Elegy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB ACD CDE FFF FGF HIF IFJ FJF FFF FKD KDI LIL KFK F| nd did not turn away | A |
| A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride | B |
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| On that darkest day Oh forever may | A |
| He lie lightly at last on the last crossed | C |
| Hill under the grass in love and there grow | D |
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| Young among the long flocks and never lie lost | C |
| Or still all the numberless days of his death though | D |
| Above all he longed for his mother's breast | E |
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| Which was rest and dust and in the kind ground | F |
| The darkest justice of death blind and unblessed | F |
| Let him find no rest but be fathered and found | F |
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| I prayed in the crouching room by his blind bed | F |
| In the muted house one minute before | G |
| Noon and night and light the rivers of the dead | F |
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| Veined his poor hand I held and I saw | H |
| Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea | I |
| An old tormented man three quarters blind | F |
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| I am not too proud to cry that He and he | I |
| Will never never go out of my mind | F |
| All his bones crying and poor in all but pain | J |
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| Being innocent he dreaded that he died | F |
| Hating his God but what he was was plain | J |
| An old kind man brave in his burning pride | F |
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| The sticks of the house were his his books he owned | F |
| Even as a baby he had never cried | F |
| Nor did he now save to his secret wound | F |
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| Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide | F |
| Here among the liught of the lording sky | K |
| An old man is with me where I go | D |
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| Walking in the meadows of his son's eye | K |
| On whom a world of ills came down like snow | D |
| He cried as he died fearing at last the spheres' | I |
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| Last sound the world going out without a breath | L |
| Too proud to cry too frail to check the tears | I |
| And caught between two nights blindness and death | L |
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| O deepest wound of all that he should die | K |
| On that darkest day oh he could hide | F |
| The tears out of his eyes too proud to cry | K |
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| Until I die he will not leave my side | F |
Dylan Thomas
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Anonymous: This poem online is missing part of the first stanza:
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
The rest of the poem seems to be on here.
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