The Prelude - Book Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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SCHOOL TIME continuedA
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Thus far O Friend have we though leaving muchB
Unvisited endeavoured to retraceC
The simple ways in which my childhood walkedD
Those chiefly that first led me to the loveE
Of rivers woods and fields The passion yetF
Was in its birth sustained as might befallG
By nourishment that came unsought for stillH
From week to week from month to month we livedI
A round of tumult Duly were our gamesJ
Prolonged in summer till the daylight failedK
No chair remained before the doors the benchL
And threshold steps were empty fast asleepM
The labourer and the old man who had sateN
A later lingerer yet the revelryO
Continued and the loud uproar at lastP
When all the ground was dark and twinkling starsQ
Edged the black clouds home and to bed we wentR
Feverish with weary joints and beating mindsS
Ah is there one who ever has been youngT
Nor needs a warning voice to tame the prideU
Of intellect and virtue's self esteemV
One is there though the wisest and the bestW
Of all mankind who covets not at timesX
Union that cannot be who would not giveY
If so he might to duty and to truthZ
The eagerness of infantine desireA2
A tranquillising spirit presses nowB2
On my corporeal frame so wide appearsC2
The vacancy between me and those daysD2
Which yet have such self presence in my mindE2
That musing on them often do I seemV
Two consciousnesses conscious of myselfF2
And of some other Being A rude massG2
Of native rock left midway in the squareH2
Of our small market village was the goalI2
Or centre of these sports and when returnedJ2
After long absence thither I repairedK2
Gone was the old grey stone and in its placeC
A smart Assembly room usurped the groundL2
That had been ours There let the fiddle screamV
And be ye happy Yet my Friends I knowM2
That more than one of you will think with meO
Of those soft starry nights and that old DameN2
From whom the stone was named who there had sateN
And watched her table with its huckster's waresO2
Assiduous through the length of sixty yearsC2
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We ran a boisterous course the year span roundL2
With giddy motion But the time approachedP2
That brought with it a regular desireA2
For calmer pleasures when the winning formsQ2
Of Nature were collaterally attachedR2
To every scheme of holiday delightS2
And every boyish sport less grateful elseT2
And languidly pursuedA
When summer cameN2
Our pastime was on bright half holidaysD2
To sweep along the plain of WindermereA2
With rival oars and the selected bourneU2
Was now an Island musical with birdsV2
That sang and ceased not now a Sister IsleW2
Beneath the oaks' umbrageous covert sownX2
With lilies of the valley like a fieldY2
And now a third small Island where survivedI
In solitude the ruins of a shrineZ2
Once to Our Lady dedicate and servedA3
Daily with chaunted rites In such a raceC
So ended disappointment could be noneB3
Uneasiness or pain or jealousyO
We rested in the shade all pleased alikeC3
Conquered and conqueror Thus the pride of strengthD3
And the vain glory of superior skillH
Were tempered thus was gradually producedE3
A quiet independence of the heartF3
And to my Friend who knows me I may addG3
Fearless of blame that hence for future daysD2
Ensued a diffidence and modestyO
And I was taught to feel perhaps too muchB
The self sufficing power of SolitudeA
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Our daily meals were frugal Sabine fareA2
More than we wished we knew the blessing thenH3
Of vigorous hunger hence corporeal strengthD3
Unsapped by delicate viands for excludeA
A little weekly stipend and we livedI
Through three divisions of the quartered yearA2
In penniless poverty But now to schoolI3
From the half yearly holidays returnedJ2
We came with weightier purses that sufficedJ3
To furnish treats more costly than the DameN2
Of the old grey stone from her scant board suppliedU
Hence rustic dinners on the cool green groundL2
Or in the woods or by a river sideU
Or shady fountains while among the leavesK3
Soft airs were stirring and the mid day sunB3
Unfelt shone brightly round us in our joyL3
Nor is my aim neglected if I tellM3
How sometimes in the length of those half yearsC2
We from our funds drew largely proud to curbN3
And eager to spur on the galloping steedO3
And with the courteous inn keeper whose studP3
Supplied our want we haply might employL3
Sly subterfuge if the adventure's boundL2
Were distant some famed temple where of yoreA2
The Druids worshipped or the antique wallsQ3
Of that large abbey where within the ValeR3
Of Nightshade to St Mary's honour builtS3
Stands yet a mouldering pile with fractured archT3
Belfry and images and living treesU3
A holy scene Along the smooth green turfV3
Our horses grazed To more than inland peaceW3
Left by the west wind sweeping overheadX3
From a tumultuous ocean trees and towersY3
In that sequestered valley may be seenZ3
Both silent and both motionless alikeC3
Such the deep shelter that is there and suchB
The safeguard for repose and quietnessA4
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Our steeds remounted and the summons givenB3
With whip and spur we through the chauntry flewB4
In uncouth race and left the cross legged knightS2
And the stone abbot and that single wrenH3
Which one day sang so sweetly in the naveC4
Of the old church that though from recent showersY3
The earth was comfortless and touched by faintD4
Internal breezes sobbings of the placeC
And respirations from the roofless wallsQ3
The shuddering ivy dripped large drops yet stillH
So sweetly 'mid the gloom the invisible birdE4
Sang to herself that there I could have madeF4
My dwelling place and lived for ever thereA2
To hear such music Through the walls we flewB4
And down the valley and a circuit madeF4
In wantonness of heart through rough and smoothG4
We scampered homewards Oh ye rocks and streamsH4
And that still spirit shed from evening airA2
Even in this joyous time I sometimes feltI4
Your presence when with slackened step we breathedJ4
Along the sides of the steep hills or whenH3
Lighted by gleams of moonlight from the seaO
We beat with thundering hoofs the level sandK4
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Midway on long Winander's eastern shoreA2
Within the crescent of pleasant bayL4
A tavern stood no homely featured houseM4
Primeval like its neighbouring cottagesN4
But 'twas a splendid place the door besetF
With chaises grooms and liveries and withinO4
Decanters glasses and the blood red wineZ2
In ancient times and ere the Hall was builtS3
On the large island had this dwelling beenO4
More worthy of a poet's love a hutP4
Proud of its own bright fire and sycamore shadeF4
But though the rhymes were gone that once inscribedQ4
The threshold and large golden charactersY3
Spread o'er the spangled sign board had dislodgedR4
The old Lion and usurped his place in slightS2
And mockery of the rustic painter's handK4
Yet to this hour the spot to me is dearA2
With all its foolish pomp The garden layL4
Upon a slope surmounted by a plainS4
Of a small bowling green beneath us stoodT4
A grove with gleams of water through the treesU3
And over the tree tops nor did we wantU4
Refreshment strawberries and mellow creamV
There while through half an afternoon we playedF4
On the smooth platform whether skill prevailedK
Or happy blunder triumphed bursts of gleeO
Made all the mountains ring But ere night fallG
When in our pinnace we returned at leisureA2
Over the shadowy lake and to the beachV4
Of some small island steered our course with oneB3
The Minstrel of the Troop and left him thereA2
And rowed off gently while he blew his fluteW4
Alone upon the rock oh then the calmX4
And dead still water lay upon my mindE2
Even with a weight of pleasure and the skyY4
Never before so beautiful sank downZ4
Into my heart and held me like a dreamV
Thus were my sympathies enlarged and thusA4
Daily the common range of visible things
Grew dear to me already I began
To love the sun a boy I loved the sunB3
Not as I since have loved him as a pledge
And surety of our earthly life a lightS2
Which we behold and feel we are alive
Nor for his bounty to so many worlds
But for this cause that I had seen him layL4
His beauty on the morning hills had seenZ3
The western mountain touch his setting orb
In many a thoughtless hour when from excess
Of happiness my blood appeared to flowM2
For its own pleasure and I breathed with joyL3
And from like feelings humble though intense
To patriotic and domestic loveE
Analogous the moon to me was dearA2
For I could dream away my purposes
Standing to gaze upon her while she hungT
Midway between the hills as if she knewB4
No other region but belonged to theeO
Yea appertained by a peculiar rightS2
To thee and thy grey huts thou one dear ValeR3
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Those incidental charms which first attachedR2
My heart to rural objects day by dayL4
Grew weaker and I hasten on to tellM3
How Nature intervenient till this time
And secondary now at length was sought
For her own sake But who shall parcel out
His intellect by geometric rules
Split like a province into round and squareA2
Who knows the individual hour in which
His habits were first sown even as a seedO3
Who that shall point as with a wand and sayL4
This portion of the river of my mindE2
Came from yon fountain Thou my Friend art oneB3
More deeply read in thy own thoughts to theeO
Science appears but what in truth she isN4
Not as our glory and our absolute boast
But as a succedaneum and a prop
To our infirmity No officious slaveC4
Art thou of that false secondary powerA2
By which we multiply distinctions thenH3
Deem that our puny boundaries are things
That we perceive and not that we have madeF4
To thee unblinded by these formal arts
The unity of all hath been revealedY2
And thou wilt doubt with me less aptly skilled
Than many are to range the facultiesU3
In scale and order class the cabinetP4
Of their sensations and in voluble phraseD2
Run through the history and birth of eachV4
As of a single independent thing
Hard task vain hope to analyse the mindE2
If each most obvious and particular thought
Not in a mystical and idle sense
But in the words of Reason deeply weighedF4
Hath no beginning
Blest the infant Babe
For with my best conjecture I would traceC
Our Being's earthly progress blest the Babe
Nursed in his Mother's arms who sinks to sleepM
Rocked on his Mother's breast who with his soulI2
Drinks in the feelings of his Mother's eyeY4
For him in one dear Presence there exists
A virtue which irradiates and exalts
Objects through widest intercourse of sense
No outcast he bewildered and depressedW
Along his infant veins are interfusedW
The gravitation and the filial bondW
Of nature that connect him with the worldW
Is there a flower to which he points with handW
Too weak to gather it already loveE
Drawn from love's purest earthly fount for him
Hath beautified that flower already shades
Of pity cast from inward tendernessA4
Do fall around him upon aught that bearsO2
Unsightly marks of violence or harm
Emphatically such a Being lives
Frail creature as he is helpless as frailR3
An inmate of this active universe
For feeling has to him imparted powerA2
That through the growing faculties of sense
Doth like an agent of the one great MindW
Create creator and receiver both
Working but in alliance with the works
Which it beholds Such verily is the firstW
Poetic spirit of our human life
By uniform control of after yearsC2
In most abated or suppressed in some
Through every change of growth and of decayL4
Pre eminent till death
From early daysD2
Beginning not long after that first time
In which a Babe by intercourse of touchB
I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heartW
I have endeavoured to display the means
Whereby this infant sensibilityW
Great birthright of our being was in meW
Augmented and sustained Yet is a path
More difficult before me and I fearA2
That in its broken windings we shall needW
The chamois' sinews and the eagle's wing
For now a trouble came into my mindW
From unknown causes I was left aloneX2
Seeking the visible world nor knowing whyY4
The props of my affections were removedW
And yet the building stood as if sustainedW
By its own spirit All that I beheldW
Was dear and hence to finer influxes
The mind lay open to a more exactW
And close communion Many are our joys
In youth but oh what happiness to live
When every hour brings palpable access
Of knowledge when all knowledge is delightW
And sorrow is not there The seasons cameN2
And every season wheresoe'er I movedW
Unfolded transitory qualities
Which but for this most watchful power of loveE
Had been neglected left a registerA2
Of permanent relations else unknownX2
Hence life and change and beauty solitudeW
More active ever than best societyW
Society made sweet as solitudeW
By silent inobtrusive sympathies
And gentle agitations of the mindW
From manifold distinctions difference
Perceived in things where to the unwatchful eyeY4
No difference is and hence from the same source
Sublimer joy for I would walk aloneX2
Under the quiet stars and at that time
Have felt whate'er there is of power in soundW
To breathe an elevated mood by form
Or image unprofaned and I would standW
If the night blackened with a coming storm
Beneath some rock listening to notes that areA2
The ghostly language of the ancient earth
Or make their dim abode in distant winds
Thence did I drink the visionary powerA2
And deem not profitless those fleeting moods
Of shadowy exultation not for this
That they are kindred to our purer mindW
And intellectual life but that the soulI2
Remembering how she felt but what she feltW
Remembering not retains an obscure sense
Of possible sublimity wheretoW
With growing faculties she doth aspireA2
With faculties still growing feeling stillH
That whatsoever point they gain they yetW
Have something to pursue
And not aloneX2
'Mid gloom and tumult but no less 'mid fairA2
And tranquil scenes that universal powerA2
And fitness in the latent qualities
And essences of things by which the mindW
Is moved with feelings of delight to meW
Came strengthened with a superadded soulI2
A virtue not its own My morning walks
Were early oft before the hours of schoolI3
I travelled round our little lake five miles
Of pleasant wandering Happy time more dearA2
For this that one was by my side a FriendW
Then passionately loved with heart how full
Would he peruse these lines For many years
Have since flowed in between us and our minds
Both silent to each other at this time
We live as if those hours had never beenO4
Nor seldom did I lift our cottage latch
Far earlier ere one smoke wreath had risenB3
From human dwelling or the vernal thrush
Was audible and sate among the woods
Alone upon some jutting eminence
At the first gleam of dawn light when the ValeR3
Yet slumbering lay in utter solitudeW
How shall I seek the origin where findW
Faith in the marvellous things which then I feltW
Oft in these moments such a holy calmX4
Would overspread my soul that bodily eyes
Were utterly forgotten and what I saw
Appeared like something in myself a dreamV
A prospect in the mindW
'Twere long to tellM3
What spring and autumn what the winter snows
And what the summer shade what day and nightW
Evening and morning sleep and waking thoughtW
From sources inexhaustible poured forth
To feed the spirit of religious loveE
In which I walked with Nature But let this
Be not forgotten that I still retainedW
My first creative sensibilityW
That by the regular action of the worldW
My soul was unsubdued A plastic powerA2
Abode with me a forming hand at times
Rebellious acting in a devious moodW
A local spirit of his own at warA2
With general tendency but for the mostW
Subservient strictly to external things
With which it communed An auxiliar lightW
Came from my mind which on the setting sunB3
Bestowed new splendour the melodious birds
The fluttering breezes fountains that run on
Murmuring so sweetly in themselves obeyedW
A like dominion and the midnight storm
Grew darker in the presence of my eyeY4
Hence my obeisance my devotion hence
And hence my transportW
Nor should this perchance
Pass unrecorded that I still had lovedW
The exercise and produce of a toil
Than analytic industry to meW
More pleasing and whose character I deemV
Is more poetic as resembling moreA2
Creative agency The song would speak
Of that interminable building rearedW
By observation of affinities
In objects where no brotherhood exists
To passive minds My seventeenth year was come
And whether from this habit rooted nowB2
So deeply in my mind or from excess
In the great social principle of life
Coercing all things into sympathyW
To unorganic natures were transferredW
My own enjoyments or the power of truthZ
Coming in revelation did converse
With things that really are I at this time
Saw blessings spread around me like a seaW
Thus while the days flew by and years passed on
From Nature and her overflowing soulI2
I had received so much that all my thoughts
Were steeped in feeling I was only thenH3
Contented when with bliss ineffable
I felt the sentiment of Being spreadW
O'er all that moves and all that seemeth stillH
O'er all that lost beyond the reach of thoughtW
And human knowledge to the human eyeY4
Invisible yet liveth to the heartW
O'er all that leaps and runs and shouts and sings
Or beats the gladsome air o'er all that glides
Beneath the wave yea in the wave itselfF2
And mighty depth of waters Wonder notW
If high the transport great the joy I feltW
Communing in this sort through earth and heavenB3
With every form of creature as it lookedW
Towards the Uncreated with a countenance
Of adoration with an eye of loveE
One song they sang and it was audible
Most audible then when the fleshly earA2
O'ercome by humblest prelude of that strainS4
Forgot her functions and slept undisturbedW
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If this be error and another faith
Find easier access to the pious mindW
Yet were I grossly destitute of allG
Those human sentiments that make this earth
So dear if I should fail with grateful voice
To speak of you ye mountains and ye lakes
And sounding cataracts ye mists and winds
That dwell among the hills where I was bornU2
If in my youth I have been pure in heartW
If mingling with the world I am contentW
With my own modest pleasures and have livedW
With God and Nature communing removedW
From little enmities and low desires
The gift is yours if in these times of fearA2
This melancholy waste of hopes o'erthrownU2
If 'mid indifference and apathyW
And wicked exultation when good menU2
On every side fall off we know not howB2
To selfishness disguised in gentle names
Of peace and quiet and domestic loveE
Yet mingled not unwillingly with sneers
On visionary minds if in this time
Of dereliction and dismay I yetW
Despair not of our nature but retainU2
A more than Roman confidence a faith
That fails not in all sorrow my supportW
The blessing of my life the gift is yours
Ye winds and sounding cataracts 'tis yours
Ye mountains thine O Nature Thou hast fedW
My lofty speculations and in theeW
For this uneasy heart of ours I findW
A never failing principle of joyL3
And purest passionU2
Thou my Friend wert rearedW
In the great city 'mid far other scenes
But we by different roads at length have gainedW
The selfsame bourne And for this cause to theeW
I speak unapprehensive of contemptW
The insinuated scoff of coward tongues
And all that silent language which so oftW
In conversation between man and manU2
Blots from the human countenance all trace
Of beauty and of love For thou hast soughtW
The truth in solitude and since the days
That gave thee liberty full long desiredW
To serve in Nature's temple thou hast beenU2
The most assiduous of her ministers
In many things my brother chiefly hereA2
In this our deep devotionU2
Fare thee wellM3
Health and the quiet of a healthful mindW
Attend thee seeking oft the haunts of menU2
And yet more often living with thyselfE
And for thyself so haply shall thy days
Be many and a blessing to mankindW

William Wordsworth



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