An Evening Walk - Addressed To A Young Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Far from my dearest Friend 'tis mine to roveA
Through bare grey dell high wood and pastoral coveA
Where Derwent rests and listens to the roarB
That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high LodoreB
Where peace to Grasmere's lonely island leadsC
To willowy hedge rows and to emerald meadsC
Leads to her bridge rude church and cottaged groundsD
Her rocky sheepwalks and her woodland boundsD
Where undisturbed by winds Winander sleepsE
'Mid clustering isles and holly sprinkled steepsE
Where twilight glens endear my Esthwaite's shoreB
And memory of departed pleasures moreB
Fair scenes erewhile I taught a happy childF
The echoes of your rocks my carols wildF
The spirit sought not then in cherished sadnessE
A cloudy substitute for failing gladnessE
In youth's keen eye the livelong day was brightG
The sun at morning and the stars at nightG
Alike when first the bittern's hollow billH
Was heard or woodcocks roamed the moonlight hillH
In thoughtless gaiety I coursed the plainI
And hope itself was all I knew of painI
For then the inexperienced heart would beatJ
At times while young Content forsook her seatJ
And wild Impatience pointing upward showedK
Through passes yet unreached a brighter roadK
Alas the idle tale of man is foundL
Depicted in the dial's moral roundL
Hope with reflection blends her social raysE
To gild the total tablet of his daysE
Yet still the sport of some malignant powerB
He knows but from its shade the present hourB
But why ungrateful dwell on idle painI
To show what pleasures yet to me remainI
Say will my Friend with unreluctant earB
The history of a poet's evening hearB
When in the south the wan noon brooding stillH
Breathed a pale steam around the glaring hillH
And shades of deep embattled clouds were seenM
Spotting the northern cliffs with lights betweenM
When crowding cattle checked by rails that makeN
A fence far stretched into the shallow lakeN
Lashed the cool water with their restless tailsE
Or from high points of rock looked out for fanning galesE
When school boys stretched their length upon the greenM
And round the broad spread oak a glimmering sceneM
In the rough fern clad park the herded deerB
Shook the still twinkling tail and glancing earB
When horses in the sunburnt intake stoodO
And vainly eyed below the tempting floodP
Or tracked the passenger in mute distressE
With forward neck the closing gate to pressE
Then while I wandered where the huddling rillH
Brightens with water breaks the hollow ghyllH
As by enchantment an obscure retreatJ
Opened at once and stayed my devious feetJ
While thick above the rill the branches closeE
In rocky basin its wild waves reposeE
Inverted shrubs and moss of gloomy greenM
Cling from the rocks with pale wood weeds betweenM
And its own twilight softens the whole sceneM
Save where aloft the subtle sunbeams shineQ
On withered briars that o'er the crags reclineQ
Save where with sparkling foam a small cascadeR
Illumines from within the leafy shadeR
Beyond along the vista of the brookS
Where antique roots its bustling course o'erlookS
The eye reposes on a secret bridgeT
Half grey half shagged with ivy to its ridgeT
There bending o'er the stream the listless swainI
Lingers behind his disappearing wainI
Did Sabine grace adorn my living lineQ
Blandusia's praise wild stream should yield to thineQ
Never shall ruthless minister of deathU
'Mid thy soft glooms the glittering steel unsheathU
No goblets shall for thee be crowned with flowersE
No kid with piteous outcry thrill thy bowersE
The mystic shapes that by thy margin roveA
A more benignant sacrifice approveV
A mind that in a calm angelic moodW
Of happy wisdom meditating goodO
Beholds of all from her high powers requiredX
Much done and much designed and more desiredX
Harmonious thoughts a soul by truth refinedY
Entire affection for all human kindY
Dear Brook farewell To morrow's noon againZ
Shall hide me wooing long thy wildwood strainI
But now the sun has gained his western roadK
And eve's mild hour invites my steps abroadA2
While near the midway cliff the silvered kiteG
In many a whistling circle wheels her flightG
Slant watery lights from parting clouds apaceE
Travel along the precipice's baseE
Cheering its naked waste of scattered stoneB2
By lichens grey and scanty moss o'ergrownB2
Where scarce the foxglove peeps or thistle's beardC2
And restless stone chat all day long is heardX
How pleasant as the sun declines to viewD2
The spacious landscape change in form and hueD2
Here vanish as in mist before a floodP
Of bright obscurity hill lawn and woodO
There objects by the searching beams betrayedR
Come forth and here retire in purple shadeR
Even the white stems of birch the cottage whiteG
Soften their glare before the mellow lightG
The skiffs at anchor where with umbrage wideE2
Yon chestnuts half the latticed boat house hideE2
Shed from their sides that face the sun's slant beamF2
Strong flakes of radiance on the tremulous streamF2
Raised by yon travelling flock a dusty cloudG2
Mounts from the road and spreads its moving shroudG2
The shepherd all involved in wreaths of fireB
Now shows a shadowy speck and now is lost entireB
Into a gradual calm the breezes sinkS
A blue rim borders all the lake's still brinkS
There doth the twinkling aspen's foliage sleepH2
And insects clothe like dust the glassy deepH2
And now on every side the surface breaksE
Into blue spots and slowly lengthening streaksE
Here plots of sparkling water tremble brightG
With thousand thousand twinkling points of lightG
There waves that hardly weltering die awayI2
Tip their smooth ridges with a softer rayI2
And now the whole wide lake in deep reposeE
Is hushed and like a burnished mirror glowsE
Save where along the shady western margeJ2
Coasts with industrious oar the charcoal bargeJ2
Their panniered train a group of potters goadK
Winding from side to side up the steep roadK
The peasant from yon cliff of fearful edgeK2
Shot down the headlong path darts with his sledgeK2
Bright beams the lonely mountain horse illumeF2
Feeding 'mid purple heath green rings and broomF2
While the sharp slope the slackened team confoundsE
Downward the ponderous timber wain resoundsE
In foamy breaks the rill with merry songS
Dashed o'er the rough rock lightly leaps alongS
From lonesome chapel at the mountain's feetJ
Three humble bells their rustic chime repeatJ
Sounds from the water side the hammered boatL2
And 'blasted' quarry thunders heard remoteL2
Even here amid the sweep of endless woodsE
Blue pomp of lakes high cliffs and falling floodsE
Not undelightful are the simplest charmsE
Found by the grassy door of mountain farmsE
Sweetly ferocious round his native walksE
Pride of his sister wives the monarch stalksE
Spur clad his nervous feet and firm his treadM2
A crest of purple tops the warrior's headM2
Bright sparks his black and rolling eye ball hurlsE
Afar his tail he closes and unfurlsE
On tiptoe reared he strains his clarion throatL2
Threatened by faintly answering farms remoteL2
Again with his shrill voice the mountain ringsE
While flapped with conscious pride resound his wingsE
Where mixed with graceful birch the sombrous pineB2
And yew tree o'er the silver rocks reclineB2
I love to mark the quarry's moving trainsE
Dwarf panniered steeds and men and numerous wainsE
How busy all the enormous hive withinB2
While Echo dallies with its various dinB2
Some hear yon not their chisels' clinking soundL
Toil small as pigmies in the gulf profoundL
Some dim between the lofty cliffs descriedL
O'erwalk the slender plank from side to sideL
These by the pale blue rocks that ceaseless ringS
In airy baskets hanging work and singS
Just where a cloud above the mountain rearsE
An edge all flame the broadening sun appearsE
A long blue bar its aegis orb dividesE
And breaks the spreading of its golden tidesE
And now that orb has touched the purple steepH2
Whose softened image penetrates the deepH2
'Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspireB
With towers and woods a prospect all on fireB
While coves and secret hollows through a rayI2
Of fainter gold a purple gleam betrayI2
Each slip of lawn the broken rocks betweenB2
Shines in the light with more than earthly greenB2
Deep yellow beams the scattered stems illumeF2
Far in the level forest's central gloomF2
Waving his hat the shepherd from the valeH
Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scaleH
The dog loud barking 'mid the glittering rocksE
Hunts where his master points the intercepted flocksE
Where oaks o'erhang the road the radiance shootsE
On tawny earth wild weeds and twisted rootsE
The druid stones a brightened ring unfoldL
And all the babbling brooks are liquid goldL
Sunk to a curve the day star lessens stillH
Gives one bright glance and drops behind the hillH
In these secluded vales if village fameF2
Confirmed by hoary hairs belief may claimF2
When up the hills as now retired the lightL
Strange apparitions mocked the shepherd's sightL
The form appears of one that spurs his steedL
Midway along the hill with desperate speedL
Unhurt pursues his lengthened flight while allH
Attend at every stretch his headlong fallH
Anon appears a brave a gorgeous showN2
Of horsemen shadows moving to and froN2
At intervals imperial banners streamF2
And now the van reflects the solar beamF2
The rear through iron brown betrays a sullen gleamF2
While silent stands the admiring crowd belowN2
Silent the visionary warriors goN2
Winding in ordered pomp their upward wayI2
Till the last banner of the long arrayI2
Has disappeared and every trace is fledL
Of splendour save the beacon's spiry headL
Tipt with eve's latest gleam of burning redL
Now while the solemn evening shadows sailH
On slowly waving pinions down the valeH
And fronting the bright west yon oak entwinesE
Its darkening boughs and leaves in stronger linesE
'Tis pleasant near the tranquil lake to strayI2
Where winding on along some secret bayI2
The swan uplifts his chest and backward flingsE
His neck a varying arch between his towering wingsE
The eye that marks the gliding creature seesE
How graceful pride can be and how majestic easeE
While tender cares and mild domestic lovesE
With furtive watch pursue her as she movesE
The female with a meeker charm succeedsE
And her brown little ones around her leadsE
Nibbling the water lilies as they passE
Or playing wanton with the floating grassE
She in a mother's care her beauty's prideL
Forgetting calls the wearied to her sideL
Alternately they mount her back and restL
Close by her mantling wings' embraces prestL
Long may they float upon this flood sereneB2
Theirs be these holms untrodden still and greenB2
Where leafy shades fence off the blustering galeH
And breathes in peace the lily of the valeH
Yon isle which feels not even the milkmaid's feetL
Yet hears her song by distance made more sweetL
Yon isle conceals their home their hut like bowerB
Green water rushes overspread the floorB
Long grass and willows form the woven wallH
And swings above the roof the poplar tallH
Thence issuing often with unwieldy stalkS
They crush with broad black feet their flowery walkS
Or from the neighbouring water hear at mornB2
The hound the horse's tread and mellow hornB2
Involve their serpent necks in changeful ringsE
Rolled wantonly between their slippery wingsE
Or starting up with noise and rude delightL
Force half upon the wave their cumbrous flightL
Fair Swan by all a mother's joys caressedL
Haply some wretch has eyed and called thee blessedL
When with her infants from some shady seatL
By the lake's edge she rose to face the noontide heatL
Or taught their limbs along the dusty roadL
A few short steps to totter with their loadL
I see her now denied to lay her headL
On cold blue nights in hut or straw built shedL
Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cryB
By pointing to the gliding moon on highB
When low hung clouds each star of summer hideL
And fireless are the valleys far and wideL
Where the brook brawls along the public roadL
Dark with bat haunted ashes stretching broadL
Oft has she taught them on her lap to layI2
The shining glow worm or in heedless playI2
Toss it from hand to hand disquietedL
While others not unseen are free to shedL
Green unmolested light upon their mossy bedL
Oh when the sleety showers her path assailH
And like a torrent roars the headstrong galeH
No more her breath can thaw their fingers coldL
Their frozen arms her neck no more can foldL
Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shieldL
And faint the fire a dying heart can yieldL
Press the sad kiss fond mother vainly fearsE
Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tearsE
No tears can chill them and no bosom warmsE
Thy breast their death bed coffined in thine armsE
Sweet are the sounds that mingle from afarB
Heard by calm lakes as peeps the folding starB
Where the duck dabbles 'mid the rustling sedgeK2
And feeding pike starts from the water's edgeK2
Or the swan stirs the reeds his neck and billH
Wetting that drip upon the water stillH
And heron as resounds the trodden shoreB
Shoots upward darting his long neck beforeB
Now with religious awe the farewell lightL
Blends with the solemn colouring of nightL
'Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's browB
And round the west's proud lodge their shadows throwN2
Like Una shining on her gloomy wayI2
The half seen form of Twilight roams astrayI2
Shedding through paly loop holes mild and smallH
Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fallH
Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres paleH
Tracking the motions of the fitful galeH
With restless interchange at once the brightL
Wins on the shade the shade upon the lightL
No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gazeE
On lovelier spectacle in faery daysE
When gentle Spirits urged a sportive chaseE
Brushing with lucid wands the water's faceE
While music stealing round the glimmering deepsE
Charmed the tall circle of the enchanted steepsE
The lights are vanished from the watery plainsE
No wreck of all the pageantry remainsE
Unheeded night has overcome the valesE
On the dark earth the wearied vision failsE
The latest lingerer of the forest trainB2
The lone black fir forsakes the faded plainB2
Last evening sight the cottage smoke no moreB
Lost in the thickened darkness glimmers hoarB
And towering from the sullen dark brown mereB
Like a black wall the mountain steeps appearB
Now o'er the soothed accordant heart we feelH
A sympathetic twilight slowly stealH
And ever as we fondly muse we findL
The soft gloom deepening on the tranquil mindL
Stay pensive sadly pleasing visions stayI2
Ah no as fades the vale they fade awayI2
Yet still the tender vacant gloom remainsE
Still the cold cheek its shuddering tear retainsE
The bird who ceased with fading light to threadL
Silent the hedge or steamy rivulet's bedL
From his grey re appearing tower shall soonB2
Salute with gladsome note the rising moonB2
While with a hoary light she frosts the groundL
And pours a deeper blue to Aether's boundL
Pleased as she moves her pomp of clouds to foldL
In robes of azure fleecy white and goldL
Above yon eastern hill where darkness broodsE
O'er all its vanished dells and lawns and woodsE
Where but a mass of shade the sight can traceE
Even now she shews half veiled her lovely faceE
Across the gloomy valley flings her lightL
Far to the western slopes with hamlets whiteL
And gives where woods the chequered upland strewD2
To the green corn of summer autumn's hueD2
Thus Hope first pouring from her blessed hornB2
Her dawn far lovelier than the moon's own mornB2
Till higher mounted strives in vain to cheerB
The weary hills impervious blackening nearB
Yet does she still undaunted throw the whileH
On darling spots remote her tempting smileH
Even now she decks for me a distant sceneB2
For dark and broad the gulf of time betweenB2
Gilding that cottage with her fondest rayI2
Sole bourn sole wish sole object of my wayI2
How fair its lawns and sheltering woods appearB
How sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine earB
Where we my Friend to happy days shall riseE
Till our small share of hardly paining sighsE
For sighs will ever trouble human breathU
Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of deathU
But now the clear bright Moon her zenith gainsE
And rimy without speck extend the plainsE
The deepest cleft the mountain's front displaysE
Scarce hides a shadow from her searching raysE
From the dark blue faint silvery threads divideL
The hills while gleams below the azure tideL
Time softly treads throughout the landscape breathesE
A peace enlivened not disturbed by wreathsE
Of charcoal smoke that o'er the fallen woodL
Steal down the hill and spread along the floodL
The song of mountain streams unheard by dayI2
Now hardly heard beguiles my homeward wayI2
Air listens like the sleeping water stillH
To catch the spiritual music of the hillH
Broke only by the slow clock tolling deepH2
Or shout that wakes the ferry man from sleepH2
The echoed hoof nearing the distant shoreB
The boat's first motion made with dashing oarB
Sound of closed gate across the water borneB2
Hurrying the timid hare through rustling cornB2
The sportive outcry of the mocking owlH
And at long intervals the mill dog's howlH
The distant forge's swinging thump profoundL
Or yell in the deep woods of lonely houndL

William Wordsworth



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