The Poet's Dream (sequel To The Norman Boy) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KLMN OOPP BBOO QQRR OOOO SSOO OOOO JJOO TTJJ JJPP UUJJ VVWW XXOO PPYY OOOJ| Just as those final words were penned the sun broke out in power | A |
| And gladdened all things but as chanced within that very hour | A |
| Air blackened thunder growled fire flashed from clouds that hid the sky | B |
| And for the Subject of my Verse I heaved a pensive sigh | B |
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| Nor could my heart by second thoughts from heaviness be cleared | C |
| For bodied forth before my eyes the cross crowned hut appeared | C |
| And while around it storm as fierce seemed troubling earth and air | D |
| I saw within the Norman Boy kneeling alone in prayer | D |
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| The Child as if the thunder's voice spake with articulate call | E |
| Bowed meekly in submissive fear before the Lord of All | E |
| His lips were moving and his eyes up raised to sue for grace | F |
| With soft illumination cheered the dimness of that place | F |
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| How beautiful is holiness what wonder if the sight | G |
| Almost as vivid as a dream produced a dream at night | G |
| It came with sleep and showed the Boy no cherub not transformed | H |
| But the poor ragged Thing whose ways my human heart had warmed | H |
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| Me had the dream equipped with wings so I took him in my arms | I |
| And lifted from the grassy floor stilling his faint alarms | I |
| And bore him high through yielding air my debt of love to pay | J |
| By giving him for both our sakes an hour of holiday | J |
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| I whispered Yet a little while dear Child thou art my own | K |
| To show thee some delightful thing in country or in town | L |
| What shall it be a mirthful throng or that holy place and calm | M |
| St Denis filled with royal tombs or the Church of Notre Dame | N |
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| St Ouen's golden Shrine Or choose what else would please thee most | O |
| Of any wonder Normandy or all proud France can boast | O |
| My Mother said the Boy was born near to a blessed Tree | P |
| The Chapel Oak of Allonville good Angel show it me | P |
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| On wings from broad and steadfast poise let loose by this reply | B |
| For Allonville o'er down and dale away then did we fly | B |
| O'er town and tower we flew and fields in May's fresh verdure drest | O |
| The wings they did not flag the Child though grave was not deprest | O |
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| But who shall show to waking sense the gleam of light that broke | Q |
| Forth from his eyes when first the Boy looked down on that huge oak | Q |
| For length of days so much revered so famous where it stands | R |
| For twofold hallowing Nature's care and work of human hands | R |
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| Strong as an Eagle with my charge I glided round and round | O |
| The wide spread boughs for view of door window and stair that wound | O |
| Gracefully up the gnarled trunk nor left we unsurveyed | O |
| The pointed steeple peering forth from the centre of the shade | O |
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| I lighted opened with soft touch the chapel's iron door | S |
| Past softly leading in the Boy and while from roof to floor | S |
| From floor to roof all round his eyes the Child with wonder cast | O |
| Pleasure on pleasure crowded in each livelier than the last | O |
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| For deftly framed within the trunk the sanctuary showed | O |
| By light of lamp and precious stones that glimmered here there glowed | O |
| Shrine Altar Image Offerings hung in sign of gratitude | O |
| Sight that inspired accordant thoughts and speech I thus renewed | O |
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| Hither the Afflicted come as thou hast heard thy Mother say | J |
| And kneeling supplication make to our Lady de la Paix | J |
| What mournful sighs have here been heard and when the voice was stopt | O |
| By sudden pangs what bitter tears have on this pavement dropt | O |
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| Poor Shepherd of the naked Down a favoured lot is thine | T |
| Far happier lot dear Boy than brings full many to this shrine | T |
| From body pains and pains of soul thou needest no release | J |
| Thy hours as they flow on are spent if not in joy in peace | J |
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| Then offer up thy heart to God in thankfulness and praise | J |
| Give to Him prayers and many thoughts in thy most busy days | J |
| And in His sight the fragile Cross on thy small hut will be | P |
| Holy as that which long hath crowned the Chapel of this Tree | P |
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| Holy as that far seen which crowns the sumptuous Church in Rome | U |
| Where thousands meet to worship God under a mighty Dome | U |
| He sees the bending multitude he hears the choral rites | J |
| Yet not the less in children's hymns and lonely prayer delights | J |
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| God for his service needeth not proud work of human skill | V |
| They please him best who labour most to do in peace his will | V |
| So let us strive to live and to our Spirits will be given | W |
| Such wings as when our Saviour calls shall bear us up to heaven | W |
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| The Boy no answer made by words but so earnest was his look | X |
| Sleep fled and with it fled the dream recorded in this book | X |
| Lest all that passed should melt away in silence from my mind | O |
| As visions still more bright have done and left no trace behind | O |
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| But oh that Country man of thine whose eye loved Child can see | P |
| A pledge of endless bliss in acts of early piety | P |
| In verse which to thy ear might come would treat this simple theme | Y |
| Nor leave untold our happy flight in that adventurous dream | Y |
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| Alas the dream to thee poor Boy to thee from whom it flowed | O |
| Was nothing scarcely can be aught yet 'twas bounteously bestowed | O |
| If I may dare to cherish hope that gentle eyes will read | O |
| Not loth and listening Little ones heart touched their fancies feed nbsp | J |
William Wordsworth
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