The Vigil Of The Feast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDBDEDEDEDFDFGF GHGHIHIJJJKJLJKJDJDM DMNMNE NEOEPQRQSQSDSDJDJDJD GDGTGT EUEVEVDVDWDWXWXFXFMF MDMDG DGDGDDDDYDYJYJZJZDZD MDMFM FA2FA2DA2DB2DB2C2B2C 2FC2FFFFDFDD2DD2Inner 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 Blessed 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 Rossetti
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