her seat | K |
And wild Impatience pointing upward showed | L |
Through passes yet unreached a brighter road | L |
Alas the idle tale of man is found | M |
Depicted in the dial's moral round | M |
Hope with reflection blends her social rays | F |
To gild the total tablet of his days | F |
Yet still the sport of some malignant power | C |
He knows but from its shade the present hour | C |
But why ungrateful dwell on idle pain | J |
To show what pleasures yet to me remain | J |
Say will my Friend with unreluctant ear | C |
The history of a poet's evening hear | C |
When in the south the wan noon brooding still | I |
Breathed a pale steam around the glaring hill | I |
And shades of deep embattled clouds were seen | N |
Spotting the northern cliffs with lights between | N |
When crowding cattle checked by rails that make | O |
A fence far stretched into the shallow lake | O |
Lashed the cool water with their restless tails | F |
Or from high points of rock looked out for fanning gales | F |
When school boys stretched their length upon the green | N |
And round the broad spread oak a glimmering scene | N |
In the rough fern clad park the herded deer | C |
Shook the still twinkling tail and glancing ear | C |
When horses in the sunburnt intake stood | P |
And vainly eyed below the tempting flood | Q |
Or tracked the passenger in mute distress | F |
With forward neck the closing gate to press | F |
Then while I wandered where the huddling rill | I |
Brightens with water breaks the hollow ghyll | I |
As by enchantment an obscure retreat | K |
Opened at once and stayed my devious feet | K |
While thick above the rill the branches close | F |
In rocky basin its wild waves repose | F |
Inverted shrubs and moss of gloomy green | N |
Cling from the rocks with pale wood weeds between | N |
And its own twilight softens the whole scene | N |
Save where aloft the subtle sunbeams shine | R |
On withered briars that o'er the crags recline | R |
Save where with sparkling foam a small cascade | S |
Illumines from within the leafy shade | S |
Beyond along the vista of the brook | T |
Where antique roots its bustling course o'erlook | T |
The eye reposes on a secret bridge | U |
Half grey half shagged with ivy to its ridge | U |
There bending o'er the stream the listless swain | J |
Lingers behind his disappearing wain | J |
Did Sabine grace adorn my living line | R |
Blandusia's praise wild stream should yield to thine | R |
Never shall ruthless minister of death | V |
'Mid thy soft glooms the glittering steel unsheath | V |
No goblets shall for thee be crowned with flowers | F |
No kid with piteous outcry thrill thy bowers | F |
The mystic shapes that by thy margin rove | B |
A more benignant sacrifice approve | W |
A mind that in a calm angelic mood | X |
Of happy wisdom meditating good | P |
Beholds of all from her high powers required | Y |
Much done and much designed and more desired | Y |
Harmonious thoughts a soul by truth refined | Z |
Entire affection for all human kind | Z |
Dear Brook farewell To morrow's noon again | A2 |
Shall hide me wooing long thy wildwood strain | J |
But now the sun has gained his western road | L |
And eve's mild hour invites my steps abroad | B2 |
While near the midway cliff the silvered kite | H |
In many a whistling circle wheels her flight | H |
Slant watery lights from parting clouds apace | F |
Travel along the precipice's base | F |
Cheering its naked waste of scattered stone | C2 |
By lichens grey and scanty moss o'ergrown | C2 |
Where scarce the foxglove peeps or thistle's beard | D2 |
And restless stone chat all day long is heard | Y |
How pleasant as the sun declines to view | E2 |
The spacious landscape change in form and hue | E2 |
Here vanish as in mist before a flood | Q |
Of bright obscurity hill lawn and wood | P |
There objects by the searching beams betrayed | S |
Come forth and here retire in purple shade | S |
Even the white stems of birch the cottage white | H |
Soften their glare before the mellow light | H |
The skiffs at anchor where with umbrage wide | F2 |
Yon chestnuts half the latticed boat house hide | F2 |
Shed from their sides that face the sun's slant beam | G2 |
Strong flakes of radiance on the tremulous stream | G2 |
Raised by yon travelling flock a dusty cloud | H2 |
Mounts from the road and spreads its moving shroud | H2 |
The shepherd all involved in wreaths of fire | C |
Now shows a shadowy speck and now is lost entire | C |
Into a gradual calm the breezes sink | T |
A blue rim borders all the lake's still brink | T |
There doth the twinkling aspen's foliage sleep | I2 |
And insects clothe like dust the glassy deep | I2 |
And now on every side the surface breaks | F |
Into blue spots and slowly lengthening streaks | F |
Here plots of sparkling water tremble bright | H |
With thousand thousand twinkling points of light | H |
There waves that hardly weltering die away | J2 |
Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray | J2 |
And now the whole wide lake in deep repose | F |
Is hushed and like a burnished mirror glows | F |
Save where along the shady western marge | K2 |
Coasts with industrious oar the charcoal barge | K2 |
Their panniered train a group of potters goad | L |
Winding from side to side up the steep road | L |
The peasant from yon cliff of fearful edge | L2 |
Shot down the headlong path darts with his sledge | L2 |
Bright beams the lonely mountain horse illume | G2 |
Feeding 'mid purple heath green rings and broom | G2 |
While the sharp slope the slackened team confounds | F |
Downward the ponderous timber wain resounds | F |
In foamy breaks the rill with merry song | T |
Dashed o'er the rough rock lightly leaps along | T |
From lonesome chapel at the mountain's feet | K |
Three humble bells their rustic chime repeat | K |
Sounds from the water side the hammered boat | M2 |
And 'blasted' quarry thunders heard remote | M2 |
Even here amid the sweep of endless woods | F |
Blue pomp of lakes high cliffs and falling floods | F |
Not undelightful are the simplest charms | F |
Found by the grassy door of mountain farms | F |
Sweetly ferocious round his native walks | F |
Pride of his sister wives the monarch stalks | F |
Spur clad his nervous feet and firm his tread | N2 |
A crest of purple tops the warrior's head | N2 |
Bright sparks his black and rolling eye ball hurls | F |
Afar his tail he closes and unfurls | F |
On tiptoe reared he strains his clarion throat | M2 |
Threatened by faintly answering farms remote | M2 |
Again with his shrill voice the mountain rings | F |
While flapped with conscious pride resound his wings | F |
Where mixed with graceful birch the sombrous pine | C2 |
And yew tree o'er the silver rocks recline | C2 |
I love to mark the quarry's moving trains | F |
Dwarf panniered steeds and men and numerous wains | F |
How busy all the enormous hive within | C2 |
While Echo dallies with its various din | C2 |
Some hear yon not their chisels' clinking sound | M |
Toil small as pigmies in the gulf profound | M |
Some dim between the lofty cliffs descried | M |
O'erwalk the slender plank from side to side | M |
These by the pale blue rocks that ceaseless ring | T |
In airy baskets hanging work and sing | T |
Just where a cloud above the mountain rears | F |
An edge all flame the broadening sun appears | F |
A long blue bar its aegis orb divides | F |
And breaks the spreading of its golden tides | F |
And now that orb has touched the purple steep | I2 |
Whose softened image penetrates the deep | I2 |
'Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire | C |
With towers and woods a prospect all on fire | C |
While coves and secret hollows through a ray | J2 |
Of fainter gold a purple gleam betray | J2 |
Each slip of lawn the broken rocks between | C2 |
Shines in the light with more than earthly green | C2 |
Deep yellow beams the scattered stems illume | G2 |
Far in the level forest's central gloom | G2 |
Waving his hat the shepherd from the vale | I |
Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale | I |
The dog loud barking 'mid the glittering rocks | F |
Hunts where his master points the intercepted flocks | F |
Where oaks o'erhang the road the radiance shoots | F |
On tawny earth wild weeds and twisted roots | F |
The druid stones a brightened ring unfold | M |
And all the babbling brooks are liquid gold | M |
Sunk to a curve the day star lessens still | I |
Gives one bright glance and drops behind the hill | I |
In these secluded vales if village fame | G2 |
Confirmed by hoary hairs belief may claim | G2 |
When up the hills as now retired the light | M |
Strange apparitions mocked the shepherd's sight | M |
The form appears of one that spurs his steed | M |
Midway along the hill with desperate speed | M |
Unhurt pursues his lengthened flight while all | I |
Attend at every stretch his headlong fall | I |
Anon appears a brave a gorgeous show | O2 |
Of horsemen shadows moving to and fro | O2 |
At intervals imperial banners stream | G2 |
And now the van reflects the solar beam | G2 |
The rear through iron brown betrays a sullen gleam | G2 |
While silent stands the admiring crowd below | O2 |
Silent the visionary warriors go | O2 |
Winding in ordered pomp their upward way | J2 |
Till the last banner of the long array | J2 |
Has disappeared and every trace is fled | M |
Of splendour save the beacon's spiry head | M |
Tipt with eve's latest gleam of burning red | M |
Now while the solemn evening shadows sail | I |
On slowly waving pinions down the vale | I |
And fronting the bright west yon oak entwines | F |
Its darkening boughs and leaves in stronger lines | F |
'Tis pleasant near the tranquil lake to stray | J2 |
Where winding on along some secret bay | J2 |
The swan uplifts his chest and backward flings | F |
His neck a varying arch between his towering wings | F |
The eye that marks the gliding creature sees | F |
How graceful pride can be and how majestic ease | F |
While tender cares and mild domestic loves | F |
With furtive watch pursue her as she moves | F |
The female with a meeker charm succeeds | F |
And her brown little ones around her leads | F |
Nibbling the water lilies as they pass | F |
Or playing wanton with the floating grass | F |
She in a mother's care her beauty's pride | M |
Forgetting calls the wearied to her side | M |
Alternately they mount her back and rest | M |
Close by her mantling wings' embraces prest | M |
Long may they float upon this flood serene | C2 |
Theirs be these holms untrodden still and green | C2 |
Where leafy shades fence off the blustering gale | I |
And breathes in peace the lily of the vale | I |
Yon isle which feels not even the milkmaid's feet | M |
Yet hears her song by distance made more sweet | M |
Yon isle conceals their home their hut like bower | C |
Green water rushes overspread the floor | C |
Long grass and willows form the woven wall | I |
And swings above the roof the poplar tall | I |
Thence issuing often with unwieldy stalk | T |
They crush with broad black feet their flowery walk | T |
Or from the neighbouring water hear at morn | C2 |
The hound the horse's tread and mellow horn | C2 |
Involve their serpent necks in changeful rings | F |
Rolled wantonly between their slippery wings | F |
Or starting up with noise and rude delight | M |
Force half upon the wave their cumbrous flight | M |
Fair Swan by all a mother's joys caressed | M |
Haply some wretch has eyed and called thee blessed | M |
When with her infants from some shady seat | M |
By the lake's edge she rose to face the noontide heat | M |
Or taught their limbs along the dusty road | M |
A few short steps to totter with their load | M |
I see her now denied to lay her head | M |
On cold blue nights in hut or straw built shed | M |
Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cry | C |
By pointing to the gliding moon on high | C |
When low hung clouds each star of summer hide | M |
And fireless are the valleys far and wide | M |
Where the brook brawls along the public road | M |
Dark with bat haunted ashes stretching broad | M |
Oft has she taught them on her lap to lay | J2 |
The shining glow worm or in heedless play | J2 |
Toss it from hand to hand disquieted | M |
While others not unseen are free to shed | M |
Green unmolested light upon their mossy bed | M |
Oh when the sleety showers her path assail | I |
And like a torrent roars the headstrong gale | I |
No more her breath can thaw their fingers cold | M |
Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold | M |
Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shield | M |
And faint the fire a dying heart can yield | M |
Press the sad kiss fond mother vainly fears | F |
Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears | F |
No tears can chill them and no bosom warms | F |
Thy breast their death bed coffined in thine arms | F |
Sweet are the sounds that mingle from afar | C |
Heard by calm lakes as peeps the folding star | C |
Where the duck dabbles 'mid the rustling sedge | L2 |
And feeding pike starts from the water's edge | L2 |
Or the swan stirs the reeds his neck and bill | I |
Wetting that drip upon the water still | I |
And heron as resounds the trodden shore | C |
Shoots upward darting his long neck before | C |
Now with religious awe the farewell light | M |
Blends with the solemn colouring of night | M |
'Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow | C |
And round the west's proud lodge their shadows throw | O2 |
Like Una shining on her gloomy way | J2 |
The half seen form of Twilight roams astray | J2 |
Shedding through paly loop holes mild and small | I |
Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall | I |
Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale | I |
Tracking the motions of the fitful gale | I |
With restless interchange at once the bright | M |
Wins on the shade the shade upon the light | M |
No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze | F |
On lovelier spectacle in faery days | F |
When gentle Spirits urged a sportive chase | F |
Brushing with lucid wands the water's face | F |
While music stealing round the glimmering deeps | F |
Charmed the tall circle of the enchanted steeps | F |
The lights are vanished from the watery plains | F |
No wreck of all the pageantry remains | F |
Unheeded night has overcome the vales | F |
On the dark earth the wearied vision fails | F |
The latest lingerer of the forest train | C2 |
The lone black fir forsakes the faded plain | C2 |
Last evening sight the cottage smoke no more | C |
Lost in the thickened darkness glimmers hoar | C |
And towering from the sullen dark brown mere | C |
Like a black wall the mountain steeps appear | C |
Now o'er the soothed accordant heart we feel | I |
A sympathetic twilight slowly steal | I |
And ever as we fondly muse we find | M |
The soft gloom deepening on the tranquil mind | M |
Stay pensive sadly pleasing visions stay | J2 |
Ah no as fades the vale they fade away | J2 |
Yet still the tender vacant gloom remains | F |
Still the cold cheek its shuddering tear retains | F |
The bird who ceased with fading light to thread | M |
Silent the hedge or steamy rivulet's bed | M |
From his grey re appearing tower shall soon | C2 |
Salute with gladsome note the rising moon | C2 |
While with a hoary light she frosts the ground | M |
And pours a deeper blue to Aether's bound | M |
Pleased as she moves her pomp of clouds to fold | M |
In robes of azure fleecy white and gold | M |
Above yon eastern hill where darkness broods | F |
O'er all its vanished dells and lawns and woods | F |
Where but a mass of shade the sight can trace | F |
Even now she shews half veiled her lovely face | F |
Across the gloomy valley flings her light | M |
Far to the western slopes with hamlets white | M |
And gives where woods the chequered upland strew | E2 |
To the green corn of summer autumn's hue | E2 |
Thus Hope first pouring from her blessed horn | C2 |
Her dawn far lovelier than the moon's own morn | C2 |
Till higher mounted strives in vain to cheer | C |
The weary hills impervious blackening near | C |
Yet does she still undaunted throw the while | I |
On darling spots remote her tempting smile | I |
Even now she decks for me a distant scene | C2 |
For dark and broad the gulf of time between | C2 |
Gilding that cottage with her fondest ray | J2 |
Sole bourn sole wish sole object of my way | J2 |
How fair its lawns and sheltering woods appear | C |
How sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear | C |
Where we my Friend to happy days shall rise | F |
Till our small share of hardly paining sighs | F |
For sighs will ever trouble human breath | V |
Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death | V |
But now the clear bright Moon her zenith gains | F |
And rimy without speck extend the plains | F |
The deepest cleft the mountain's front displays | F |
Scarce hides a shadow from her searching rays | F |
From the dark blue faint silvery threads divide | M |
The hills while gleams below the azure tide | M |
Time softly treads throughout the landscape breathes | F |
A peace enlivened not disturbed by wreaths | F |
Of charcoal smoke that o'er the fallen wood | M |
Steal down the hill and spread along the flood | M |
The song of mountain streams unheard by day | J2 |
Now hardly heard beguiles my homeward way | J2 |
Air listens like the sleeping water still | I |
To catch the spiritual music of the hill | I |
Broke only by the slow clock tolling deep | I2 |
Or shout that wakes the ferry man from sleep | I2 |
The echoed hoof nearing the distant shore | C |
The boat's first motion made with dashing oar | C |
Sound of closed gate across the water borne | C2 |
Hurrying the timid hare through rustling corn | C2 |
The sportive outcry of the mocking owl | I |
And at long intervals the mill dog's howl | I |
The distant forge's swinging thump profound | M |
Or yell in the deep woods of lonely hound | M |
William Wordsworth
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