A Martyr. The Vigil Of The Feast Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Inner not outer without gnash of teeth	A
Or weeping save quiet sobs of some who pray	B
And feel the Everlasting Arms beneath	A
Blackness of darkness this but not for aye	C
Darkness that even in gathering fleeteth fast	D
Blackness of blackest darkness close to day	B
Lord Jesus through Thy darkened pillar cast	D
Thy gracious eyes all seeing cast on me	E
Until this tyranny be overpast	D
Me Lord remember who remember Thee	E
And cleave to Thee and see Thee without sight	D
And choose Thee still in dire extremity	E
And in this darkness worship Thee my Light	D
And Thee my Life adore in shadow of death	F
Thee loved by day and still beloved by night	D
It is the Voice of my Beloved that saith	F
I am the Way the Truth the Life I go	G
Whither that soul knows well that followeth	F
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O Lord I follow little as I know	G
At this eleventh hour I rise and take	H
My life into my hand and follow so	G
With tears and heart misgivings and heart ache	H
Thy feeblest follower yet Thy follower	I
Indomitable for Thine only sake	H
To night I gird my will afresh and stir	I
My strength and brace my heart to do and dare	J
Marvelling Will to morrow wake the whirr	J
Of the great rending wheel or from his lair	J
Startle the jubilant lion in his rage	K
Or clench the headsman's hand within my hair	J
Or kindle fire to speed my pilgrimage	L
Chariot of fire and horses of sheer fire	J
Whirling me home to heaven by one fierce stage	K
Thy Will I will I Thy desire desire	J
Let not the waters close above my head	D
Uphold me that I sink not in this mire	J
For flesh and blood are frail and sore afraid	D
And young I am unsatisfied and young	M
With memories hopes with cravings all unfed	D
My song half sung its sweetest notes unsung	M
All plans cut short all possibilities	N
Because my cord of life is soon unstrung	M
Was I a careless woman set at ease	N
That this so bitter cup is brimmed for me	E
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Had mine own vintage settled on the lees	N
A word a puff of smoke would set me free	E
A word a puff of smoke over and gone	O
Howbeit whom have I Lord in heaven but Thee	E
Yea only Thee my choice is fixed upon	P
In heaven or earth eternity or time	Q
Lord hold me fast Lord leave me not alone	R
Thy silly heartless dove that sees the lime	Q
Yet almost flutters to the tempting bough	S
Cover me hide me pluck me from this crime	Q
A word a puff of smoke would save me now	S
But who my God would save me in the day	D
Of Thy fierce anger only Saviour Thou	S
Preoccupy my heart and turn away	D
And cover up mine eyes from frantic fear	J
And stop mine ears lest I be driven astray	D
For one stands ever dinning in mine ear	J
How my gray Father withers in the blight	D
Of love for me who cruel am and dear	J
And how my Mother through this lingering night	D
Until the day sits tearless in her woe	G
Loathing for love of me the happy light	D
Which brings to pass a concourse and a show	G
To glut the hungry faces merciless	T
The thousand faces swaying to and fro	G
Feasting on me unveiled in helplessness	T
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Alone yet not alone Lord stand by me	E
As once by lonely Paul in his distress	U
As blossoms to the sun I turn to Thee	E
Thy dove turns to her window think no scorn	V
As one dove to an ark on shoreless sea	E
To Thee I turn mine eyes my heart forlorn	V
Put forth Thy scarred right Hand kind Lord take hold	D
Of me Thine all forsaken dove who mourn	V
For Thou hast loved me since the days of old	D
And I love Thee Whom loving I will love	W
Through life's short fever fits of heat and cold	D
Thy Name will I extol and sing thereof	W
Will flee for refuge to Thy Bless d Name	X
Lord look upon me from thy bliss above	W
Look down on me who shrink from all the shame	X
And pangs and desolation of my death	F
Wrenched piecemeal or devoured or set on flame	X
While all the world around me holds its breath	F
With eyes glued on me for a gazing stock	M
Pitiless eyes while no man pitieth	F
The floods are risen I stagger in their shock	M
My heart reels and is faint I fail I faint	D
My God set Thou me up upon the rock	M
Thou Who didst long ago Thyself acquaint	D
With death our death Thou Who didst long ago	G
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Pour forth Thy soul for sinner and for saint	D
Bear me in mind whom no one else will know	G
Thou Whom Thy friends forsook take Thou my part	D
Of all forsaken in mine overthrow	G
Carry me in Thy bosom in Thy heart	D
Carry me out of darkness into light	D
To morrow make me see Thee as Thou art	D
Lover and friend Thou hidest from my sight	D
Alas alas mine earthly love alas	Y
For whom I thought to don the garments white	D
And white wreath of a bride this rugged pass	Y
Hath utterly divorced me from thy care	J
Yea I am to thee as a shattered glass	Y
Worthless with no more beauty lodging there	J
Abhorred lest I involve thee in my doom	Z
For sweet are sunshine and this upper air	J
And life and youth are sweet and give us room	Z
For all most sweetest sweetnesses we taste	D
Dear what hast thou in common with a tomb	Z
I bow my head in silence I make haste	D
Alone I make haste out into the dark	M
My life and youth and hope all run to waste	D
Is this my body cold and stiff and stark	M
Ashes made ashes earth becoming earth	F
Is this a prize for man to make his mark	M
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Am I that very I who laughed in mirth	F
A while ago a little little while	A2
Yet all the while a dying since my birth	F
Now am I tired too tired to strive or smile	A2
I sit alone my mouth is in the dust	D
Look Thou upon me Lord for I am vile	A2
In Thee is all my hope is all my trust	D
On Thee I centre all my self that dies	B2
And self that dies not with its mortal crust	D
But sleeps and wakes and in the end will rise	B2
With hymns and hallelujahs on its lips	C2
Thee loving with the love that satisfies	B2
As once in Thine unutterable eclipse	C2
The sun and moon grew dark for sympathy	F
And earth cowered quaking underneath the drips	C2
Of Thy slow Blood priceless exceedingly	F
So now a little spare me and show forth	F
Some pity O my God some pity of me	F
If trouble comes not from the south or north	F
But meted to us by Thy tender hand	D
Let me not in Thine eyes be nothing worth	F
Behold me where in agony I stand	D
Behold me no man caring for my soul	D2
And take me to Thee in the far off land	D
Shorten the race and lift me to the goal	D2

Christina Georgina Rossetti

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