The Isles Of The Blessed'(pindar, Fr., 106, 107 (95): B. 4, 129-130, 109 (97): B. 4, 132) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBABA CDEDEF

Now the light of the sun in the night of the Earth on the souls of the TrueA
Shines and their city is girt with the meadow where reigneth the roseB
And deep is the shade of the woods and the wind that flits o'er them and throughA
Sings of the sea and is sweet from the isles where the frankincense blowsB
Green is their garden and orchard with rare fruits golden it glowsB
And the souls of the Blessed are glad in the pleasures on Earth that they knewA
And in chariots these have delight and in dice and in minstrelsy thoseB
And the savour of sacrifice clings to the altars and rises anewA
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But the Souls that Persephone cleanses from ancient pollution and stainC
These at the end of the age be they prince be they singer or seerD
These to the world shall be born as of old shall be sages againE
These of their hands shall be hardy shall live and shall die and shall hearD
Thanks of the people and songs of the minstrels that praise them amainE
And their glory shall dwell in the land where they dwelt while year calls unto yearF

Andrew Lang



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