The God-maker, Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACD DBDDAAEACEA FGGFFG FFFFFFFHHF FFFFFI FI IFFEEJFJFFFFF KLKHHH EEMNMN OFCFPHPHCQJQ FORO JJJSTRT| Nevermore | A |
| Shall the shepherds of Arcady follow | B |
| Pan's moods as he lolls by the shore | A |
| Of the mere or lies hid in the hollow | B |
| Nevermore | A |
| Shall they start at the sound of his reed fashioned | C |
| flute | D |
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| Fallen mute | D |
| Are the strings of Apollo | B |
| His lyre and his lute | D |
| And the lips of the Memnons are mute | D |
| Evermore | A |
| And the gods of the North are they dead or | A |
| forgetful | E |
| Our Odin and Baldur and Thor | A |
| Are they drunk or grown weary of worship and | C |
| fretful | E |
| Our Odin and Baldur and Thor | A |
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| And into what night have the Orient dieties | F |
| strayed | G |
| Swart gods of the Nile in dusk splendors arrayed | G |
| Brooding Isis and somber Osiris | F |
| You were gone ere the fragile papyrus | F |
| That bragged you eternal decayed | G |
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| The avatars | F |
| But illumine their limited evens | F |
| And vanish like plunging stars | F |
| They are fixed in the whirling heavens | F |
| No firmer than falling stars | F |
| Brief lords of the changing soul they pass | F |
| Like a breath from the face of a glass | F |
| Or a blossom of summer blown shallop like over | H |
| The clover | H |
| And tossed tides of grass | F |
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| Sink to silence the psalms and the paeans | F |
| The shibboleths shift and the faiths | F |
| And the temples that challenged the aeons | F |
| Are tenanted only by wraiths | F |
| Swoon to silence the cymbals and psalters | F |
| The worships grow senseless and strange | I |
| - | |
| And the mockers ask Where be thy altars | F |
| Crying Nothing is changeless but Change | I |
| - | |
| Yes nothing seems changeless but Change | I |
| And yet through the creed wrecking years | F |
| One story for ever appears | F |
| The tale of a City Supernal | E |
| The whisper of Something eternal | E |
| A passion a hope and a vision | J |
| That peoples the silence with Powers | F |
| A fable of meadows Elysian | J |
| Where Time enters not with his Hours | F |
| Manifold are the tale's variations | F |
| Race and clime ever tinting the dreams | F |
| Yet its essence through endless mutations | F |
| Immutable gleams | F |
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| Deathless though godheads be dying | K |
| Surviving the creeds that expire | L |
| Illogical reason defying | K |
| Lives that passionate primal desire | H |
| Insistent persistent forever | H |
| Man cries to the silences Never | H |
| - | |
| Shall Death reign the lord of the soul | E |
| Shall the dust be the ultimate goal | E |
| I will storm the black bastions of Night | M |
| I will tread where my vision has trod | N |
| I will set in the darkness a light | M |
| In the vastness a god | N |
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| As the forehead of Man grows broader so do | O |
| his creeds | F |
| And his gods they are shaped in his image and | C |
| mirror his needs | F |
| And he clothes them with thunders and beauty | P |
| he clothes them with music and fire | H |
| Seeing not as he bows by their altars that he | P |
| worships his own desire | H |
| And mixed with his trust there is terror and | C |
| mixed with his madness is ruth | Q |
| And every man grovels in error yet every man | J |
| glimpses a truth | Q |
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| For all of the creeds are false and all of the creeds | F |
| are true | O |
| And low at the shrines where my brothers bow | R |
| there will I bow too | O |
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| For no form of a god and no fashion | J |
| Man has made in his desperate passion | J |
| But is worthy some worship of mine | J |
| Not too hot with a gross belief | S |
| Nor yet too cold with pride | T |
| I will bow me down where my brothers bow | R |
| Humble but open eyed | T |
Don Marquis
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