Still Falls The Rain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCDC BEE FB BB BCGGH BIIJJKEK BBEL EBB BBL| A | |
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| Still falls the Rain | B |
| Dark as the world of man black as our loss | C |
| Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails | D |
| Upon the Cross | C |
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| Still falls the Rain | B |
| With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer beat | E |
| In the Potter's Field and the sound of the impious feet | E |
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| On the Tomb | F |
| Still falls the Rain | B |
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| In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain | B |
| Nurtures its greed that worm with the brow of Cain | B |
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| Still falls the Rain | B |
| At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross | C |
| Christ that each day each night nails there have mercy on us | G |
| On Dives and on Lazarus | G |
| Under the Rain the sore and the gold are as one | H |
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| Still falls the Rain | B |
| Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side | I |
| He bears in His Heart all wounds those of the light that died | I |
| The last faint spark | J |
| In the self murdered heart the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark | J |
| The wounds of the baited bear | K |
| The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat | E |
| On his helpless flesh the tears of the hunted hare | K |
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| Still falls the Rain | B |
| Then O Ile leape up to my God who pulles me doune | B |
| See see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament | E |
| It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree | L |
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| Deep to the dying to the thirsting heart | E |
| That holds the fires of the world dark smirched with pain | B |
| As Caesar's laurel crown | B |
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| Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man | B |
| Was once a child who among beasts has lain | B |
| Still do I love still shed my innocent light my Blood for thee | L |
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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