Victory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDC EFEF GHGH II A JKJK LMLM NONO PP A AQJQRSRT UVUV WW X YZYZ KIKI A2B2A2B2 XX X A2WA2W A2C2D2C2 XIXI E2 X F2G2F2G2 XKXK EIEI I X A2H2A2H2 I2EI2E UJ2UJ2 II

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Before those golden altar lights we stoodB
Each one of us remembering his own deadC
A more than earthly beauty seemed to broodD
On that hushed throng and bless each bending headC
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Beautiful on that gold the deep sea blueE
Of those young seamen ranked on either sideF
Blent with the khaki while the silence grewE
Deep as for wings Oh deep as England's prideF
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Beautiful on that gold two banners roseG
Two flags that told how Freedom's realm was madeH
One fair with stars of hope and one that showsG
The glorious cross of England's long crusadeH
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Two flags now joined till that high will be doneI
Which sent them forth to make the whole world oneI
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IIA
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There were no signs of joy that eyes could seeJ
Our hearts were all three thousand miles awayK
There were no trumpets blown for victoryJ
A million dead were calling us that dayK
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And eyes grew blind at times but grief was deepL
Deeper than any foes or friends have knownM
For Oh my country's lips are locked to keepL
Her bitterest loss her own and all her ownM
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Only the music told what else was dumbN
The funeral march to which our pulses beatO
For all our dead went by to a muffled drumN
We heard the tread of all those phantom feetO
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Yes There was victory Deep in every soulP
We heard them marching to their unseen goalP
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IIIA
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There once again we saw the Cross go byA
The Cross that fell with all those glorious towersQ
Burnt black in France or mocked on CalvaryJ
Till in one night the crosses rose like flowersQ
Legions of small white crosses mile on mileR
Pencilled with names that had outfought all painS
Where every shell torn acre seems to smileR
Who shall destroy the cross that rose againT
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Out of the world's Walpurgis where hope perishedU
Where all the forms of faith in ruin fellV
Where every sign of heaven that earth had cherishedU
Shrivelled among the lava floods of hellV
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The eternal Cross that conquers might with rightW
Rose like a star to lead us through the nightW
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IVX
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How shall the world remember Men forgetY
Our dead are all too many even for FameZ
Man's justice kneels to kings and pays no debtY
To those who never courted her acclaimZ
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Cheat not your heart with promises to payK
For gifts beyond all price so freely givenI
Where is the heart so rich that it can sayK
To those who mourn 'I will restore your heaven'I
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But these with their own hands laid up their treasureA2
Where never an emperor can break in and stealB2
Treasure for those that loved them past all measureA2
In those high griefs that earth can never healB2
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Proud griefs that walk on earth yet gaze aboveX
Knowing that sorrow is but remembered loveX
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VX
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Love that still holds us with immortal powerA2
Yet cannot lift us to His realm of lightW
Love that still shows us heaven for one brief hourA2
Only to daunt the heart with that sheer heightW
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Love that is made of loveliness entireA2
In form and thought and act and still must shame usC2
Because we ever acknowledge and aspireD2
And yet let slip the shining hands that claim usC2
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O if this Love might cloak with rags His gloryX
Laugh eat and drink and dwell with suffering menI
Sit with us at our hearth and hear our storyX
This world we thought might be transfigured thenI
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'But Oh ' Love answered with swift human tearsE2
'All these things have I done these many years '-
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VIX
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'This day ' Love said 'if ye will hear my voiceF2
I mount and sing with birds in all your skiesG2
I am the soul that calls you to rejoiceF2
And every wayside flower is my disguiseG2
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'Look closely Are the wings too wide for pityX
Look closely Do these tender hues betrayK
How often have I sought my Holy CityX
How often have ye turned your hearts awayK
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'Is there not healing in the beauty I bring youE
Am I not whispering in green leaves and rainI
Singing in all that woods and seas can sing youE
Look once on Love and earth is heaven againI
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'O did your Spring but once a century wakenI
The heaven of heavens for this would be forsaken '-
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VIIX
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There's but one gift that all our dead desireA2
One gift that men can give and that's a dreamH2
Unless we too can burn with that same fireA2
Of sacrifice die to the things that seemH2
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Die to the little hatreds die to greedI2
Die to the old ignoble selves we knewE
Die to the base contempts of sect and creedI2
And rise again like these with souls as trueE
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Nay since these died before their task was finishedU
Attempt new heights bring even their dreams to birthJ2
Build us that better world Oh not diminishedU
By one true splendor that they planned on earthJ2
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And that's not done by sword or tongue or penI
There's but one way God make us better menI

Alfred Noyes



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