The Hand In The Dark Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLM NBNB OPOPJQJQ RSRS TUTU VWVW OXOX YSYS ZA2ZA2 B2C2B2C2 D2E2D2E2 F2IF2I G2HG2HE2UE2U H2I2H2I2 J2UJ2U F2IF2I DK2DK2 L2M2L2M2 N2O2N2O2 P2Q2P2Q2 AR2AR2 G2XG2X S2T2S2T2 U2T2U2T2 RV2RW2 X2SX2S UT2UT2 AY2AY2 HZ2HZ2 A3B3C3B3 T2UT2UT2T2T2T2 WD3WY E3F3E3F3 G3T2G3T2How calm the spangled city spread below | A |
How cool the night How fair the starry skies | B |
How sweet the dewy breezes But I know | A |
What under all their seeming beauty lies | B |
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That million fibred heart alive is wrung | C |
With every grief that human creatures fear | D |
Could its dumb anguish find a fitting tongue | C |
The very dead within their graves would hear | E |
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It calls me from my rest that voiceless wail | F |
Of Lazarus at the gate my kith and kin | G |
Whose cruise and cake and staff and beacon fail | F |
The famished crowd that cannot enter in | G |
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How can I take my ease amid this pain | H |
These pangs these tears these crimes that never cease | I |
While homeless children cry for bread in vain | H |
How can I eat How can I sleep in peace | I |
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Poor comrades of the fight that have no place | J |
Brothers and sisters born to want and wrong | K |
Born weak and maimed to run a hopeless race | J |
Lost at the start against the hale and strong | K |
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Poor scapegoats of the wilderness that fast | L |
For those who feast And ah poor feasters too | M |
They also thirst and hunger at the last | L |
And this is Life and all the Race can do | M |
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Vain vain the listening ear the questioning gaze | N |
Shoreless unplumbed the ether ocean lies | B |
Above these roofs beyond the smoke and haze | N |
The Infinite alive with watching eyes | B |
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To see our orb of sorrow whirling there | O |
The tiny swarm of struggling things that curse | P |
Their subject province and yet calmly dare | O |
To claim the kingship of the Universe | P |
Dread cloud of witnesses to earth's disgrace | J |
Earth is my trust I am afraid to look | Q |
Those still and stern accusers in the face | J |
And haste to hide in my familiar nook | Q |
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My little nook where is it Have I none | R |
I grow confused betwixt the sea and shore | S |
I had some lamps to guide me one by one | R |
They flashed and failed and now I have no more | S |
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Where am I Oh where am I I can feel | T |
To feel my torment but I cannot see | U |
I cannot hear My brain begins to reel | T |
My heart to faint Almighty speak to me | U |
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Help me Or in Thy pity take me hence | V |
While feeling heart and thinking brain are whole | W |
Or give me any rag of carnal sense | V |
So it suffice to wrap my naked soul | W |
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No word No sign Yet something in the air | O |
Soothes like a cool hand on a fevered brow | X |
Replenished from the ashes of despair | O |
I rise renewed Belov d where art thou | X |
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She sleeps She stirs She hears the lightest fall | Y |
Of foot familiar with her chamber floor | S |
Her spirit answers to my spirit's call | Y |
Come home Come home And I am saved once more | S |
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Bringing no leaf of hope alone and late | Z |
Spent and wing weary famished for a crumb | A2 |
The wandering dove heads back to nest and mate | Z |
My Love and Comforter I come I come | A2 |
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Here is the welcome threshold of my ark | B2 |
My island home amid the trackless flood | C2 |
Her hand shuts out the Silence and the Dark | B2 |
Her pulse thrills life into my fainting blood | C2 |
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She draws me down upon that couch of bliss | D2 |
Her faithful arms her tender mother breast | E2 |
I clasp her close those sweetest lips I kiss | D2 |
And at long last I have my hour of rest | E2 |
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Thou too my love hast wandered far and wide | F2 |
And hast come home where all thy wanderings cease | I |
The door is shut Thy mate is at thy side | F2 |
Here is thy long sought pillow Sleep in peace | I |
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Heed not the patter of the weeping eaves | G2 |
The groan of branches bending to the rain | H |
The sad tap tapping of dead autumn leaves | G2 |
Like ghostly fingers on the window pane | H |
The wind borne echoings from east and west | E2 |
Of weeping woe and wailing agony | U |
All night they cry round thy beleaguered nest | E2 |
But fear them not for thou art safe with me | U |
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Let the sad world spin on a trail of shame | H2 |
Amongst the myriad worlds Whate'er befalls | I2 |
The great God knows that we are not to blame | H2 |
Our world is here within our chamber walls | I2 |
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In this asylum secret and apart | J2 |
Whereof we keep the one and only key | U |
Rest thee poor tired heart upon my heart | J2 |
As all my weary being rests in thee | U |
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Good night Good night Sleep deep and well my bride | F2 |
The fight goes on but we have won release | I |
Our wounds are healed our tears are shed and dried | F2 |
Let the storms rage they cannot break our peace | I |
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Peace is it peace What is that form of fear | D |
That looms ahead What distillation sours | K2 |
The joy of life when thou alive art near | D |
And nought seems wanting to the perfect hours | K2 |
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What chills my passion when I love thee most | L2 |
And dims my eyes and veils thy face and slips | M2 |
An unseen shadow like a creeping ghost | L2 |
Betwixt my hungering kisses and thy lips | M2 |
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What amid richest plenty starves me thus | N2 |
What is it steals my soul's content and thine | O2 |
That sits a guest at marriage feast with us | N2 |
And mixes poison with the food and wine | O2 |
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A vision comes A graveyard all alone | P2 |
A small green mound a withered funeral wreath | Q2 |
Love's last drear symbol of a graven stone | P2 |
And Life and I but worthless dust beneath | Q2 |
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There weep the dews and winds of winter blow | A |
The soft breeze rustles in the bending grass | R2 |
The cold rain falls there and the drifting snow | A |
But tears fall not nor lover's footsteps pass | R2 |
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Bees hum all day amid the young spring leaves | G2 |
The rooks call loudly from the elm tree bough | X |
The sparrows twitter in the old church eaves | G2 |
But no voice cries for me or calls me now | X |
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Bright beams of morning compass me about | S2 |
The stars shine o'er me and the pale moonlight | T2 |
But I that lit and warmed thee am gone out | S2 |
Like a burnt candle in eternal night | T2 |
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Earth to the earth upon this churchyard slope | U2 |
Ashes to ashes nothing to the nought | T2 |
No tryst between us and no star of hope | U2 |
To light the path so passionately sought | T2 |
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And still the sands between thy fingers run | R |
Desires delights ambitions days and years | V2 |
Rich hours of life for thee though mine are done | R |
Too full for vain regrets too brief for tears | W2 |
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I have lost all but thou dost hold and save | X2 |
Adding new treasure to thy rifled store | S |
While weeds grow long on the deserted grave | X2 |
Where sleeps thy mate who may be thine no more | S |
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This is the fate I fear the ghost I see | U |
The dream I dream at night the thought I dread | T2 |
That thus 't'will be someday with thee and me | U |
Thou fain to live while I am doubly dead | T2 |
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Thou still defiant of our common foe | A |
I vanquished quite the once resplendent crown | Y2 |
Of all thy joys become a dragging woe | A |
To be lopped off lest it should weigh thee down | Y2 |
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I once thy sap of life a wasteful drain | H |
On thy green vigour like a rotten branch | Z2 |
I once thy health a paralysing pain | H |
A bleeding wound that thou must haste to stanch | Z2 |
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Because the dead are dead the past is gone | A3 |
Because dear life is sweet and time is brief | B3 |
And some must fall and some must still press on | C3 |
Nor waste scant strength in unavailing grief | B3 |
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I blame thee not I know what must be must | T2 |
Nor shall I suffer when apart from thee | U |
I shall not care when I am mouldering dust | T2 |
That once quick love is in the grave with me | U |
Cast me away thou knowest I shall not fret | T2 |
Take thy due joys I shall not bear the cost | T2 |
I that am thus forgotten shall forget | T2 |
Nor shed one tear for all that I have lost | T2 |
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Not then the sting of death the day of dole | W |
When corpse of love lies under funeral pall | D3 |
'Tis now I wear the sackcloth on my soul | W |
Bereaved and lonely while possessed of all | Y |
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If thou wert dead belov d should I turn | E3 |
Deaf heart to memory when of thee she spake | F3 |
Should I when this pure fire had ceased to burn | E3 |
Seek other hearths for sordid comfort's sake | F3 |
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No no Yet I am mortal I am weak | G3 |
And any fire is warm in wintry cold | T2 |
Alas alas The fateful years will wreak | G3 |
Their own stern will on ours when all is told | T2 |
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