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 T2T2P2P2II

I've quenched my lamp I struck it in that startA
Which every limb convulsed I heard it fallB
The crash blent with my sleep I saw departA
Its light even as I woke on yonder wallB
Over against my bed there shone a gleamC
Strange faint and mingling also with my dreamC
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It sunk and I am wrapt in utter gloomD
How far is night advanced and when will dayE
Retinge the dusk and livid air with bloomD
And fill this void with warm creative rayE
Would I could sleep again till clear and redF
Morning shall on the mountain tops be spreadF
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I'd call my women but to break their sleepG
Because my own is broken were unjustH
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They've wrought all day and well earned slumbers steepG
Their labours in forgetfulness I trustH
Let me my feverish watch with patience bearI
Thankful that none with me its sufferings shareI
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Yet Oh for light one ray would tranquiliseJ
My nerves my pulses more than effort canK
I'll draw my curtain and consult the skiesJ
These trembling stars at dead of night look wanL
Wild restless strange yet cannot be more drearI
Than this my couch shared by a nameless fearI
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All black one great cloud drawn from east to westM
Conceals the heavens but there are lights belowN
Torches burn in Jerusalem and castO
On yonder stony mount a lurid glowN
I see men stationed there and gleaming spearsJ
A sound too from afar invades my earsJ
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Dull measured strokes of axe and hammer ringP
From street to street not loud but through the nightQ
Distinctly heard and some strange spectral thingP
Is now upreared and fixed against the lightQ
Of the pale lamps defined upon that skyR
It stands up like a column straight and highR
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I see it all I know the dusky signS
A cross on Calvary which Jews uprearI
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While Romans watch and when the dawn shall shineS
Pilate to judge the victim will appearI
Pass sentence yield him up to crucifyR
And on that cross the spotless Christ must dieR
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Dreams then are true for thus my vision ranK
Surely some oracle has been with meT
The gods have chosen me to reveal their planK
To warn an unjust judge of destinyT
I slumbering heard and saw awake I knowN
Christ's coming death and Pilate's life of woeN
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I do not weep for Pilate who could proveU
Regret for him whose cold and crushing swayE
No prayer can soften no appeal can moveU
Who tramples hearts as others trample clayE
Yet with a faltering an uncertain treadF
That might stir up reprisal in the deadF
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Forced to sit by his side and see his deedsJ
Forced to behold that visage hour by hourI
In whose gaunt lines the abhorrent gazer readsJ
A triple lust of gold and blood and powerI
A soul whom motives fierce yet abject urgeV
Rome's servile slave and Judah's tyrant scourgeV
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How can I love or mourn or pity himW
I who so long my fettered hands have wrungX
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I who for grief have wept my eye sight dimW
Because while life for me was bright and youngX
He robbed my youth he quenched my life's fair rayE
He crushed my mind and did my freedom slayE
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And at this hour although I be his wifeY
He has no more of tenderness from meT
Than any other wretch of guilty lifeY
Less for I know his household privacyT
I see him as he is without a screenZ
And by the gods my soul abhors his mienZ
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Has he not sought my presence dyed in bloodA2
Innocent righteous blood shed shamelesslyT
And have I not his red salute withstoodB2
Aye when as erst he plunged all GalileeT
In dark bereavement in affliction soreI
Mingling their very offerings with their goreI
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Then came he in his eyes a serpent smileC2
Upon his lips some false endearing wordD2
And through the streets of Salem clanged the whileC2
His slaughtering hacking sacrilegious swordE2
And I to see a man cause men such woeN
Trembled with ire I did not fear to showN
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And now the envious Jewish priests have broughtF2
Jesus whom they in mockery call their kingP
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To have by this grim power their vengeance wroughtF2
By this mean reptile innocence to stingP
Oh could I but the purposed doom avertG2
And shield the blameless head from cruel hurtG2
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Accessible is Pilate's heart to fearI
Omens will shake his soul like autumn leafH2
Could he this night's appalling vision hearI
This just man's bonds were loosed his life were safeI2
Unless that bitter priesthood should prevailJ2
And make even terror to their malice quailJ2
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Yet if I tell the dream but let me pauseJ
What dream Erewhile the characters were clearI
Graved on my brain at once some unknown causeJ
Has dimmed and rased the thoughts which now appearI
Like a vague remnant of some by past sceneZ
Not what will be but what long since has beenK2
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I suffered many things I heard foretoldL2
A dreadful doom for Pilate lingering woesJ
In far barbarian climes where mountains coldL2
Built up a solitude of trackless snowsJ
There he and grisly wolves prowled side by sideM2
There he lived famished there methought he diedM2
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But not of hunger nor by maladyT
I saw the snow around him stained with goreI
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I said I had no tears for such as heT
And lo my cheek is wet mine eyes run o'erI
I weep for mortal suffering mortal guiltN2
I weep the impious deed the blood self spiltN2
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More I recall not yet the vision spreadF
Into a world remote an age to comeO2
And still the illumined name of Jesus shedF
A light a clearness through the enfolding gloomD
And still I saw that sign which now I seeT
That cross on yonder brow of CalvaryT
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What is this Hebrew Christ To me unknownP2
His lineage doctrine mission yet how clearI
Is God like goodness in his actions shewnP2
How straight and stainless is his life's careerI
The ray of Deity that rests on himW
In my eyes makes Olympian glory dimW
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The world advances Greek or Roman riteQ
Suffices not the inquiring mind to stayE
The searching soul demands a purer lightQ
To guide it on its upward onward wayE
Ashamed of sculptured gods Religion turnsJ
To where the unseen Jehovah's altar burnsJ
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Our faith is rotten all our rites defiledQ
Our temples sullied and methinks this manP2
With his new ordinance so wise and mildQ
Is come even as he says the chaff to fanP2
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And sever from the wheat but will his faithQ2
Survive the terrors of to morrow's deathR2
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I feel a firmer trust a higher hopeS2
Rise in my soul it dawns with dawning dayQ
Lo on the Temple's roof on Moriah's slopeS2
Appears at length that clear and crimson rayQ
Which I so wished for when shut in by nightQ
Oh opening skies I hail I bless your lightQ
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Part clouds and shadows glorious Sun appearI
Part mental gloom Come insight from on highR
Dusk dawn in heaven still strives with daylight clearI
The longing soul doth still uncertain sighR
Oh to behold the truth that sun divineP2
How doth my bosom pant my spirit pineP2
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This day time travails with a mighty birthT2
This day Truth stoops from heaven and visits earthT2
Ere night descends I shall more surely knowP2
What guide to follow in what path to goP2
I wait in hope I wait in solemn fearI
The oracle of God the sole true God to hearI

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