Marvel Of Marvels Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAAAAAA AA

Marvel of marvels if I myself shall beholdA
With mine own eyes my King in His city of goldA
Where the least of lambs is spotless white in the foldA
Where the least and last of saints in spotless white is stoledA
Where the dimmest head beyond a moon is aureoledA
O saints my belov egrave d now mouldering to mould in the mouldA
Shall I see you lift your heads see your cerements unroll'dA
See with these very eyes who now in darkness and coldA
Tremble for the midnight cry the rapture the tale untoldA
The Bridegroom cometh cometh His Bride to enfoldA
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Cold it is my belov egrave d since your funeral bell was toll'dA
Cold it is O my King how cold alone on the woldA

Christina Rossetti



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