French Nocturne (monchy-le-preux) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDDC EFFE GHHG IJJI

Long leagues on either hand the trenches spreadA
And all is still now even this gross lineB
Drinks in the frosty silences divineB
The pale green moon is riding overheadA
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The jaws of a sacked village stark and grimC
Out on the ridge have swallowed up the sunD
And in one angry streak his blood has runD
To left and right along the horizon dimC
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There comes a buzzing plane and now it seemsE
Flies straight into the moon Lo where he steersF
Across the pallid globe and surely nearsF
In that white land some harbour of dear dreamsE
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False mocking fancy Once I too could dreamG
Who now can only see with vulgar eyeH
That he's no nearer to the moon than IH
And she's a stone that catches the sun's beamG
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What call have I to dream of anythingI
I am a wolf Back to the world againJ
And speech of fellow brutes that once were menJ
Our throats can bark for slaughter cannot singI

C. S. Lewis



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