The Shadow 1 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I dreamed a dream I dreamt that I espiedA
Upon a stone that was not rolled asideA
A Shadow sit upon a grave a ShadeA
As thin as unsubstantial as of oldA
Came the Greek poet toldA
To lick the life blood in the trench Ulysses madeA
As pale as thin and saidA
'I am the Resurrection of the DeadA
The night is past the morning is at handA
And I must in my proper semblance standA
Appear brief space and vanish listen this is trueB
I am that Jesus whom they slew 'C
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And shadows dim I dreamed the dead apostles cameD
And bent their heads for sorrow and for shameD
Sorrow for their great loss and shameD
For what they did in that vain nameD
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And in long ranges far behind there seemedA
Pale vapoury angel forms or was it cloud that keptA
Strange watch the women also stood beside and weptA
And Peter spoke the wordA
'O my own LordA
What is it we must doB
Is it then all untrueB
Did we not see and hear and handle TheeE
Yea for whole hoursF
Upon the Mount in GalileeE
On the lake shore and here at BethanyE
When Thou ascended to Thy God and ours '-
And paler still became the distant cloudA
And at the word the women wept aloudA
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And the Shade answered 'What ye say I know notA
But it is trueB
I am that Jesus whom they slewB
Whom ye have preached but in what way I know not '-
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And the great World it chanced came by that wayG
And stopped and looked and spoke to the policeH
And said the thing for order's sake and peaceH
Most certainly must be suppressed the nuisance ceaseH
His wife and daughter must have where to prayG
And whom to pray to at the least one dayG
In seven and something sensible to sayG
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Whether the fact so many years agoI
Had or not happened how was he to knowI
Yet he had always heard that it was soI
As for himself perhaps it was all oneJ
And yet he found it not unpleasant tooB
On Sunday morning in the roomy pewB
To see the thing with such decorum doneJ
As for himself perhaps it was all oneJ
Yet on one's death bed all men always saidA
It was a comfortable thing to think uponK
The atonement and the resurrection of the deadA
So the great World as having said his sayG
Unto his country house pursued his wayG
And on the grave the Shadow sat all dayG
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And the poor Pope was sure it must be soI
Else wherefore did the people kiss his toeI
The subtle Jesuit cardinal shook his headA
And mildly looked and saidA
It mattered not a jotA
Whether the thing indeed were so or notA
Religion must be kept up and the Church preservedA
And for the people this best servedA
And then he turned and added most demurelyE
'Whatever may befalE
We Catholics need no evidence at allE
The holy father is infallible surely '-
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And English canons heardA
And quietly demurredA
Religion rests on evidence of courseL
And on inquiry we must put no forceL
Difficulties still upon whatever groundA
Are likely almost certain to be foundA
The Theist scheme the Pantheist one and allE
Must with or e'en before the Christian fallE
And till the thing were plainer to our eyesM
To disturb faith was surely most unwiseM
As for the Shade who trusted such narrationJ
Except of course in ancient revelationJ
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And dignitaries of the Church came byN
It had been worth to some of them they saidA
Some hundred thousand pounds a year a headA
If it fetched so much in the market trulyE
'Twas not a thing to be given up undulyE
It had been proved by Butler in one wayG
By Paley better in a later dayG
It had been proved in twenty ways at onceO
By many a doctor plain to many a dunceO
There was no question but it must be soO
And the Shade answered that He did not knowO
He had no reading and might be deceivedA
But still He was the Christ as He believedA
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And women mild and pureP
Forth from still homes and village schools did passO
And asked if this indeed were thus alasO
What should they teach their children and the poorQ
The Shade replied He could not knowO
But it was truth the fact was soO
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Who had kept all commandments from his youthR
Yet still found one thing lacking even TruthR
And the Shade only answered 'Go make hasteA
Enjoy thy great possessions as thou may'st '-

Arthur Hugh Clough



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