Copernicus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLGMNOPQRS ATUVWXCYZA2B2C2BA2D2 E2F2G2 H2A2I2LJ2PK2L2KM2N2E O2J2P2 Q2R2S2T2O2U2V2BW2X2Y 2Z2A3B3C3O D3K2E3F3UCU2A2G3ELH3 Z2I3J3K3L3M3N3FIY2K3 O3P3M3Q3CO2R3M3 S3DIM3P3M3LM3K2ET3U3 M3V3M3 M3FW3P3K2M3X3Y3Z3A4B 4C4M3D4E4M3F4M3M3G4K S3M3B3H4I4J4K4L4M3K2 M3H4M4N4R3H4CO4M4 KZ3M3P4R3M4TO3Q4R4S4 GV3R3T4I4AN2R3M3O2N2 N2M3R3J2U4V4W4I2D3X4 M3M3X2KM3M3N2EY4X2M3 M3O2 Z4L3Z4L3EM3EM3 M3T3M3M3Z2M3Z2 O3R3O3R3M3M3M3M3 Z4P2Z4M3K2M3 AM3K3R3J2WZ4M3S| The neighbours gossiped idly at the door | A |
| Copernicus lay dying overhead | B |
| His little throng of friends with startled eyes | C |
| Whispered together in that dark house of dreams | D |
| From which by one dim crevice in the wall | E |
| He used to watch the stars | F |
| His book has come | G |
| From Nuremberg at last but who would dare | H |
| To let him see it now | I |
| They have altered it | J |
| Though Rome approved in full this preface look | K |
| Declares that his discoveries are a dream | L |
| He has asked a thousand times if it has come | G |
| Could we tear out those pages | M |
| He'd suspect | N |
| What shall be done then | O |
| Hold it back awhile | P |
| That was the priest's voice in the room above | Q |
| He may forget it Those last sacraments | R |
| May set his mind at rest and bring him peace | S |
| Then stealing quietly to that upper door | A |
| They opened it a little and saw within | T |
| The lean white deathbed of Copernicus | U |
| Who made our world a world without an end | V |
| There in that narrow room they saw his face | W |
| Grey seamed with thought lit by a single lamp | X |
| They saw those glorious eyes | C |
| Closing that once had looked beyond the spheres | Y |
| And seen our ancient firmaments dissolve | Z |
| Into a boundless night | A2 |
| Beside him knelt | B2 |
| Two women like bowed shadows At his feet | C2 |
| An old physician watched him At his head | B |
| The cowled Franciscan murmured while the light | A2 |
| Shone faintly on the chalice | D2 |
| All grew still | E2 |
| The fragrance of the wine was like faint flowers | F2 |
| The first breath of those far celestial fields | G2 |
| - | |
| Then like a dying soldier that must leave | H2 |
| His last command to others while the fight | A2 |
| Is yet uncertain and the victory far | I2 |
| Copernicus whispered in a fevered dream | L |
| Yes it is Death But you must hold him back | J2 |
| There in the doorway for a little while | P |
| Until I know the work is rightly done | K2 |
| Use all your weapons doctor I must live | L2 |
| To see and touch one copy of my book | K |
| Have they not brought it yet | M2 |
| They promised me | N2 |
| It should be here by nightfall | E |
| One of you go | O2 |
| And hasten it I can hold back | J2 |
| Death till dawn | P2 |
| - | |
| Have they not brought it yet from Nuremberg | Q2 |
| Do not deceive me I must know it safe | R2 |
| Printed and safe for other men to use | S2 |
| I could die then My use would be fulfilled | T2 |
| What has delayed them Will not some one go | O2 |
| And tell them that my strength is running out | U2 |
| Tell them that book would be an angel's hand | V2 |
| In mine an easier pillow for my head | B |
| A little lantern in the engulfing dark | W2 |
| You see I hid its struggling light so long | X2 |
| Under too small a bushel and I fear | Y2 |
| It may go out forever In the noon | Z2 |
| Of life's brief day I could not see the need | A3 |
| As now I see it when the night shuts down | B3 |
| I was afraid perhaps it might confuse | C3 |
| The lights that guide us for the souls of men | O |
| - | |
| But now I see three stages in our life | D3 |
| At first we bask contented in our sun | K2 |
| And take what daylight shows us for the truth | E3 |
| Then we discover in some midnight grief | F3 |
| How all day long the sunlight blinded us | U |
| To depths beyond where all our knowledge dies | C |
| That's where men shrink and lose their way in doubt | U2 |
| Then last as death draws nearer comes a night | A2 |
| In whose majestic shadow men see God | G3 |
| Absolute Knowledge reconciling all | E |
| So all my life I pondered on that scheme | L |
| Which makes this earth the centre of all worlds | H3 |
| Lighted and wheeled around by sun and moon | Z2 |
| And that great crystal sphere wherein men thought | I3 |
| Myriads of lesser stars were fixed like lamps | J3 |
| Each in its place one mighty glittering wheel | K3 |
| Revolving round this dark abode of man | L3 |
| Night after night with even pace they moved | M3 |
| Year after year not altering by one point | N3 |
| Their order or their stations those fixed stars | F |
| In that revolving firmament The Plough | I |
| Still pointed to the Pole Fixed in their sphere | Y2 |
| How else explain that vast unchanging wheel | K3 |
| How but by thinking all those lesser lights | O3 |
| Were huger suns divided from our earth | P3 |
| By so immense a gulf that if they moved | M3 |
| Ten thousand leagues an hour among themselves | Q3 |
| It would not seem one hair's breadth to our eyes | C |
| Utterly inconceivable I know | O2 |
| And yet we daily kneel to boundless Power | R3 |
| And build our hope on that Infinitude | M3 |
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| This did not daunt me then Indeed I saw | S3 |
| Light upon chaos Many discordant dreams | D |
| Began to move in lucid music now | I |
| For what could be more baffling than the thought | M3 |
| That those enormous heavens must circle earth | P3 |
| Diurnally a journey that would need | M3 |
| Swiftness to which the lightning flash would seem | L |
| A white slug creeping on the walls of night | M3 |
| While if earth softly on her axle spun | K2 |
| One quiet revolution answered all | E |
| It was our moving selves that made the sky | T3 |
| Seem to revolve Have not all ages seen | U3 |
| A like illusion baffling half mankind | M3 |
| In life thought art Men think at every turn | V3 |
| Of their own souls the very heavens have moved | M3 |
| - | |
| Light upon chaos light and yet more light | M3 |
| For as I watched the planets Venus Mars | F |
| Appeared to wax and wane from month to month | W3 |
| As though they moved now near now far from earth | P3 |
| Earth could not be their centre Was the sun | K2 |
| Their sovran lord then as Pythagoras held | M3 |
| Was this great earth so 'stablished so secure | X3 |
| A planet also Did it also move | Y3 |
| Around the sun If this were true my friends | Z3 |
| No revolution in this world's affairs | A4 |
| Not that blind maelstrom where imperial Rome | B4 |
| Went down into the dark could so engulf | C4 |
| All that we thought we knew We who believed | M3 |
| In our own majesty we who walked with gods | D4 |
| As younger sons on this proud central stage | E4 |
| Round which the whole bright firmament revolved | M3 |
| For our especial glory must we creep | F4 |
| Like ants upon our midget ball of dust | M3 |
| Lost in immensity | M3 |
| I could not take | G4 |
| That darkness lightly I withheld my book | K |
| For many a year until I clearly saw | S3 |
| And Rome approved me have they not brought it yet | M3 |
| That this tremendous music could not drown | B3 |
| The still supernal music of the soul | H4 |
| Or quench the light that shone when Christ was born | I4 |
| For who if one lost star could lead the kings | J4 |
| To God's own Son would shrink from following these | K4 |
| To His eternal throne | L4 |
| This at the least | M3 |
| We know the soul of man can soar through heaven | K2 |
| It is our own wild wings that dwarf the world | M3 |
| To nothingness beneath us Let the soul | H4 |
| Take courage then If its own thought be true | M4 |
| Not all the immensities of little minds | N4 |
| Can ever quench its own celestial fire | R3 |
| No This new night was needed that the soul | H4 |
| Might conquer its own kingdom and arise | C |
| To its full stature So in face of death | O4 |
| I saw that I must speak the truth I knew | M4 |
| - | |
| Have they not brought it What delays my book | K |
| I am afraid Tell me the truth my friends | Z3 |
| At this last hour the Church may yet withhold | M3 |
| Her sanction Not the Church but those who think | P4 |
| A little darkness helps her | R3 |
| Were this true | M4 |
| They would do well If the poor light we win | T |
| Confuse or blind us to the Light of lights | O3 |
| Let all our wisdom perish I affirm | Q4 |
| A greater Darkness where the one true Church | R4 |
| Shall after all her agonies of loss | S4 |
| And many an age of doubt perhaps to come | G |
| See this processional host of splendours burn | V3 |
| Like tapers round her altar | R3 |
| So I speak | T4 |
| Not for myself but for the age unborn | I4 |
| I caught the fire from those who went before | A |
| The bearers of the torch who could not see | N2 |
| The goal to which they strained I caught their fire | R3 |
| And carried it only a little way beyond | M3 |
| But there are those that wait for it I know | O2 |
| Those who will carry it on to victory | N2 |
| I dare not fail them Looking back I see | N2 |
| Those others fallen with their arms outstretched | M3 |
| Dead pointing to the future | R3 |
| Far far back | J2 |
| Before the Egyptians built their pyramids | U4 |
| With those dark funnels pointing to the north | V4 |
| Through which the Pharaohs from their desert tombs | W4 |
| Gaze all night long upon the Polar Star | I2 |
| Some wandering Arab crept from death to life | D3 |
| Led by the Plough across those wastes of pearl | X4 |
| - | |
| Long long ago have they not brought it yet | M3 |
| My book I finished it one summer's night | M3 |
| And felt my blood all beating into song | X2 |
| I meant to print those verses in my book | K |
| A prelude hinting at that deeper night | M3 |
| Which darkens all our knowledge Then I thought | M3 |
| The measure moved too lightly | N2 |
| Do you recall | E |
| Those verses Elsa They would pass the time | Y4 |
| How happy I was the night I wrote that song | X2 |
| Then one of those bowed shadows raised her head | M3 |
| And like a mother crooning to her child | M3 |
| Murmured the words he wrote so long ago | O2 |
| - | |
| In old Cathay in far Cathay | Z4 |
| Before the western world began | L3 |
| They saw the moving fount of day | Z4 |
| Eclipsed as by a shadowy fan | L3 |
| They stood upon their Chinese wall | E |
| They saw his fire to ashes fade | M3 |
| And felt the deeper slumber fall | E |
| On domes of pearl and towers of jade | M3 |
| - | |
| With slim brown hands in Araby | |
| They traced upon the desert sand | M3 |
| Their Rams and Scorpions of the sky | T3 |
| And strove and failed to understand | M3 |
| Before their footprints were effaced | M3 |
| The shifting sand forgot their rune | Z2 |
| Their hieroglyphs were all erased | M3 |
| Their desert naked to the moon | Z2 |
| - | |
| In Bagdad of the purple nights | O3 |
| Haroun Al Raschid built a tower | R3 |
| Where sages watched a thousand lights | O3 |
| And read their legends for an hour | R3 |
| The tower is down the Caliph dead | M3 |
| Their astrolabes are wrecked with rust | M3 |
| Orion glitters overhead | M3 |
| Aladdin's lamp is in the dust | M3 |
| - | |
| In Babylon in Babylon | |
| They baked their tablets of the clay | Z4 |
| And year by year inscribed thereon | P2 |
| The dark eclipses of their day | Z4 |
| They saw the moving finger write | M3 |
| Its Mene Mene on their sun | K2 |
| A mightier shadow cloaks their light | M3 |
| And clay is clay in Babylon | |
| - | |
| A shadow moved towards him from the door | A |
| Copernicus with a cry upraised his head | M3 |
| The book I cannot see it let me feel | K3 |
| The lettering on the cover | R3 |
| It is here | |
| Put out the lamp now Draw those curtains back | J2 |
| And let me die with starlight on my face | W |
| An angel's hand in mine yes I can say | Z4 |
| My nunc dimittis now light and more light | M3 |
| In that pure realm whose darkness is our peace | S |
Alfred Noyes
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