The Recluse - Book First Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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HOME AT GRASMEREA
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ONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier cameB
A roving school boy what the adventurer's ageC
Hath now escaped his memory but the hourA
One of a golden summer holidayD
He well remembers though the year be goneE
Alone and devious from afar he cameB
And with a sudden influx overpoweredF
At sight of this seclusion he forgotG
His haste for hasty had his footsteps beenH
As boyish his pursuits and sighing saidI
'What happy fortune were it here to liveJ
And if a thought of dying if a thoughtK
Of mortal separation could intrudeL
With paradise before him here to die '-
No Prophet was he had not even a hopeM
Scarcely a wish but one bright pleasing thoughtK
A fancy in the heart of what might beN
The lot of others never could be hisO
The station whence he looked was soft and greenP
Not giddy yet aerial with a depthQ
Of vale below a height of hills aboveR
For rest of body perfect was the spotG
All that luxurious nature could desireA
But stirring to the spirit who could gazeS
And not feel motions there He thought of cloudsT
That sail on winds of breezes that delightU
To play on water or in endless chaseV
Pursue each other through the yielding plainW
Of grass or corn over and through and throughA
In billow after billow evermoreA
Disporting nor unmindful was the boyX
Of sunbeams shadows butterflies and birdsY
Of fluttering sylphs and softly gliding FaysY
Genii and winged angels that are LordsY
Without restraint of all which they beholdZ
The illusion strengthening as he gazed he feltA2
That such unfettered liberty was hisY
Such power and joy but only for this endB2
To flit from field to rock from rock to fieldC2
From shore to island and from isle to shoreA
From open ground to covert from a bedI
Of meadow flowers into a tuft of woodD2
From high to low from low to high yet stillE2
Within the bound of this huge concave hereA
Must be his home this valley be his worldF2
Since that day forth the Place to him 'to me'B
For I who live to register the truthG2
Was that same young and happy Being becameB
As beautiful to thought as it had beenH
When present to the bodily sense a hauntH2
Of pure affections shedding upon joyX
A brighter joy and through such damp and gloomB
Of the gay mind as ofttimes splenetic youthG2
Mistakes for sorrow darting beams of lightU
That no self cherished sadness could withstandI2
And now 'tis mine perchance for life dear ValeJ2
Beloved Grasmere let the wandering streamsY
Take up the cloud capt hills repeat the NameB
One of thy lowly Dwellings is my HomeB
And was the cost so great and could it seemB
An act of courage and the thing itselfK2
A conquest who must bear the blame Sage manL2
Thy prudence thy experience thy desiresY
Thy apprehensions blush thou for them allM2
Yes the realities of life so coldZ
So cowardly so ready to betrayD
So stinted in the measure of their graceY
As we pronounce them doing them much wrongN2
Have been to me more bountiful than hopeM
Less timid than desire but that is pastO2
On Nature's invitation do I comeB
By Reason sanctioned Can the choice misleadP2
That made the calmest fairest spot of earthQ2
With all its unappropriated goodD2
My own and not mine only for with meB
Entrenched say rather peacefully emboweredD2
Under yon orchard in yon humble cotD2
A younger Orphan of a home extinctD2
The only Daughter of my Parents dwellsY
Ay think on that my heart and cease to stirA
Pause upon that and let the breathing frameB
No longer breathe but all be satisfiedD2
Oh if such silence be not thanks to GodD2
For what hath been bestowed then where where thenR2
Shall gratitude find rest Mine eyes did ne'erA
Fix on a lovely object nor my mindD2
Take pleasure in the midst of happy thoughtsY
But either She whom now I have who nowS2
Divides with me this loved abode was thereA
Or not far off Where'er my footsteps turnedD2
Her voice was like a hidden Bird that sangT2
The thought of her was like a flash of lightD2
Or an unseen companionship a breathU2
Of fragrance independent of the WindD2
In all my goings in the new and oldD2
Of all my meditations and in thisY
Favourite of all in this the most of allM2
What being therefore since the birth of ManL2
Had ever more abundant cause to speakV2
Thanks and if favours of the Heavenly MuseY
Make him more thankful then to call on VerseY
To aid him and in song resound his joyX
The boon is absolute surpassing graceY
To me hath been vouchsafed among the bowersY
Of blissful Eden this was neither givenW2
Nor could be given possession of the goodD2
Which had been sighed for ancient thought fulfilledD2
And dear Imaginations realisedD2
Up to their highest measure yea and moreA
Embrace me then ye Hills and close me inH
Now in the clear and open day I feelX2
Your guardianship I take it to my heartD2
'Tis like the solemn shelter of the nightD2
But I would call thee beautiful for mildD2
And soft and gay and beautiful thou artD2
Dear Valley having in thy face a smileY2
Though peaceful full of gladness Thou art pleasedD2
Pleased with thy crags and woody steeps thy LakeZ2
Its one green island and its winding shoresY
The multitude of little rocky hillsY
Thy Church and cottages of mountain stoneA3
Clustered like stars some few but single mostD2
And lurking dimly in their shy retreatsY
Or glancing at each other cheerful looksY
Like separated stars with clouds betweenP
What want we have we not perpetual streamsY
Warm woods and sunny hills and fresh green fieldsY
And mountains not less green and flocks and herdsY
And thickets full of songsters and the voiceY
Of lordly birds an unexpected soundD2
Heard now and then from morn to latest eveB3
Admonishing the man who walks belowC3
Of solitude and silence in the skyD3
These have we and a thousand nooks of earthQ2
Have also these but nowhere else is foundD2
Nowhere or is it fancy can be foundD2
The one sensation that is here 'tis hereA
Here as it found its way into my heartD2
In childhood here as it abides by dayD2
By night here only or in chosen mindsY
That take it with them hence where'er they goC3
'Tis but I cannot name it 'tis the senseY
Of majesty and beauty and reposeY
A blended holiness of earth and skyD3
Something that makes this individual spotD2
This small abiding place of many menR2
A termination and a last retreatD2
A centre come from wheresoe'er you willE2
A whole without dependence or defectD2
Made for itself and happy in itselfK2
Perfect contentment Unity entireA
Bleak season was it turbulent and bleakV2
When hitherward we journeyed side by sideD2
Through burst of sunshine and through flying showersY
Paced the long vales how long they were and yetD2
How fast that length of way was left behindD2
Wensley's rich Vale and Sedbergh's naked heightsY
The frosty wind as if to make amendsY
For its keen breath was aiding to our stepsY
And drove us onward like two ships at seaB
Or like two birds companions in mid airA
Parted and reunited by the blastD2
Stern was the face of nature we rejoicedD2
In that stern countenance for our souls thence drewA
A feeling of their strength The naked treesY
The icy brooks as on we passed appearedD2
To question us 'Whence come ye to what end '-
They seemed to say 'What would ye ' said the showerA
'Wild Wanderers whither through my dark domain '-
The sunbeam said 'Be happy ' When this valeJ2
We entered bright and solemn was the skyD3
That faced us with a passionate welcomingE3
And led us to our threshold Daylight failedD2
Insensibly and round us gently fellF3
Composing darkness with a quiet loadD2
Of full contentment in a little shedD2
Disturbed uneasy in itself as seemedD2
And wondering at its new inhabitantsY
It loves us now this Vale so beautifulG3
Begins to love us by a sullen stormB
Two months unwearied of severest stormB
It put the temper of our minds to proofH3
And found us faithful through the gloom and heardD2
The poet mutter his prelG3

William Wordsworth



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