The End Of The Search Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGH FIJI KLML NOFO AFHF APAP AAQA RSKS ASTS UVFV WSFS XYZY A2ASA B2FC2F D2SSS AZAZ KE2AE2 SF2SF2 G2SH2S B2I2J2I2 ASAS FK2AK2 SL2M2L2 AB2N2B2 O2AFA P2FFF P2SVS WQ2AQ2 QFO2F FR2S2R2 KFK2F K2K2AK2 K2AK2A K2P2AP2 B2FT2S K2SU2S U2SAS FFSF U2S2K2S2

There's the dragon banner says Old King ColeA
And the tiger banner he criesB
Pantagruel breaks into a laughC
As the monarch dries his eyes The SearchD
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The tiger banyer that is what you call muchE
Bad men in China Amelica The dragon banyerF
That is storm leprosy no rice what you callG
Nature See Nature King JoyH
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Said Old King Cole I know the bannerF
Of dragon and tiger tooI
But I would know the vagrant fellowsJ
Who came to my castle with youI
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And I would know why they rise in the morningK
And never take bread or scripL
And why they hasten over the mountainM
In a sorrowed fellowshipL
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Then said Pantagruel Heard you notN
One said he goes to SpainO
One said he goes to ElsinoreF
And one to the Trojan plainO
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Faith if it be said Old King ColeA
There is a word that's moreF
Who is it goes to Spain and TroyH
And who to ElsinoreF
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One may be Quixote said PantagruelA
Out for the final joustP
One may be Hamlet said PantagruelA
And one I think is FaustP
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Whoever they be said PantagruelA
Why stand at the window and droolA
Let's out and catch the runawaysQ
While the morning hour is coolA
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Pantagruel runs to the castle courtR
And King Cole follows soonS
The cobblestones of the court yard ringK
To the beat of their flying shoonS
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Pantagruel clutches the holy bottleA
And King Cole clutches his crownS
They throw the bolt of the castle gateT
And race them through the townS
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They cross the river and follow the roadU
They run by the willow treesV
And the tiger banner and dragon bannerF
Wait for the morning breezeV
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They clamber the wall and part the bramblesW
And tear through thicket and thornS
And a wild dove in an olive treeF
Does mourn and mourn and mournS
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A green snake starts in the tangled grassX
And springs his length at their feetY
And a condor circles the purple skyZ
Looking for carrion meatY
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And mad black flies are over their headsA2
And a wolf looks out of his holeA
Great drops of sweat break out and runS
From the brow of Old King ColeA
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Said Old King Cole A drink my friendB2
From the holy bottle I prayF
My breath is short my feet run bloodC2
My throat is baked as clayF
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Anon they reach a mountain topD2
And a mile below in the plainS
Are the glitter of guns and a million menS
Led by an idiot brainS
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They come to a field of slush and flawA
Red with a blood red dyeZ
And a million faces fungus paleA
Stare horribly at the skyZ
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They come to a cross where a rotting thingK
Is slipping down from the nailsE2
And a raven perched on the eyeless skullA
Opens his beak and railsE2
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If thou be the Son of man come downS
Save us and thyself saveF2
Pantagruel flings a rock at the ravenS
How now blaspheming knaveF2
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Come down and of my bottle drinkG2
And cease this scurvy runeS
But the raven flapped its wings and laughedH2
Loud as the water loonS
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Said Old King Cole A drink my friendB2
I faint a drink in hasteI2
But when he drinks he pales and muttersJ2
The wine has lost its tasteI2
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You have gone mad said PantagruelA
In faith 'tis the same old wineS
Pantagruel drinks at the holy bottleA
But the flavor is like sea brineS
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And there on a rock is a cypress treeF
And a form with a muffled faceK2
I know you Death said PantagruelA
But I ask of you no graceK2
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Empty my bottle sour my wineS
Bend me you shall not breakL2
Oh well said Death one woe at a timeM2
Before I come and takeL2
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You have lost everything in life but the bottleA
Youth and woman and friendB2
Pass on and laugh for a little space yetN2
The laugh that has an endB2
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Pantagruel passes and looks around himO2
Brave and merry of soulA
But there on the ground lies a dead bodyF
The body of Old King ColeA
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And a Voice said Take the body upP2
And carry the body for meF
Until you come to a silent waterF
By the sands of a silent seaF
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Pantagruel takes the body upP2
And the dead fat bends him downS
He climbs the mountains runs the valleysV
With body bottle and crownS
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And the wastes are strewn with skullsW
And the desert is hot and cursedQ2
And a phantom shape of the holy bottleA
Mocks his burning thirstQ2
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Pantagruel wanders seven daysQ
And seven nights wanders heF
And on the seventh night he rests himO2
By the sands of the silent seaF
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And sees a new made fire on the shoreF
And on the fire is a dishR2
And by the fire two travelers sleepS2
And two are broiling fishR2
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Don Quixote and Hamlet are sleepingK
And Faust is stirring the fireF
But the fourth is a stranger with a faceK2
Starred with a great desireF
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Pantagruel hungers Pantagruel thirstsK2
Pantagruel falls to his kneesK2
He flings down the body of Old King ColeA
As a man throws off diseaseK2
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And rolls his burden away and criesK2
Take and watch if you willA
But as for me I go to FranceK2
My bottle to refillA
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And as for me I go to FranceK2
To fill this bottle upP2
He felt at his side for the holy bottleA
And found it turned a cupP2
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And the stranger said Behold our friendB2
Has brought my cup to meF
That is the cup whereof I drankT2
In the garden GethsemaneS
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Pantagruel hands the cup to JesusK2
Who dips it in sea brineS
This is the water says Jesus of NazarethU2
Whereof I make your wineS
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And Faust takes the cup from Jesus of NazarethU2
And his lips wear a purple stainS
And Faust hands the cup to PantagruelA
With the dregs for him to drainS
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Pantagruel drinks and falls into slumberF
And Jesus strokes his hairF
And Faust sings a song of EuphorionS
To hide his heart's despairF
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And Faust takes the hand of Jesus of NazarethU2
And they walk by the purple deepS2
Says Jesus of Nazareth Some are watchersK2
And some grow tired and sleepS2

Edgar Lee Masters



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