A Marching Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDCDD EFEGG HIHII JKJKK LMLMM NONOO PHPHH QGQRR STSSS USUSS UUUUU SGSGG USUSS GVGVV UGUGG VSVSS GUGUU VUVUU USUSS VWVWW GSGSS SSSSS USUSS GXGXX GSGSS VSVSS GUGUU USUSS SUSUU VGVGG YSYSS UUUUU SGSGG GSGSS GUGUU UGUGG UVUVV USUSZ

We mix from many landsA
We march for very farB
In hearts and lips and handsA
Our staffs and weapons areB
The light we walk in darkens sun and moon and starB
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It doth not flame and waneC
With years and spheres that rollD
Storm cannot shake nor stainC
The strength that makes it wholeD
The fire that moulds and moves it of the sovereign soulD
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We are they that have to copeE
With time till time retireF
We live on hopeless hopeE
We feed on tears and fireG
Time foot by foot gives back before our sheer desireG
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From the edge of harsh derisionH
From discord and defeatI
From doubt and lame divisionH
We pluck the fruit and eatI
And the mouth finds it bitter and the spirit sweetI
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We strive with time at wrestlingJ
Till time be on our sideK
And hope our plumeless nestlingJ
A full fledged eaglet rideK
Down the loud length of storm its windward wings divideK
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We are girt with our beliefL
Clothed with our will and crownedM
Hope fear delight and griefL
Before our will give groundM
Their calls are in our ears as shadows of dead soundM
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All but the heart forsakes usN
All fails us but the willO
Keen treason tracks and takes usN
In pits for blood to fillO
Friend falls from friend and faith for faith lays wait to killO
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Out under moon and starsP
And shafts of the urgent sunH
Whose face on prison barsP
And mountain heads is oneH
Our march is everlasting till time's march be doneH
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Whither we know and whenceQ
And dare not care wherethroughG
Desires that urge the senseQ
Fears changing old with newR
Perils and pains beset the ways we press intoR
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Earth gives us thorns to treadS
And all her thorns are trodT
Through lands burnt black and redS
We pass with feet unshodS
Whence we would be man shall not keep us nor man's GodS
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Through the great desert beastsU
Howl at our backs by nightS
And thunder forging priestsU
Blow their dead bale fires brightS
And on their broken anvils beat out bolts for fightS
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Inside their sacred smithiesU
Though hot the hammer ringsU
Their steel links snap like withiesU
Their chains like twisted stringsU
Their surest fetters are as plighted words of kingsU
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O nations undividedS
O single people and freeG
We dreamers we deridedS
We mad blind men that seeG
We bear you witness ere ye come that ye shall beG
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Ye sitting among tombsU
Ye standing round the gateS
Whom fire mouthed war consumesU
Or cold lipped peace bids waitS
All tombs and bars shall open every grave and grateS
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The locks shall burst in sunderG
The hinges shrieking spinV
When time whose hand is thunderG
Lays hand upon the pinV
And shoots the bolts reluctant bidding all men inV
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These eyeless times and earlessU
Shall these not see and hearG
And all their hearts burn fearlessU
That were afrost for fearG
Is day not hard upon us yea not our day nearG
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France from its grey dejectionV
Make manifest the redS
Tempestuous resurrectionV
Of thy most sacred headS
Break thou the covering cerecloths rise up from the deadS
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And thou whom sea walls severG
From lands unwalled with seasU
Wilt thou endure for everG
O Milton's England theseU
Thou that wast his Republic wilt thou clasp their kneesU
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These royalties rust eatenV
These worm corroded liesU
That keep thine head storm beatenV
And sunlike strength of eyesU
From the open heaven and air of intercepted skiesU
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These princelings with gauze wingletsU
That buzz in the air unfurledS
These summer swarming kingletsU
These thin worms crowned and curledS
That bask and blink and warm themselves about the worldS
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These fanged meridian verminV
Shrill gnats that crowd the duskW
Night moths whose nestling ermineV
Smells foul of mould and muskW
Blind flesh flies hatched by dark and hampered in their huskW
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These honours without honourG
These ghost like gods of goldS
This earth that wears upon herG
To keep her heart from coldS
No memory more of men that brought it fire of oldS
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These limbs supine unbuckledS
In rottenness of restS
These sleepy lips blood suckledS
And satiate of thy breastS
These dull wide mouths that drain thee dry and call thee blestS
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These masters of thee mindlessU
That wear thee out of mindS
These children of thee kindlessU
That use thee out of kindS
Whose hands strew gold before thee and contempt behindS
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Who have turned thy name to laughterG
Thy sea like sounded nameX
That now none hearkens afterG
For faith in its free fameX
Who have robbed thee of thy trust and given thee of their shameX
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These hours that mock each otherG
These years that kill and dieS
Are these thy gains our motherG
For all thy gains thrown byS
Is this that end whose promise made thine heart so highS
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With empire and with treasonV
The first right hand made fastS
But in man's nobler seasonV
To put forth help the lastS
Love turns from thee and memory disavows thy pastS
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Lest thine own sea disclaim theeG
Lest thine own sons despiseU
Lest lips shoot out that name theeG
And seeing thee men shut eyesU
Take thought with all thy people turn thine head and riseU
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Turn thee lift up thy faceU
What ails thee to be deadS
Ask of thyself for graceU
Seek of thyself for breadS
And who shall starve or shame thee blind or bruise thine headS
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The same sun in thy sightS
The same sea in thine earsU
That saw thine hour at heightS
That sang thy song of yearsU
Behold and hearken for thee knowing thy hopes and fearsU
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O people O perfect nationV
O England that shall beG
How long till thou take stationV
How long till thralls live freeG
How long till all thy soul be one with all thy seaG
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Ye that from south to northY
Ye that from east to westS
Stretch hands of longing forthY
And keep your eyes from restS
Lo when ye will we bring you gifts of what is bestS
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From the awful northland pinesU
That skirt their wan dim seasU
To the ardent ApenninesU
And sun struck PyreneesU
One frost on all their frondage bites the blossoming treesU
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The leaves look up for lightS
For heat of helpful airG
The trees of oldest heightS
And thin storm shaken hairG
Seek with gaunt hands up heavenward if the sun be thereG
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The woods where souls walk lonelyG
The forests girt with nightS
Desire the day star onlyG
And firstlings of the lightS
Not seen of slaves nor shining in their masters' sightS
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We have the morning starG
O foolish people O kingsU
With us the day springs areG
Even all the fresh day springsU
For us and with us all the multitudes of thingsU
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O sorrowing hearts of slavesU
We heard you beat from farG
We bring the light that savesU
We bring the morning starG
Freedom's good things we bring you whence all good things areG
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With us the winds and fountainsU
And lightnings live in tuneV
The morning coloured mountainsU
That burn into the noonV
The mist's mild veil on valleys muffled from the moonV
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The thunder darkened highlandsU
And lowlands hot with fruitS
Sea bays and shoals and islandsU
And cliffs that foil man's footS
And aZ

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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