On Being Human Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIH AJIJ KLDLMNKN OPOPQOOO MOQOMOOO| Angelic minds they say by simple intelligence | A |
| Behold the Forms of nature They discern | B |
| Unerringly the Archtypes all the verities | C |
| Which mortals lack or indirectly learn | B |
| Transparent in primordial truth unvarying | D |
| Pure Earthness and right Stonehood from their clear | E |
| High eminence are seen unveiled the seminal | F |
| Huge Principles appear | E |
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| The Tree ness of the tree they know the meaning of | G |
| Arboreal life how from earth's salty lap | H |
| The solar beam uplifts it all the holiness | I |
| Enacted by leaves' fall and rising sap | H |
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| But never an angel knows the knife edged severance | A |
| Of sun from shadow where the trees begin | J |
| The blessed cool at every pore caressing us | I |
| An angel has no skin | J |
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| They see the Form of Air but mortals breathing it | K |
| Drink the whole summer down into the breast | L |
| The lavish pinks the field new mown the ravishing | D |
| Sea smells the wood fire smoke that whispers Rest | L |
| The tremor on the rippled pool of memory | M |
| That from each smell in widening circles goes | N |
| The pleasure and the pang can angels measure it | K |
| An angel has no nose | N |
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| The nourishing of life and how it flourishes | O |
| On death and why they utterly know but not | P |
| The hill born earthy spring the dark cold bilberries | O |
| The ripe peach from the southern wall still hot | P |
| Full bellied tankards foamy topped the delicate | Q |
| Half lyric lamb a new loaf's billowy curves | O |
| Nor porridge nor the tingling taste of oranges | O |
| An angel has no nerves | O |
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| Far richer they I know the senses' witchery | M |
| Guards us like air from heavens too big to see | O |
| Imminent death to man that barb'd sublimity | Q |
| And dazzling edge of beauty unsheathed would be | O |
| Yet here within this tiny charmed interior | M |
| This parlour of the brain their Maker shares | O |
| With living men some secrets in a privacy | O |
| Forever ours not theirs | O |
Clive Staples Lewis
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