On The Power Of Sound Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Thy functions are etherealB
As if within thee dwelt a glancing mindC
Organ of vision And a Spirit aerialB
Informs the cell of Hearing dark and blindC
Intricate labyrinth more dread for thoughtD
To enter than oracular caveE
Strict passage through which sighs are broughtD
And whispers for the heart their slaveE
And shrieks that revel in abuseF
Of shivering flesh and warbled airG
Whose piercing sweetness can unlooseF
The chains of frenzy or entice a smileH
Into the ambush of despairG
Hosannas pealing down the long drawn aisleH
And requiems answered by the pulse that beatsF
Devoutly in life's last retreatsF
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IIA
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The headlong streams and fountainsF
Serve Thee invisible Spirit with untired powersF
Cheering the wakeful tent on Syrian mountainsF
They lull perchance ten thousand thousand flowersF
'That' roar the prowling lion's 'Here I am'I
How fearful to the desert wideJ
That bleat how tender of the damI
Calling a straggler to her sideJ
Shout cuckoo let the vernal soulK
Go with thee to the frozen zoneL
Toll from thy loftiest perch lone bell bird tollK
At the still hour to Mercy dearM
Mercy from her twilight throneL
Listening to nun's faint throb of holy fearM
To sailor's prayer breathed from a darkening seaF
Or widow's cottage lullabyA
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IIIA
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Ye Voices and ye ShadowsF
And Images of voice to hound and hornN
From rocky steep and rock bestudded meadowsF
Flung back and in the sky's blue caves rebornN
On with your pastime till the church tower bellsF
A greeting give of measured gleeF
And milder echoes from their cellsF
Repeat the bridal symphonyF
Then or far earlier let us roveO
Where mists are breaking up or goneP
And from aloft look down into a coveO
Besprinkled with a careless quireQ
Happy milk maids one by oneR
Scattering a ditty each to her desireS
A liquid concert matchless by nice ArtT
A stream as if from one full heartT
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IVO
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Blest be the song that brightensF
The blind man's gloom exalts the veteran's mirthU
Unscorned the peasant's whistling breath that lightensF
His duteous toil of furrowing the green earthU
For the tired slave Song lifts the languid oarV
And bids it aptly fall with chimeI
That beautifies the fairest shoreV
And mitigates the harshest climeI
Yon pilgrims see in lagging fileH
They move but soon the appointed wayW
A choral 'Ave Marie' shall beguileH
And to their hope the distant shrineX
Glisten with a livelier rayW
Nor friendless he the prisoner of the mineX
Who from the well spring of his own clear breastY
Can draw and sing his griefs to restY
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VO
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When civic renovationR
Dawns on a kingdom and for needful hasteZ
Best eloquence avails not InspirationR
Mounts with a tune that travels like a blastA2
Piping through cave and battlemented towerS
Then starts the sluggard pleased to meetB2
That voice of Freedom in its powerS
Of promises shrill wild and sweetB2
Who from a martial 'pageant' spreadsF
Incitements of a battle dayW
Thrilling the unweaponed crowd with plumeless headsF
Even She whose Lydian airs inspireQ
Peaceful striving gentle playW
Of timid hope and innocent desireS
Shot from the dancing Graces as they moveO
Fanned by the plausive wings of LoveO
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VIO
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How oft along thy mazesF
Regent of sound have dangerous Passions trodC2
O Thou through whom the temple rings with praisesF
And blackening clouds in thunder speak of GodC2
Betray not by the cozenage of senseF
Thy votaries wooingly resignedC
To a voluptuous influenceF
That taints the purer better mindC
But lead sick Fancy to a harpD2
That hath in noble tasks been triedJ
And if the virtuous feel a pang too sharpD2
Soothe it into patience stayW
The uplifted arm of SuicideJ
And let some mood of thine in firm arrayW
Knit every thought the impending issue needsF
Ere martyr burns or patriot bleedsF
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VIIO
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As Conscience to the centreS
Of being smites with irresistible painE2
So shall a solemn cadence if it enterS
The mouldy vaults of the dull idiot's brainE2
Transmute him to a wretch from quiet hurledF2
Convulsed as by a jarring dinG2
And then aghast as at the worldF2
Of reason partially let inG2
By concords winding with a swayW
Terrible for sense and soulK
Or awed he weeps struggling to quell dismayW
Point not these mysteries to an ArtT
Lodged above the starry poleK
Pure modulations flowing from the heartT
Of divine Love where Wisdom Beauty TruthH2
With Order dwell in endless youthH2
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VIIIO
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Oblivion may not coverS
All treasures hoarded by the miser TimeI
Orphean Insight truth's undaunted loverS
To the first leagues of tutored passion climbI
When Music deigned within this grosser sphereM
Her subtle essence to enfoldI2
And voice and shell drew forth a tearG
Softer than Nature's self could mouldI2
Yet 'strenuous' was the infant AgeJ2
Art daring because souls could feelK2
Stirred nowhere but an urgent equipageJ2
Of rapt imagination sped her marchL2
Through the realms of woe and wealK2
Hell to the lyre bowed low the upper archL2
Rejoiced that clamorous spell and magic verseF
Her wan disasters could disperseF
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IXF
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The GIFT to king AmphionG2
That walled a city with its melodyO
Was for belief no dream thy skill ArionG2
Could humanise the creatures of the seaO
Where men were monsters A last grace he cravesF
Leave for one chant the dulcet soundM2
Steals from the deck o'er willing wavesF
And listening dolphins gather roundM2
Self cast as with a desperate courseF
'Mid that strange audience he bestridesF
A proud One docile as a managed horseF
And singing while the accordant handN2
Sweeps his harp the Master ridesF
So shall he touch at length a friendly strandN2
And he with his preserver shine star brightO2
In memory through silent nightO2
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XF
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The pipe of Pan to shepherdsF
Couched in the shadow of Maenalian pinesF
Was passing sweet the eyeballs of the leopardsF
That in high triumph drew the Lord of vinesF
How did they sparkle to the cymbal's clangP2
While Fauns and Satyrs beat the groundM2
In cadence and Silenus swangP2
This way and that with wild flowers crownedM2
To life to 'life' give back thine earQ2
Ye who are longing to be ridR2
Of fable though to truth subservient hearQ2
The little sprinkling of cold earth that fellK2
Echoed from the coffin lidR2
The convict's summons in the steeple's knellK2
The vain distress gun from a leeward shoreV
Repeated heard and heard no moreV
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XIF
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For terror joy or pityF
Vast is the compass and the swell of notesF
From the babe's first cry to voice of regal cityF
Rolling a solemn sea like bass that floatsF
Far as the woodlands with the trill to blendS2
Of that shy songstress whose love taleK2
Might tempt an angel to descendS2
While hovering o'er the moonlight valeK2
Ye wandering Utterances has earth no schemeI
No scale of moral music to uniteO2
Powers that survive but in the faintest dreamI
Of memory O that ye might stoop to bearG
Chains such precious chains of sightO2
As laboured minstrelsies through ages wearG
O for a balance fit the truth to tellK2
Of the Unsubstantial pondered wellK2
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XIIF
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By one pervading spiritT2
Of tones and numbers all things are controlledI2
As sages taught where faith was found to meritT2
Initiation in that mystery oldI2
The heavens whose aspect makes our minds as stillK2
As they themselves appear to beF
Innumerable voices fillK2
With everlasting harmonyF
The towering headlands crowned with mistU2
Their feet among the billows knowG2
That Ocean is a mighty harmonistU2
Thy pinions universal AirG
Ever waving to and froG2
Are delegates of harmony and bearG
Strains that support the Seasons in their roundU2
Stern Winter loves a dirge like soundU2
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XIIIF
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Break forth into thanksgivingP2
Ye banded instruments of wind and chordsF
Unite to magnify the Ever livingP2
Your inarticulate notes with the voice of wordsF
Nor hushed be service from the lowing meadU2
Nor mute the forest hum of noonG2
Thou too be heard lone eagle freedU2
From snowy peak and cloud attuneG2
Thy hungry barkings to the hymnG2
Of joy that from her utmost wallsF
The six days' Work by flaming SeraphimI
Transmits to Heaven As Deep to DeepV2
Shouting through one valley callsF
All worlds all natures mood and measure keepV2
For praise and ceaseless gratulation pouredU2
Into the ear of God their LordU2
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XIVO
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A Voice to Light gave BeingP2
To Time and Man his earth born chroniclerS
A Voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeingP2
And sweep away life's visionary stirS
The trumpet we intoxicate with prideU2
Arm at its blast for deadly warsF
To archangelic lips appliedU2
The grave shall open quench the starsF
O Silence are Man's noisy yearsF
No more than moments of thy lifeO
Is Harmony blest queen of smiles and tearsF
With her smooth tones and discords justU2
Tempered into rapturous strifeO
Thy destined bond slave No though earth be dustU2
And vanish though the heavens dissolve her stayU2
Is in the word that shall not pass awayU2

William Wordsworth



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