At Last Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFFGHHHFIJI FH HHKLMLNOFOHPFP HQRQHSQS TUVWHRTRFFRFXYHYFZA2 ZHPFP XFFFHFOFB2PHP| Each race has died and lived and fought for the | A |
| true gods of that poor race | B |
| Unconsciously divinest thought of each race gild | C |
| ing its god's face | B |
| And every race that lives and dies shall make itself | D |
| some other gods | E |
| Shall build with mingled truth and lies new icons | F |
| from the world old clods | F |
| Through all the tangled creeds and dreams and | G |
| shifting shibboleths men hold | H |
| The false and true inwoven gleams a matted | H |
| mass of dross and gold | H |
| Prove then thy gods in thine own soul all others' | F |
| gods for thee are vain | I |
| Nor swerved be struggling for the goal by bribe | J |
| of joy nor threat of pain | I |
| - | |
| As skulls grow broader so do faiths as old tongues | F |
| die old gods die too | H |
| - | |
| And only ghosts of gods and wraiths may meet | H |
| the backward gazer's view | H |
| Where where the faiths of yesterday Ah | K |
| whither vanished whither gone | L |
| Say what Apollos drive to day adown the flaming | M |
| slopes of dawn | L |
| Oh does the blank past hide from view forgotten | N |
| Christs to be reborn | O |
| The future tremble where some new Messiah | F |
| Memnon sings the morn | O |
| Of all the worlds say any earth like dust wind | H |
| harried to and fro | P |
| Shall give the next Prometheus birth but say | F |
| at last you do not know | P |
| - | |
| How should I know what dawn may gleam beyond | H |
| the gates of darkness there | Q |
| Which god of all the gods men dream Why | R |
| should I whip myself to care | Q |
| Whichever over all hath place hath shaped and | H |
| made me what I am | S |
| Hath made me strong to front his face to dare | Q |
| to question though he damn | S |
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| Perhaps to cringe and cower and bring a shrine | T |
| a forced and faithless faith | U |
| Is far more futile than to fling your laughter in | V |
| the face of Death | W |
| For writhe or whirl in dervish rout they are not | H |
| flattered there on high | R |
| Or sham belief to hide a doubt no gods are mine | T |
| that love a lie | R |
| Nor gods that beg belief on earth with portents | F |
| that some seer foretells | F |
| Is life itself not wonder worth that we must cry | R |
| for miracles | F |
| Is it not strange enough we breathe Does every | X |
| thing not God reveal | Y |
| Or must we ever weave and wreathe some creed | H |
| that shall his face conceal | Y |
| Some creed of which its prophets cry it holds | F |
| the secret's all in all | Z |
| Some creed which ever bye and bye doth crumble | A2 |
| totter to its fall | Z |
| Say any dream of all the dreams that drift and | H |
| darkle glint and glow | P |
| Holds most of truth within its gleams but say | F |
| at last you do not know | P |
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| Oh say the soul from star to star with victory | X |
| wing'd leap on through space | F |
| And scale the bastioned nights that bar the secret's | F |
| inner dwelling place | F |
| Or say it ever roam dim glades where pallid | H |
| wraiths of long dead moons | F |
| Flit like blown feathers through the shades borne | O |
| on the breath of sobbing tunes | F |
| Say any tide of any time of all the tides that ebb | B2 |
| and flow | P |
| Shall buoy us on toward any clime but say at | H |
| last you do not know | P |
Don Marquis
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