Mater Triumphalis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Mother of man's time travelling generationsA
Breath of his nostrils heartblood of his heartB
God above all Gods worshipped of all nationsA
Light above light law beyond law thou artB
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Thy face is as a sword smiting in sunderC
Shadows and chains and dreams and iron thingsD
The sea is dumb before thy face the thunderC
Silent the skies are narrower than thy wingsD
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Angels and Gods spirit and sense thou takestB
In thy right hand as drops of dust or dewB
The temples and the towers of time thou breakestB
His thoughts and words and works to make them newB
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All we have wandered from thy ways have hiddenE
Eyes from thy glory and ears from calls they heardB
Called of thy trumpets vainly called and chiddenE
Scourged of thy speech and wounded of thy wordB
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We have known thee and have not known thee stood beside theeF
Felt thy lips breathe set foot where thy feet trodB
Loved and renounced and worshipped and denied theeF
As though thou wert but as another GodB
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One hour for sleep we said and yet one otherC
All day we served her and who shall serve by nightB
Not knowing of thee thy face not knowing O motherC
O light wherethrough the darkness is as lightB
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Men that forsook thee hast thou not forsakenE
Races of men that knew not hast thou knownE
Nations that slept thou hast doubted not to wakenE
Worshippers of strange Gods to make thine ownE
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All old grey histories hiding thy clear featuresG
O secret spirit and sovereign all men's talesH
Creeds woven of men thy children and thy creaturesG
They have woven for vestures of thee and for veilsH
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Thine hands without election or exemptionE
Feed all men fainting from false peace or strifeI
O thou the resurrection and redemptionE
The godhead and the manhood and the lifeI
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Thy wings shadow the waters thine eyes lightenE
The horror of the hollows of the nightB
The depths of the earth and the dark places brightenE
Under thy feet whiter than fire is whiteB
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Death is subdued to thee and hell's bands brokenE
Where thou art only is heaven who hears not theeF
Time shall not hear him when men's names are spokenE
A nameless sign of death shall his name beF
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Deathless shall be the death the name be namelessJ
Sterile of stars his twilight time of breathK
With fire of hell shall shame consume him shamelessJ
And dying all the night darken his deathK
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The years are as thy garments the world's agesL
As sandals bound and loosed from thy swift feetB
Time serves before thee as one that hath for wagesL
Praise or shame only bitter words or sweetB
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Thou sayest Well done and all a century kindlesL
Again thou sayest Depart from sight of meF
And all the light of face of all men dwindlesL
And the age is as the broken glass of theeF
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The night is as a seal set on men's facesL
On faces fallen of men that take no lightB
Nor give light in the deeps of the dark placesL
Blind things incorporate with the body of nightB
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Their souls are serpents winterbound and frozenE
Their shame is as a tame beast at their feetB
Couched their cold lips deride thee and thy chosenE
Their lying lips made grey with dust for meatB
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Then when their time is full and days run overC
The splendour of thy sudden brow made bareM
Darkens the morning thy bared hands uncoverC
The veils of light and night and the awful airM
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And the world naked as a new born maidenE
Stands virginal and splendid as at birthN
With all thine heaven of all its light unladenE
Of all its love unburdened all thine earthN
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For the utter earth and the utter air of heavenE
And the extreme depth is thine and the extreme heightB
Shadows of things and veils of ages rivenE
Are as men's kings unkingdomed in thy sightB
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Through the iron years the centuries brazen gatedB
By the ages' barred impenetrable doorsL
From the evening to the morning have we waitedB
Should thy foot haply sound on the awful floorsL
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The floors untrodden of the sun's feet glimmerC
The star unstricken pavements of the nightB
Do the lights burn inside the lights wax dimmerC
On festal faces withering out of sightB
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The crowned heads lose the light on them it may beF
Dawn is at hand to smite the loud feast dumbO
To blind the torch lit centuries till the day beF
The feasting kingdoms till thy kingdom comeO
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Shall it not come deny they or dissembleP
Is it not even as lightning from on highQ
Now and though many a soul close eyes and trembleP
How should they tremble at all who love thee as IQ
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I am thine harp between thine hands O motherC
All my strong chords are strained with love of theeF
We grapple in love and wrestle as each with otherC
Wrestle the wind and the unreluctant seaF
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I am no courtier of thee sober suitedB
Who loves a little for a little payR
Me not thy winds and storms nor thrones disrootedB
Nor molten crowns nor thine own sins dismayR
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Sinned hast thou sometime therefore art thou sinlessF
Stained hast thou been who art therefore without stainE
Even as man's soul is kin to thee but kinlessF
Thou in whose womb Time sows the all various grainE
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I do not bid thee spare me O dreadful motherC
I pray thee that thou spare not of thy graceF
How were it with me then if ever anotherC
Should come to stand before thee in this my placeF
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I am the trumpet at thy lips thy clarionE
Full of thy cry sonorous with thy breathK
The graves of souls born worms and creeds grown carrionE
Thy blast of judgment fills with fires of deathK
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Thou art the player whose organ keys are thundersF
And I beneath thy foot the pedal prestB
Thou art the ray whereat the rent night sundersF
And I the cloudlet borne upon thy breastB
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I shall burn up before thee pass and perishS
As haze in sunrise on the red sea lineE
But thou from dawn to sunsetting shalt cherishS
The thoughts that led and souls that lighted mineE
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Reared between night and noon and truth and errorC
Each twilight travelling bird that trills and screamsF
Sickens at midday nor can face for terrorC
The imperious heaven's inevitable extremesF
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I have no spirit of skill with equal fingersF
At sign to sharpen or to slacken stringsF
I keep no time of song with gold perched singersF
And chirp of linnets on the wrists of kingsF
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I am thy storm thrush of the days that darkenE
Thy petrel in the foam that bears thy barkT
To port through night and tempest if thou hearkenE
My voice is in thy heaven before the larkT
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My song is in the mist that hides thy morningU
My cry is up before the day for theeF
I have heard thee and beheld thee and give warningU
Before thy wheels divide the sky and seaF
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Birds shall wake with thee voiced and feathered fairerC
To see in summer what I see in springU
I have eyes and heart to endure thee O thunder bearerC
And they shall be who shall have tongues to singU
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I have love at least and have not fear and part notB
From thine unnavigable and wingless wayR
Thou tarriest and I have not said thou art notB
Nor all thy night long have denied thy dayR
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Darkness to daylight shall lift up thy paeanE
Hill to hill thunder vale cry back to valeV
With wind notes as of eagles AEschyleanE
And Sappho singing in the nightingaleV
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Sung to by mighty sons of dawn and daughtersF
Of this night's songs thine ear shall keep but oneE
That supreme song which shook the channelled watersF
And called thee skyward as God calls the sunE
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Come though all heaven again be fire above theeF
Though death before thee come to clear thy skyQ
Let us but see in his thy face who love theeF
Yea though thou slay us arise and let us dieQ

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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