A Brother Of The Battuti Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGHGHCICI CJCJCKCKLMLMNONOPQPQ CRCRSTSTUVUVWCWCXFXF| Shed sinful flesh these tears of blood | A |
| For all thy vileness all too few | B |
| Wash out O holy healing flood | A |
| The sins that always in God's view | B |
| Stand as a mountain day and night | C |
| A mountain growing up from hell | D |
| Smite deluge of my torments smite | C |
| Upon the burrowing base and swell | D |
| Up upward to the very brow | E |
| Shall God no mercy have for me | F |
| When thou art shaken even thou | E |
| Hurled down and cast into the sea | F |
| No mercy Yea doth God require | G |
| These cruel pangs and all in vain | H |
| To save me from the flaming fire | G |
| Shall all my blood pour forth like rain | H |
| Nor fructify the barren sod | C |
| Nor cleanse my scarlet sins like wool | I |
| Nor turn the burning wrath of God | C |
| Lo all these years my hours are full | I |
| Of sorer suffering than of old | C |
| His martyrs bore that triumphed still | J |
| Gained grace and heard the harps of gold | C |
| And saw the city on the hill | J |
| I have not tasted flesh nor fed | C |
| On dainty fare nor known the touch | K |
| Of joyous wine nor bitten bread | C |
| Save mouldy and of that not much | K |
| Sour crusts with water old and stale | L |
| And herbs and roots no rest I take | M |
| Save when these vile limbs faint and fail | L |
| But roaming all the night awake | M |
| I think on my exceeding sin | N |
| God knows I take no rest at all | O |
| Who haply resting not shall win | N |
| The final goal before I fall | O |
| Yea and not these alone yea these | P |
| Might all men do for heaven but I | Q |
| In suns that scorch in moons that freeze | P |
| About my shuddering shoulders ply | Q |
| This biting scourge of knotted cord | C |
| And shout to feel the blood run down | R |
| Wilt thou not think on this dear Lord | C |
| Yea when the jewels of thy crown | R |
| Thou countest up remembering | S |
| Wilt thou not Lord remember this | T |
| That is not Lord a little thing | S |
| And let me see thy heaven of bliss | T |
| O Lord my Love my Life my Love | U |
| I swoon in ecstasy divine | V |
| Take take my blood and drink thereof | U |
| A drink offering of costly wine | V |
| Poured out into a sacred cup | W |
| Take take my blood poured freely out | C |
| And drain the winepress' fruitage up | W |
| O Lord I parch with burning drought | C |
| I whom the streams may not refresh | X |
| Give me my Lord my Love give me | F |
| Thy spirit as I give my flesh | X |
| A living sacrifice to thee | F |
Arthur Symons
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