Johannes Ronge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ AAAAKKGGLLMMNNKKOOAK AAAKAAPPAAKKAAKKAAAA KKQQRRKK

Silesian shepherd blesed beA
The sequel of that historyA
That I have read with heart elateB
Entwining it with my own fateB
So dear to me the visions seemC
That thou oh child unknown didst dreamC
In earliest days on mountain wildD
How dreadful spirits sternly smiledD
And prophecied thy future daysE
And pointed out untrodden waysE
And gave thee weapons strong goodF
As the wierd lady of the WoodF
To young St George Must I compareG
With those dove winged guardians fairG
Who to the little English maidH
In crowded streets brief visits paidH
For in the year that gave me birthI
Didst thou appear upon this earthI
And we have wandered far wideJ
Seeking for truth on every sideJ
Sweet dreadful spirits strengthed theeA
Into a noble destinyA
Sweet smiling angels sang to meA
Strains full of love and mysteryA
Yet know I not what I should doK
In worship of the good trueK
Oh gentle shepherd dost thou wearG
Meek flowers on thy waving hairG
And dost thou pipe a simple songL
And love thy flock the whole day longL
Or stately shepherd comest thouM
With flaming signs around thy browM
And God's commandment in thy handN
And dost thou read understandN
Deliverer for the good trueK
Within one day what shall we doK
How shall we build the mystic shrineO
What symbols shall be thine mineO
Tell modern priest what robes should beA
Emblems of richest chartyK
What consecrations may there beA
What hope what faith what mysteryA
And wilt thou walk thy people thro'A
And sprinkle us with heavenly dewK
And shall we from the sacred doorA
Go forth search the parish o'erA
And mark what evil there is doneP
And give some remedy each oneP
A cup of water if no moreA
As thou hast purified beforeA
With graceful step action blandK
Shall we with schemes of duty plannedK
By wisest hearts walk daily thro'A
With serious step devout trueA
Our spirits may in deepest restK
Sleep softly on the Savior's breastK
Permit it not dear Lord that weA
Should ever fall from loving theeA
Countless I trust the spirits beA
Who rest upon thee lovinglyA
The holy Mary beauteous lightK
Who gazes on her face arightK
I think the world has yet to turnQ
Their looks toward her eyes learnQ
There may they read of things unknownR
And make rare wonders all their ownR
Canst thou within that house of goldK
Oh shepherd thy poor lambkins foldK

Dante Gabriel Rossetti



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