French Nocturne (monchy-le-preux) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDDC EFFE GHHG IJJI| Long leagues on either hand the trenches spread | A |
| And all is still now even this gross line | B |
| Drinks in the frosty silences divine | B |
| The pale green moon is riding overhead | A |
| - | |
| The jaws of a sacked village stark and grim | C |
| Out on the ridge have swallowed up the sun | D |
| And in one angry streak his blood has run | D |
| To left and right along the horizon dim | C |
| - | |
| There comes a buzzing plane and now it seems | E |
| Flies straight into the moon Lo where he steers | F |
| Across the pallid globe and surely nears | F |
| In that white land some harbour of dear dreams | E |
| - | |
| False mocking fancy Once I too could dream | G |
| Who now can only see with vulgar eye | H |
| That he's no nearer to the moon than I | H |
| And she's a stone that catches the sun's beam | G |
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| What call have I to dream of anything | I |
| I am a wolf Back to the world again | J |
| And speech of fellow brutes that once were men | J |
| Our throats can bark for slaughter cannot sing | I |
C. S. Lewis
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