The Watchman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDDEFFE GHGHIIJKKJ LMNMOOPQQP RSRSRRTUUT VRVRWWXYYX ZA2ZA2B2B2B2B2B2B2 C2D2C2D2B2B2E2F2F2E2 EG2EG2RRH2RRH2 RB2RB2I2I2J2UUJ2 K2L2K2L2B2B2EB2B2E B2B2B2B2M2M2B2N2N2B2 O2B2O2B2B2B2RP2P2R B2Q2B2Q2B2B2B2R2R2B2 S2A2S2A2RRB2B2B2B2| I | A |
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| Through jewelled windows in the walls | B |
| The tender daylight smiles | C |
| Majestic music swells and falls | B |
| Adown the stately aisles | C |
| Shadows of carven roof and rood | D |
| Of stony saints and angels brood | D |
| Above the altar glow | E |
| They cannot dim the shining face | F |
| Of one conspicuous in his place | F |
| Amid the forms below | E |
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| He that was once my little boy | G |
| With merry voice and look | H |
| My babe that quarrelled with his toy | G |
| And tore his hated book | H |
| But yesterday a laughing lad | I |
| In his dear worldly garments clad | I |
| Talking of college wins | J |
| Wickets and bumping boats and goals | K |
| And not of shepherd and lost souls | K |
| His sermons and their sins | J |
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| The same he kneels there pale and awed | L |
| In cloud of prayer and hymn | M |
| And we are to behold our Lord | N |
| Made manifest in him | M |
| To sit his pupils and be taught | O |
| Who knows not what the years have brought | O |
| To mothers and to men | P |
| To take him for our heaven sent guide | Q |
| On seas he never voyaged wide | Q |
| And wild beyond his ken | P |
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| With all the lore of schools and none | R |
| Of stern and suffering life | S |
| A child with wooden sword and gun | R |
| Unarmed for vital strife | S |
| His mind a bud of spring unblown | R |
| Its flowering shape as yet unknown | R |
| Its fruit awaiting birth | T |
| A seedling of a thousand strains | U |
| A parasite of dead men's brains | U |
| Though sprung from living earth | T |
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| There in his proud belief he stands | V |
| This simple boy of mine | R |
| Transformed by necromantic hands | V |
| To something half divine | R |
| All in a moment in a breath | W |
| An oracle of life and death | W |
| A judge above us all | X |
| What spell is this that has him fast | Y |
| When age of miracle is past | Y |
| And past beyond recall | X |
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| O knight of dreams in fairy mail | Z |
| If for his sake I pray | A2 |
| It is that fairy arms may fail | Z |
| And tough steel win the day | A2 |
| Aye though his dear heart take the thrust | B2 |
| And he be trampled in the dust | B2 |
| But mother fears forbode | B2 |
| May God have mercy and forefend | B2 |
| A tamer journey and an end | B2 |
| Upon an easier road | B2 |
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| A long fulfilling of the vow | C2 |
| Within the vow he spake | D2 |
| To close the gates of knowledge now | C2 |
| And no more dare to take | D2 |
| The broad highways of marching thought | B2 |
| By his unfettered brothers sought | B2 |
| Who follow every clue | E2 |
| On every line where'er it leads | F2 |
| Heedless of heresies or creeds | F2 |
| To find the Right and True | E2 |
| The mother love so apt for woe | E |
| Visions the joyless track | G2 |
| Where the belov d feet may go | E |
| And nevermore come back | G2 |
| The boy become a thinking man | R |
| That has outgrown the changeless plan | R |
| Once fitted to his shape | H2 |
| The traveller confident serene | R |
| Caught in an ambush unforeseen | R |
| Whence there is no escape | H2 |
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| Struggling a little overborne | R |
| Perplexed persuaded spent | B2 |
| With dim self pity and self scorn | R |
| Supine in discontent | B2 |
| No no escape by any arts | I2 |
| Save through a score of bleeding hearts | I2 |
| A stair too steep to climb | J2 |
| Wherefore be wise and hide the chains | U |
| Drug conscience with its pangs and pains | U |
| Give peace Lord in our time | J2 |
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| O waste of precious force and fire | K2 |
| The sacred passion pales | L2 |
| The soaring pinions droop and tire | K2 |
| Our standard bearer fails | L2 |
| To keep his battle flag aloft | B2 |
| The strong young arm is slack and soft | B2 |
| The eager feet are slow | E |
| The shining mail is dulled with rust | B2 |
| Of contact with mediaeval dust | B2 |
| And will not bear a blow | E |
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| And under harness so decayed | B2 |
| What ravage unrevealed | B2 |
| What moral textures soiled and frayed | B2 |
| And moral sores unhealed | B2 |
| He must not know that dares not tell | M2 |
| Hush It is nothing All is well | M2 |
| Peace in our time O Lord | B2 |
| And leave the fighting for the heirs | N2 |
| The blood of sacrifice be theirs | N2 |
| Who cannot shirk the sword | B2 |
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| O boy of mine that played the game | O2 |
| And never learned to cheat | B2 |
| Nor knew such word or thought as shame | O2 |
| In victory or defeat | B2 |
| Will he be found when he grows old | B2 |
| Passing off spurious coin for gold | B2 |
| Selling dry husks for grain | R |
| The pottage of the Esau's bowl | P2 |
| That bought the birthright of a soul | P2 |
| His all sufficient gain | R |
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| The image and the robes of what | B2 |
| He seems to serve and seek | Q2 |
| But veils although he knows it not | B2 |
| On Mammon's brazen cheek | Q2 |
| His bishop's smile his patron's nod | B2 |
| The homage of his flock his god | B2 |
| His sensuous worship drest | B2 |
| In forms and colours rich and rare | R2 |
| The spirit's sanctuary bare | R2 |
| Heart emptily at rest | B2 |
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| Let organ music swell and peal | S2 |
| And priests and people pray | A2 |
| Let those who can at altar kneel | S2 |
| I have no heart to stay | A2 |
| I cannot bear to see it done | R |
| The hands whose work has scarce begun | R |
| Locked in these gyves of lead | B2 |
| The living spirit gagged and bound | B2 |
| And tethered to one plot of ground | B2 |
| A prisoner of the dead | B2 |
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