What Ails The World? Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBA CDDDC EFFFE GHHHG IJJJI KLLLK MNNNM OPPPO QRRRQ STTTS UVVVU| What ails the world the poet cried | A |
| And why does death walk everywhere | B |
| And why do tears fall anywhere | B |
| And skies have clouds and souls have care | B |
| Thus the poet sang and sighed | A |
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| For he would fain have all things glad | C |
| All lives happy all hearts bright | D |
| Not a day would end in night | D |
| Not a wrong would vex a right | D |
| And so he sang and he was sad | C |
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| Thro' his very grandest rhymes | E |
| Moved a mournful monotone | F |
| Like a shadow eastward thrown | F |
| From a sunset like a moan | F |
| Tangled in a joy bell's chimes | E |
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| What ails the world he sang and asked | G |
| And asked and sang but all in vain | H |
| No answer came to any strain | H |
| And no reply to his refrain | H |
| The mystery moved 'round him masked | G |
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| What ails the world An echo came | I |
| Ails the world The minstrel bands | J |
| With famous or forgotten hands | J |
| Lift up their lyres in all the lands | J |
| And chant alike and ask the same | I |
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| From him whose soul first soared in song | K |
| A thousand thousand years away | L |
| To him who sang but yesterday | L |
| In dying or in deathless lay | L |
| What ails the world comes from the throng | K |
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| They fain would sing the world to rest | M |
| And so they chant in countless keys | N |
| As many as the waves of seas | N |
| And as the breathings of the breeze | N |
| Yet even when they sing their best | M |
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| When o'er the list'ning world there floats | O |
| Such melody as 'raptures men | P |
| When all look up entranced and when | P |
| The song of fame floats forth e'en then | P |
| A discord creepeth through the notes | O |
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| Their sweetest harps have broken strings | Q |
| Their grandest accords have their jars | R |
| Like shadows on the light of stars | R |
| And somehow something ever mars | R |
| The songs the greatest minstrel sings | Q |
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| And so each song is incomplete | S |
| And not a rhyme can ever round | T |
| Into the chords of perfect sound | T |
| The tones of thought that e'er surround | T |
| The ways walked by the poet's feet | S |
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| What ails the world he sings and sighs | U |
| No answer cometh to his cry | V |
| He asks the earth and asks the sky | V |
| The echoes of his song pass by | V |
| Unanswered and the poet dies | U |
Abram Joseph Ryan
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