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 M2M2Show 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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