The Triad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCCDEFEGGGHHIJIJ JIJKIKLIILLMMENENCCN OPPQPOOQRRSSTTSCCUUC CVCVWJWXJXYZZYZCCA2A 2B2B2C2C2D2D2CCE2F2C G2CCH2I2J2K2K2AAL2CE 2CL2K2M2M2N2N2KM2K2M 2M2K2K2M2O2M2O2M2N2N 2CCCP2N2N2P2M2K2M2M2 K2M2M2Q2Q2CN2N2CJGJG CCN2N2N2CCM2M2M2CCM2 M2K2M2CK2M2M2CCCM2M2 K2K2M2M2M2M2M2M2M2R2 M2M2R2CCM2M2UUO2M2M2 M2M2M2M2M2S2M2M2M2KK M2T2K2K2M2K2Q2K2Q2M2 M2M2| Show me the noblest Youth of present time | A |
| Whose trembling fancy would to love give birth | B |
| Some God or Hero from the Olympian clime | A |
| Returned to seek a Consort upon earth | B |
| Or in no doubtful prospect let me see | C |
| The brightest star of ages yet to be | C |
| And I will mate and match him blissfully | C |
| I will not fetch a Naiad from a flood | D |
| Pure as herself song lacks not mightier power | E |
| Nor leaf crowned Dryad from a pathless wood | F |
| Nor Sea nymph glistening from her coral bower | E |
| Mere Mortals bodied forth in vision still | G |
| Shall with Mount Ida's triple lustre fill | G |
| The chaster coverts of a British hill | G |
| Appear obey my lyre's command | H |
| Come like the Graces hand in hand | H |
| For ye though not by birth allied | I |
| Are Sisters in the bond of love | J |
| Nor shall the tongue of envious pride | I |
| Presume those interweavings to reprove | J |
| In you which that fair progeny of Jove | J |
| Learned from the tuneful spheres that glide | I |
| In endless union earth and sea above | J |
| I sing in vain the pines have hushed their waving | K |
| A peerless Youth expectant at my side | I |
| Breathless as they with unabated craving | K |
| Looks to the earth and to the vacant air | L |
| And with a wandering eye that seems to chide | I |
| Asks of the clouds what occupants they hide | I |
| But why solicit more than sight could bear | L |
| By casting on a moment all we dare | L |
| Invoke we those bright Beings one by one | M |
| And what was boldly promised truly shall be done | M |
| Fear not a constraining measure | E |
| Yielding to this gentle spell | N |
| Lucida from domes of pleasure | E |
| Or from cottage sprinkled dell | N |
| Come to regions solitary | C |
| Where the eagle builds her aery | C |
| Above the hermit's long forsaken cell | N |
| She comes behold | O |
| That Figure like a ship with snow white sail | P |
| Nearer she draws a breeze uplifts her veil | P |
| Upon her coming wait | Q |
| As pure a sunshine and as soft a gale | P |
| As e'er on herbage covering earthly mould | O |
| Tempted the bird of Juno to unfold | O |
| His richest splendour when his veering gait | Q |
| And every motion of his starry train | R |
| Seem governed by a strain | R |
| Of music audible to him alone | S |
| O Lady worthy of earth's proudest throne | S |
| Nor less by excellence of nature fit | T |
| Beside an unambitious hearth to sit | T |
| Domestic queen where grandeur is unknown | S |
| What living man could fear | C |
| The worst of Fortune's malice wert Thou near | C |
| Humbling that lily stem thy sceptre meek | U |
| That its fair flowers may from his cheek | U |
| Brush the too happy tear | C |
| Queen and handmaid lowly | C |
| Whose skill can speed the day with lively cares | V |
| And banish melancholy | C |
| By all that mind invents or hand prepares | V |
| O Thou against whose lip without its smile | W |
| And in its silence even no heart is proof | J |
| Whose goodness sinking deep would reconcile | W |
| The softest Nursling of a gorgeous palace | X |
| To the bare life beneath the hawthorn roof | J |
| Of Sherwood's Archer or in caves of Wallace | X |
| Who that hath seen thy beauty could content | Y |
| His soul with but a 'glimpse' of heavenly day | Z |
| Who that hath loved thee but would lay | Z |
| His strong hand on the wind if it were bent | Y |
| To take thee in thy majesty away | Z |
| Pass onward even the glancing deer | C |
| Till we depart intrude not here | C |
| That mossy slope o'er which the woodbine throws | A2 |
| A canopy is smoothed for thy repose | A2 |
| Glad moment is it when the throng | B2 |
| Of warblers in full concert strong | B2 |
| Strive and not vainly strive to rout | C2 |
| The lagging shower and force coy Phoebus out | C2 |
| Met by the rainbow's form divine | D2 |
| Issuing from her cloudy shrine | D2 |
| So may the thrillings of the lyre | C |
| Prevail to further our desire | C |
| While to these shades a sister Nymph I call | E2 |
| Come if the notes thine ear may pierce | F2 |
| Come youngest of the lovely Three | C |
| Submissive to the might of verse | G2 |
| And the dear voice of harmony | C |
| By none more deeply felt than Thee | C |
| I sang and lo from pastimes virginal | H2 |
| She hastens to the tents | I2 |
| Of nature and the lonely elements | J2 |
| Air sparkles round her with a dazzling sheen | K2 |
| But mark her glowing cheek her vesture green | K2 |
| And as if wishful to disarm | A |
| Or to repay the potent Charm | A |
| She bears the stringed lute of old romance | L2 |
| That cheered the trellised arbour's privacy | C |
| And soothed war wearied knights in raftered hall | E2 |
| How vivid yet how delicate her glee | C |
| So tripped the Muse inventress of the dance | L2 |
| So truant in waste woods the blithe Euphrosyne | K2 |
| But the ringlets of that head | M2 |
| Why are they ungarlanded | M2 |
| Why bedeck her temples less | N2 |
| Than the simplest shepherdess | N2 |
| Is it not a brow inviting | K |
| Choicest flowers that ever breathed | M2 |
| Which the myrtle would delight in | K2 |
| With Idalian rose enwreathed | M2 |
| But her humility is well content | M2 |
| With 'one' wild floweret call it not forlorn | K2 |
| Flower of the winds beneath her bosom worn | K2 |
| Yet more for love than ornament | M2 |
| Open ye thickets let her fly | O2 |
| Swift as a Thracian Nymph o'er field and height | M2 |
| For She to all but those who love her shy | O2 |
| Would gladly vanish from a Stranger's sight | M2 |
| Though where she is beloved and loves | N2 |
| Light as the wheeling butterfly she moves | N2 |
| Her happy spirit as a bird is free | C |
| That rifles blossoms on a tree | C |
| Turning them inside out with arch audacity | C |
| Alas how little can a moment show | P2 |
| Of an eye where feeling plays | N2 |
| In ten thousand dewy rays | N2 |
| A face o'er which a thousand shadows go | P2 |
| She stops is fastened to that rivulet's side | M2 |
| And there while with sedater mien | K2 |
| O'er timid waters that have scarcely left | M2 |
| Their birthplace in the rocky cleft | M2 |
| She bends at leisure may be seen | K2 |
| Features to old ideal grace allied | M2 |
| Amid their smiles and dimples dignified | M2 |
| Fit countenance for the soul of primal truth | Q2 |
| The bland composure of eternal youth | Q2 |
| What more changeful than the sea | C |
| But over his great tides | N2 |
| Fidelity presides | N2 |
| And this light hearted Maiden constant is as he | C |
| High is her aim as heaven above | J |
| And wide as ether her good will | G |
| And like the lowly reed her love | J |
| Can drink its nurture from the scantiest rill | G |
| Insight as keen as frosty star | C |
| Is to 'her' charity no bar | C |
| Nor interrupts her frolic graces | N2 |
| When she is far from these wild places | N2 |
| Encircled by familiar faces | N2 |
| O the charm that manners draw | C |
| Nature from thy genuine law | C |
| If from what her hand would do | M2 |
| Her voice would utter aught ensue | M2 |
| Untoward or unfit | M2 |
| She in benign affections pure | C |
| In self forgetfulness secure | C |
| Sheds round the transient harm or vague mischance | M2 |
| A light unknown to tutored elegance | M2 |
| Her's is not a cheek shame stricken | K2 |
| But her blushes are joy flushes | M2 |
| And the fault if fault it be | C |
| Only ministers to quicken | K2 |
| Laughter loving gaiety | M2 |
| And kindle sportive wit | M2 |
| Leaving this Daughter of the mountains free | C |
| As if she knew that Oberon king of Faery | C |
| Had crossed her purpose with some quaint vagary | C |
| And heard his viewless bands | M2 |
| Over their mirthful triumph clapping hands | M2 |
| Last of the Three though eldest born | K2 |
| Reveal thyself like pensive Morn | K2 |
| Touched by the skylark's earliest note | M2 |
| Ere humbler gladness be afloat | M2 |
| But whether in the semblance drest | M2 |
| Of Dawn or Eve fair vision of the west | M2 |
| Come with each anxious hope subdued | M2 |
| By woman's gentle fortitude | M2 |
| Each grief through meekness settling into rest | M2 |
| Or I would hail thee when some high wrought page | R2 |
| Of a closed volume lingering in thy hand | M2 |
| Has raised thy spirit to a peaceful stand | M2 |
| Among the glories of a happier age | R2 |
| Her brow hath opened on me see it there | C |
| Brightening the umbrage of her hair | C |
| So gleams the crescent moon that loves | M2 |
| To be descried through shady groves | M2 |
| Tenderest bloom is on her cheek | U |
| Wish not for a richer streak | U |
| Nor dread the depth of meditative eye | O2 |
| But let thy love upon that azure field | M2 |
| Of thoughtfulness and beauty yield | M2 |
| Its homage offered up in purity | M2 |
| What would'st thou more In sunny glade | M2 |
| Or under leaves of thickest shade | M2 |
| Was such a stillness e'er diffused | M2 |
| Since earth grew calm while angels mused | M2 |
| Softly she treads as if her foot were loth | S2 |
| To crush the mountain dew drops soon to melt | M2 |
| On the flower's breast as if she felt | M2 |
| That flowers themselves whate'er their hue | M2 |
| With all their fragrance all their glistening | K |
| Call to the heart for inward listening | K |
| And though for bridal wreaths and tokens true | M2 |
| Welcomed wisely though a growth | T2 |
| Which the careless shepherd sleeps on | K2 |
| As fitly spring from turf the mourner weeps on | K2 |
| And without wrong are cropped the marble tomb to strew | M2 |
| The Charm is over the mute Phantoms gone | K2 |
| Nor will return but droop not favoured Youth | Q2 |
| The apparition that before thee shone | K2 |
| Obeyed a summons covetous of truth | Q2 |
| From these wild rocks thy footsteps I will guide | M2 |
| To bowers in which thy fortune may be tried | M2 |
| And one of the bright Three become thy happy Bride | M2 |
William Wordsworth
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