Intercession Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BAABBAABAAACAC ADDAADDADEDAEA FAAFFAAFAGADHD IAAIIAAIAAAAAA

Ave Caesar Imperator moriturum te salutoA
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O Death a little more and then the wormB
A little longer O Death a little yetA
Before the grave gape and the grave worm fretA
Before the sanguine spotted hand infirmB
Be rottenness and that foul brain the germB
Of all ill things and thoughts be stopped and setA
A little while O Death ere he forgetA
A small space more of life a little termB
A little longer ere he and thou be metA
Ere in that hand that fed thee to thy mindA
The poison cup of life be oversetA
A little respite of disastrous breathC
Till the soul lift up her lost eyes and findA
Nor God nor help nor hope but thee O DeathC
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Shall a man die before his dying dayA
Death and for him though the utter day be nighD
Not yet not yet we give him leave to dieD
We give him grace not yet that men should sayA
He is dead wiped out perished and past awayA
Till the last bitterness of life go byD
Thou shalt not slay him till those last dregs run dryD
O thou last lord of life thou shalt not slayA
Let the lips live a little while and lieD
The hand a little and falter and fail of strengthE
And the soul shudder and sicken at the skyD
Yea let him live though God nor man would letA
Save for the curse' sake then at bitter lengthE
Lord will we yield him to thee but not yetA
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Hath he not deeds to do and days to seeF
Yet ere the day that is to see him deadA
Beats there no brain yet in the poisonous headA
Throbs there no treason if no such thing there beF
If no such thought surely this is not heF
Look to the hands then are the hands not redA
What are the shadows about this man's bedA
Death was not this the cupbearer to theeF
Nay let him live then till in this life's steadA
Even he shall pray for that thou hast to giveG
Till seeing his hopes and not his memories fledA
Even he shall cry upon thee a bitter cryD
That life is worse than death then let him liveH
Till death seem worse than life then let him dieD
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O watcher at the guardless gate of kingsI
O doorkeeper that serving at their feastA
Hast in thine hand their doomsday drink and seestA
With eyeless sight the soul of unseen thingsI
Thou in whose ear the dumb time coming singsI
Death priest and king that makest of king and priestA
A name a dream a less thing than the leastA
Hover awhile above him with closed wingsI
Till the coiled soul an evil snake shaped beastA
Eat its base bodily lair of flesh awayA
If haply or ever its cursed life have ceasedA
Or ever thy cold hands cover his headA
From sight of France and freedom and broad dayA
He may see these and wither and be deadA

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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