Looking Death In The Face Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOCPLQN RS TU VNCWUXYCNNZNA2B2ONC2 D2NE2NNNPF2MG2CH2I2J 2K2L2MNE2NM2NNNCTYND 2N2NNO2P2NNI2Q2R2CI2 NNNCS2N SNT2XCISU2N| AY in thy face old fellow Now's the time | A |
| The Black Sea wind flaps my tent roof nor wakes | B |
| These lads of mine who take of sleep their fill | C |
| As if they thought they'd never sleep again | D |
| Instead of | E |
| Pitiless Crimean blast | F |
| How many a howling lullaby thou'lt raise | G |
| To morrow night all nights till the world's end | H |
| Over some sleepers here | I |
| Some who Dumb Fate | J |
| Whispers in no man's ear his coming doom | K |
| Each thinks 'not I not I ' | L |
| But thou grim Death | M |
| I hear thee on the night wind flying abroad | N |
| I feel thee here squatted at our tent door | O |
| Invisible and incommunicable | C |
| Pointing | P |
| 'Hurrah ' | L |
| Why yell so in your sleep | Q |
| Comrade Did you see aught | N |
| Well let him dream | R |
| Who knows to morrow such a shout as this | S |
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| He'll die with A brave lad and very like | T |
| His sister | U |
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| So just two hours have I lain | V |
| Freezing That pale white star which came and peered | N |
| Through the tent opening has passed on to smile | C |
| Elsewhere or lost herself i' the dark God knows | W |
| Two hours nearer to dawn The very hour | U |
| The very hour and day a year ago | X |
| When we light hearted and light footed fools | Y |
| Went jingling idle swords in waltz and reel | C |
| And smiling in fair faces How they'd start | N |
| Those dainty red ad white soft faces kind | N |
| If they could but behold my visage now | Z |
| Or his or his o some poor faces cold | N |
| We covered up with earth last noon | A2 |
| There sits | B2 |
| The laidly Thing I felt on our tent door | O |
| Two hours back It has sat and never stirred | N |
| I cannot challenge it or shoot it down | C2 |
| Or grapple with it as with that young Russ | D2 |
| Whom I killed yesterday What eyes he had | N |
| Great limpid eyes and curling dark red hair | E2 |
| A woman's picture hidden in his breast | N |
| I never liked this fighting hand to hand | N |
| No it will not be met like flesh and blood | N |
| This shapeless voiceless immaterial Thing | P |
| Yet I will meet it Here I sit alone | F2 |
| Show me thy face O Death | M |
| There there I think | G2 |
| I did not tremble | C |
| I am a young man | H2 |
| Have done full many an ill deed left undone | I2 |
| Many a good one lived unto the flesh | J2 |
| Not to the spirit I would rather live | K2 |
| A few years more and try if things might change | L2 |
| Yet yet I hope I do not tremble Death | M |
| And that thy finger pointed at my heart | N |
| But calms the tumult there | E2 |
| What small account | N |
| The All living seems to take of this thin flame | M2 |
| Which we call life He sends a moment's blast | N |
| Out of war's nostrils and a myriad | N |
| Of these our puny tapers are blown out | N |
| Forever Yet we shrink not we such frail | C |
| Poor knaves whom a spent ball can instant strike | T |
| Into eternity we helpless fools | Y |
| Whom a serf's clumsy hand and clumsier sword | N |
| Smiting shall sudden into nothingness | D2 |
| Let out that something rare which could conceive | N2 |
| A universe and its God | N |
| Free open eyed | N |
| We rush like bridegrooms to Death's grisly arms | O2 |
| Surely the very longing for that clasp | P2 |
| Proves us immortal Immortality | N |
| Alone could teach this mortal how to die | N |
| Perhaps war is but Heaven's great ploughshare driven | I2 |
| Over the barren fallow earthly fields | Q2 |
| Preparing them for harvest rooting up | R2 |
| Grass weeds and flowers which necessary fall | C |
| That in these furrows the wise Husbandman | I2 |
| May drop celestial seed | N |
| So let us die | N |
| Yield up our little lives as the flowers do | N |
| Believing He'll not lose one single soul | C |
| One germ of His immortal Naught of His | S2 |
| Or Him can perish therefore let us die | N |
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| I half remember something like to this | S |
| She says in her dear letters So let us die | N |
| What dawn The faint hum in the trenches fails | T2 |
| Is that a bell i' the mist My faith they go | X |
| Early to matins in Sebastopol | C |
| A gun Lads stand to your arms the Russ is here | I |
| Agnes | S |
| Kind Heaven I have looked Death in the face | U2 |
| Help me to die | N |
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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