The Conqueror Worm Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDBDB EFEFGFGF HAIAJAJA AAAAKAKA LMNMOPQP

Lo 'tis a gala nightA
Within the lonesome latter yearsB
An angel throng bewinged bedightA
In veils and drowned in tearsC
Sit in a theatre to seeD
A play of hopes and fearsB
While the orchestra breathes fitfullyD
The music of the spheresB
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Mimes in the form of God on highE
Mutter and mumble lowF
And hither and thither flyE
Mere puppets they who come and goF
At bidding of vast formless thingsG
That shift the scenery to and froF
Flapping from out their Condor wingsG
Invisible WoF
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That motley drama oh be sureH
It shall not be forgotA
With its Phantom chased for evermoreI
By a crowd that seize it notA
Through a circle that ever returneth inJ
To the self same spotA
And much of Madness and more of SinJ
And Horror the soul of the plotA
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But see amid the mimic routA
A crawling shape intrudeA
A blood red thing that writhes from outA
The scenic solitudeA
It writhes it writhes with mortal pangsK
The mimes become its foodA
And the angels sob at vermin fangsK
In human gore imbuedA
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Out out are the lights out allL
And over each quivering formM
The curtain a funeral pallN
Comes down with the rush of a stormM
And the angels all pallid and wanO
Uprising unveiling affirmP
That the play is the tragedy ManQ
And its hero the Conqueror WormP

Edgar Allan Poe



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