The Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DDEE FFGG HHIJ KKLL MMHH| THEY tell you the poet is useless and empty the sound of his lyre | A |
| That science has made him a phantom and thinned to a shadow his fire | B |
| Yet reformer has never demolished a dungeon or den of the foe | C |
| But the flame of the soul of a poet pulsated in every blow | C |
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| They tell you he hinders with tinklings with gags from an obsolete stage | D |
| The dramas of deed and the worship of Laws in a practical age | D |
| But the deeds of to day are the children of magical dreams he has sung | E |
| And the Laws are ineffable Fires that from niggardly heaven he wrung | E |
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| The bosoms of women he sang of are heaving to day in our maids | F |
| The God that he drew from the Silence our woes or our weariness aids | F |
| Not a maxim has needled through Time but a poet had feathered its shaft | G |
| Not a law is a boon to the people but he has dictated its draft | G |
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| And why do we fight for our fellows For Liberty why do we long | H |
| Because with the core of our nerve cells are woven the lightnings of song | H |
| For the poet for ages illumined the animal dreams of our sires | I |
| And his Thought Become Flesh is the matrix of all our unselfish desires | J |
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| Yea why are we fain for the Beautiful Why should we die for the Right | K |
| Because through the forested ons in spite of the priests of the Night | K |
| Undeterred by the faggot or cross uncorrupted by glory or gold | L |
| To our mothers the poet his Vision of Goodness and Beauty has told | L |
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| When comrades we thrill to the message of speaker in highway or hall | M |
| The voice of the poet is reaching the silenter poet in all | M |
| And again as of old when the flames are to leap up the turrets of Wrong | H |
| Shall the torch of the New Revolution be lit from the words of a Song | H |
Bernard O'dowd
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