The Afterglow Of Shakespeare Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Let there be light said Time and England heardA
And manhood grew to godhead at the wordA
No light had shone since earth arose from sleepB
So far no fire of thought had cloven so deepB
A day beyond all days bade life acclaimC
Shakespeare and man put on his crowning nameC
All secrets once through darkling ages keptD
Shone sang and smiled to think how long they sleptD
Man rose past fear of lies whereon he trodE
And Dante's ghost saw hell devour his GodE
Bright Marlowe brave as winds that brave the seaF
When sundawn bids their bliss in battle beF
Lit England first along the ways whereonG
Song brighter far than sunlight soared and shoneG
He died ere half his life had earned his rightH
To lighten time with song's triumphant lightH
Hope shrank and felt the stroke at heart but oneG
She knew not rose a man to match the sunG
And England's hope and time's and man's becameC
Joy deep as music's heart and keen as flameC
Not long for heaven on earth may live not longI
Light sang and darkness died before the songI
He passed the man above all men whose breathJ
Transfigured life with speech that lightens deathJ
He passed but yet for many a lustrous yearK
His light of song bade England shine and hearL
As plague and fire and faith in falsehood spreadM
So from the man of men divine and deadM
Contagious godhead seen unknown and heardA
Fulfilled and quickened England thought and wordA
When men would fain set life to music grewN
More sweet than years which knew not Shakespeare knewN
The simplest soul that set itself to songI
Sang and may fear not time's or change's wrongI
The lightest eye that glanced on life could seeF
Through grief and joy the God that man might beF
All passion whence the living soul takes fireO
Till death fulfil despair and quench desireO
All love that lightens through the cloud of chanceP
All hate that lurks in hope and smites askanceP
All holiness of sorrow all divineG
Pity whose tears are stars that save and shineG
All sunbright strength of laughter like the sea'sQ
When spring and autumn loose their lustrous breezeQ
All sweet all strange all sad all glorious thingsR
Lived on his lips and hailed him king of kingsR
All thought all strife all anguish all delightH
Spake all he bade and speak till day be nightH
No soul that heard no spirit that beheldH
Knew not the God that lured them and compelledH
On Beaumont's brow the sun arisen afarS
Shed fire which lit through heaven the younger starS
That sank before the sunset one dark springT
Slew first the kinglike subject then the kingT
The glory left above their graves made strongI
The heart of Fletcher till the flower sweet songI
That Shakespeare culled from Chaucer's field and diedH
Found ending on his lips that smiled and sighedH
From Dekker's eyes the light of tear touched mirthU
Shone as from Shakespeare's mingling heaven and earthU
Wild witchcraft's lure and England's love made oneG
With Shakespeare's heart the heart of MiddletonG
Harsh homely true and tragic Rowley toldH
His heart's debt down in rough and radiant goldH
The skies that Tourneur's lightning clove and rentH
Flamed through the clouds where Shakespeare's thunder wentH
Wise Massinger bade kings be wise in vainG
Ere war bade song storm stricken cower and waneG
Kind Heywood simple souled and single eyedH
Found voice for England's home born praise and prideH
Strange grief strange love strange terror bared the swordH
That smote the soul by grace and will of FordH
The stern grim strength of Chapman's thought found speechV
Loud as when storm at ebb tide rends the beachV
And all the honey brewed from flowers in MayW
Made sweet the lips and bright the dreams of DayW
But even as Shakespeare caught from Marlowe's wordH
Fire so from his the thunder bearing thirdH
Webster took light and might whence none but heF
Hath since made song that sounded so the seaF
Whose waves are lives of men whose tidestream rollsX
From year to darkening year the freight of soulsX
Alone above it sweet supreme sublimeY
Shakespeare attunes the jarring chords of timeY
Alone of all whose doom is death and birthU
Shakespeare is lord of souls alive on earthU

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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