Pilate's Wife's Dream Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GH GHII JKJLII MNONJJ PQPQRR SI SIRR KTKTNN UEUEFF JIJIVV WX WXEE YTYTZZ A2TB2TII C2D2C2E2NN F2P F2PG2G2 IH2II2J2J2 JIJIZK2 L2JL2JM2M2 TI TIN2N2 FO2FDTT P2IP2IWW QEQEJJ QP2QP2 Q2R2 S2QS2QQQ IRIRP2P2 T2T2P2P2III've quenched my lamp I struck it in that start | A |
Which every limb convulsed I heard it fall | B |
The crash blent with my sleep I saw depart | A |
Its light even as I woke on yonder wall | B |
Over against my bed there shone a gleam | C |
Strange faint and mingling also with my dream | C |
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It sunk and I am wrapt in utter gloom | D |
How far is night advanced and when will day | E |
Retinge the dusk and livid air with bloom | D |
And fill this void with warm creative ray | E |
Would I could sleep again till clear and red | F |
Morning shall on the mountain tops be spread | F |
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I'd call my women but to break their sleep | G |
Because my own is broken were unjust | H |
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They've wrought all day and well earned slumbers steep | G |
Their labours in forgetfulness I trust | H |
Let me my feverish watch with patience bear | I |
Thankful that none with me its sufferings share | I |
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Yet Oh for light one ray would tranquilise | J |
My nerves my pulses more than effort can | K |
I'll draw my curtain and consult the skies | J |
These trembling stars at dead of night look wan | L |
Wild restless strange yet cannot be more drear | I |
Than this my couch shared by a nameless fear | I |
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All black one great cloud drawn from east to west | M |
Conceals the heavens but there are lights below | N |
Torches burn in Jerusalem and cast | O |
On yonder stony mount a lurid glow | N |
I see men stationed there and gleaming spears | J |
A sound too from afar invades my ears | J |
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Dull measured strokes of axe and hammer ring | P |
From street to street not loud but through the night | Q |
Distinctly heard and some strange spectral thing | P |
Is now upreared and fixed against the light | Q |
Of the pale lamps defined upon that sky | R |
It stands up like a column straight and high | R |
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I see it all I know the dusky sign | S |
A cross on Calvary which Jews uprear | I |
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While Romans watch and when the dawn shall shine | S |
Pilate to judge the victim will appear | I |
Pass sentence yield him up to crucify | R |
And on that cross the spotless Christ must die | R |
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Dreams then are true for thus my vision ran | K |
Surely some oracle has been with me | T |
The gods have chosen me to reveal their plan | K |
To warn an unjust judge of destiny | T |
I slumbering heard and saw awake I know | N |
Christ's coming death and Pilate's life of woe | N |
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I do not weep for Pilate who could prove | U |
Regret for him whose cold and crushing sway | E |
No prayer can soften no appeal can move | U |
Who tramples hearts as others trample clay | E |
Yet with a faltering an uncertain tread | F |
That might stir up reprisal in the dead | F |
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Forced to sit by his side and see his deeds | J |
Forced to behold that visage hour by hour | I |
In whose gaunt lines the abhorrent gazer reads | J |
A triple lust of gold and blood and power | I |
A soul whom motives fierce yet abject urge | V |
Rome's servile slave and Judah's tyrant scourge | V |
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How can I love or mourn or pity him | W |
I who so long my fettered hands have wrung | X |
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I who for grief have wept my eye sight dim | W |
Because while life for me was bright and young | X |
He robbed my youth he quenched my life's fair ray | E |
He crushed my mind and did my freedom slay | E |
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And at this hour although I be his wife | Y |
He has no more of tenderness from me | T |
Than any other wretch of guilty life | Y |
Less for I know his household privacy | T |
I see him as he is without a screen | Z |
And by the gods my soul abhors his mien | Z |
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Has he not sought my presence dyed in blood | A2 |
Innocent righteous blood shed shamelessly | T |
And have I not his red salute withstood | B2 |
Aye when as erst he plunged all Galilee | T |
In dark bereavement in affliction sore | I |
Mingling their very offerings with their gore | I |
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Then came he in his eyes a serpent smile | C2 |
Upon his lips some false endearing word | D2 |
And through the streets of Salem clanged the while | C2 |
His slaughtering hacking sacrilegious sword | E2 |
And I to see a man cause men such woe | N |
Trembled with ire I did not fear to show | N |
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And now the envious Jewish priests have brought | F2 |
Jesus whom they in mockery call their king | P |
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To have by this grim power their vengeance wrought | F2 |
By this mean reptile innocence to sting | P |
Oh could I but the purposed doom avert | G2 |
And shield the blameless head from cruel hurt | G2 |
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Accessible is Pilate's heart to fear | I |
Omens will shake his soul like autumn leaf | H2 |
Could he this night's appalling vision hear | I |
This just man's bonds were loosed his life were safe | I2 |
Unless that bitter priesthood should prevail | J2 |
And make even terror to their malice quail | J2 |
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Yet if I tell the dream but let me pause | J |
What dream Erewhile the characters were clear | I |
Graved on my brain at once some unknown cause | J |
Has dimmed and rased the thoughts which now appear | I |
Like a vague remnant of some by past scene | Z |
Not what will be but what long since has been | K2 |
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I suffered many things I heard foretold | L2 |
A dreadful doom for Pilate lingering woes | J |
In far barbarian climes where mountains cold | L2 |
Built up a solitude of trackless snows | J |
There he and grisly wolves prowled side by side | M2 |
There he lived famished there methought he died | M2 |
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But not of hunger nor by malady | T |
I saw the snow around him stained with gore | I |
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I said I had no tears for such as he | T |
And lo my cheek is wet mine eyes run o'er | I |
I weep for mortal suffering mortal guilt | N2 |
I weep the impious deed the blood self spilt | N2 |
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More I recall not yet the vision spread | F |
Into a world remote an age to come | O2 |
And still the illumined name of Jesus shed | F |
A light a clearness through the enfolding gloom | D |
And still I saw that sign which now I see | T |
That cross on yonder brow of Calvary | T |
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What is this Hebrew Christ To me unknown | P2 |
His lineage doctrine mission yet how clear | I |
Is God like goodness in his actions shewn | P2 |
How straight and stainless is his life's career | I |
The ray of Deity that rests on him | W |
In my eyes makes Olympian glory dim | W |
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The world advances Greek or Roman rite | Q |
Suffices not the inquiring mind to stay | E |
The searching soul demands a purer light | Q |
To guide it on its upward onward way | E |
Ashamed of sculptured gods Religion turns | J |
To where the unseen Jehovah's altar burns | J |
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Our faith is rotten all our rites defiled | Q |
Our temples sullied and methinks this man | P2 |
With his new ordinance so wise and mild | Q |
Is come even as he says the chaff to fan | P2 |
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And sever from the wheat but will his faith | Q2 |
Survive the terrors of to morrow's death | R2 |
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I feel a firmer trust a higher hope | S2 |
Rise in my soul it dawns with dawning day | Q |
Lo on the Temple's roof on Moriah's slope | S2 |
Appears at length that clear and crimson ray | Q |
Which I so wished for when shut in by night | Q |
Oh opening skies I hail I bless your light | Q |
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Part clouds and shadows glorious Sun appear | I |
Part mental gloom Come insight from on high | R |
Dusk dawn in heaven still strives with daylight clear | I |
The longing soul doth still uncertain sigh | R |
Oh to behold the truth that sun divine | P2 |
How doth my bosom pant my spirit pine | P2 |
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This day time travails with a mighty birth | T2 |
This day Truth stoops from heaven and visits earth | T2 |
Ere night descends I shall more surely know | P2 |
What guide to follow in what path to go | P2 |
I wait in hope I wait in solemn fear | I |
The oracle of God the sole true God to hear | I |
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