The Dungeoned Anarchist Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDCDCD| He crouches voiceless in his tomb like cell | A |
| Forgot of all things save his jailer's hate | B |
| That turns the daylight from his iron grate | B |
| To make his prison more and more a hell | A |
| For him no coming day or hour shall spell | A |
| Deliverance or bid his soul await | B |
| The hand of Mercy at his dungeon gate | B |
| He would not know even though a kingdom fell | A |
| The black night hides his hand before his eyes | C |
| That grim clenched hand still burning with the sting | D |
| Of royal blood he holds it like a prize | C |
| Waiting the hour when he at last shall fling | D |
| The stain in God's face shrieking as he dies | C |
| Behold the unconquered arm that slew a king | D |
Charles Hamilton Musgrove
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