The Ghoul And The Seraph Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCDC AEAEA FAFAF G H IJAKALAK MANAOEAA G KKAJEA PAKNAQ H AAAKHEE AKNNRAKSA EAANRS G K KKKAKKNKT AHKAHTNKK UANATCNKN KVAKNKEAQ TEAKAKWNA KAA C B AA AAKK AXXA KK KKKKKK

Scene a cemetery by moonlight The Ghoul emerges from the shade of a cypress and singsA
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The SongB
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The Pestilence is on the wingC
Behold the sweet and crimson foamD
Upon the lips of churl and kingC
No worm but hath a feastful homeD
The Pestilence is on the wingC
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Even now his kiss incarnadinesA
The brows of maiden queen and whoreE
The nun to him her cheek resignsA
Wan lips were never kissed beforeE
His ancient kiss incarnadinesA
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Good cheer to thee white worm of deathF
The priest within the brothel diesA
The baud hath sickened from his breathF
In grave half dug the digger liesA
Good cheer to thee white worm of deathF
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The Seraph appears from among the trees half walking half flying with wings whose iris the moonlight has rendered faint and pauses at sight of the GhoulG
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The SeraphH
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What gardener in crudded fields of hellI
Or scullion of the Devil's house art thouJ
To whom the filth of Malebolge clingsA
And reek of horrid refuse Thou art gnurledK
And black as any Kobold from the minesA
Where demons delve for orichalch and steelL
To forge the infernal racks Upon thy faceA
Detestable and evil as might hauntK
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The last delirium of a dying hagM
Or necromancer's madness fall thy locksA
Like sodden reeds that trail in AcheronN
From shores of night and horror and thy handsA
Like roots of cypresses uptorn in stormO
That still retain their grisly provenderE
Make the glad wine and manna of the skiesA
Turn to a qualmish sickness in my veinsA
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The GhoulG
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And who art thou some white faced fool of GodK
With wings that emulate the giddy birdK
And bloodless mouth for ever filled with psalmsA
In lieu of honest victuals Askest thouJ
My name I am the ghoul NecromaIorE
In new made graves I delve for sustenanceA
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As man within his turnip fields I takeP
For table the uprooted slab that bearsA
The words 'In Pace ' black and curdled bloodK
Of cad vers is all my cupless wineN
Slow drunken as the dainty vampire drinksA
From pulses oped in never ending sleepQ
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The SeraphH
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O foulness Born as of the ninefold curseA
Of dragon mouthed Apollyon plumed with dartsA
And armed with horns of incandescent bronzeA
O dark as Satan's nightmare or the fruitK
Of Belial's rape on hell's bIack hippogriffH
What knowest thou of Paradise where growE
The gardens of the manna laden myrrhE
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And lotos never known to UlyssesA
Whose fruit provides our long and sateless banquetK
Where boundless fields unfurrowed and unsownN
Supply for God's own appanage their foisonN
Of amber hearted grain and sesameR
Sweeter than nard the Persian air compoundsA
With frankincense from isles of IndiaK
Where flame leaved forests infinitely teemS
With palms of tremulous opal from whose topsA
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Ambrosial honies fall forevermoreE
In rains of nacred light Where rise and riseA
Terrace on hyacinthine terrace hillsA
Hung with the grapes that drip cerulean wineN
One draught whereof dissolves eternityR
In bliss oblivious and supernal dreamS
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The GhoulG
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To all the meat their bellies most commendK
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To all the according wine For me I wotK
The cates whereof thou braggest were as windK
In halls where men had feasted yesterdayK
Or furbished bones the full hyena leavesA
Tiger and pig have their apportioned gluttK
Nor lacks the shark his provender the birdK
Is nourished with the worm of charnels manN
Or the grey wolf will slay and eat the birdK
Till wolf and man be carrion for the wormT
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What wouldst thou As the elfin lily doesA
Or as the Paphian myrtle pale with loveH
I draw me from the unreluctant deadK
The rightful meat my belly's law demandsA
Eaters of death are all life shall not liveH
Save that its food be death no atomyT
In any star nor heaven's remotest moonN
But hath a billion billion times been madeK
The food of insatiable life and foodK
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Of death insatiate for all is changeU
Change that hath wrought the chancre and the roseA
And wrought the star and wrought the sapphire stoneN
And lit great altars and the eyes of lionsA
Change that hath made the very gods from slimeT
Drawn from the pits of Python and willingC
Gods and their builded heavens back againN
To slime The fruits of archangelic lightK
Thou braggest of and grapes of azure wineN
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Have been the dung of dragons and the bloodK
Of toads in Phlegethon each particleV
That is their splendor clomb in separate waysA
Through suns and worlds and cycles infiniteK
Through burning brume of systems unbegunN
And manes of long haired comets that have lashedK
The night of space to Fury and to fireE
And in the core of cold and lightless starsA
And in immalleable metats deepQ
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Each atomy hath slept or known the slimeT
Of cyclopean oceans turned to airE
Before the suns of Ophiuchus roseA
And they have known the interstellar nightK
And they have lain at root of sightless flowersA
In worlds without a sun or at the heartK
Of monstrous eyed and panting flowers of fleshW
Or eon blooming amaranths of stoneN
And they have ministered within the brainsA
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Of sages and magicians and have servedK
To swell the pulse of kings and conquerorsA
And have been privy to the hearts of queensA
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The Ghoul turns his back on the Seraph and moves away singingC
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The SongB
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O condor keep thy mountain waysA
Above the long Andean landsA
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Gier eagle guard the eastern sandsA
Where the Forsaken camel straysA
Beetle and worm and I will wardK
The Iardered graves of lout and lordK
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Oh warm and bright the blood that IiesA
Upon the wounded lion's trailX
Hyena laugh and jackal wailX
And ring him round who turns and diesA
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Beetle and worm and I will wardK
The lardered graves of lout and lordK
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Arms of a wanton girl are goodK
Or hands of harp player and knightK
Breasts of the nun be sweet and whiteK
Sweet is the festive friar's bloodK
Beetle and worm and I will wardK
The lardered graves of lout and lordK

Clark Ashton Smith



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