After Sixty Years Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACDEC FBFBFGHIJ KLKLKMNOM PQPQPRSSR TUTVTJWWJ XYXYXXBBX XBXHXJZA2J B2XB2XB2B2C2C2B2 B2B2B2B2B2D2B2B2D2 E2LE2LE2F2B2B2G2 B2B2B2B2B2B2XXB2 XXXXXD2BBD2 XLXLXH2I2I2H2 XJ2XJ2XB2B2B2B2 B2B2B2B2B2XXXX XB2XB2XXXXX K2L2K2M2K2B2MMB2 N2C2N2C2N2O2B2B2M XP2XP2XL2O2O2M2 B2B2B2B2B2B2B2B2| RING bells flags fly and let the great crowd roar | A |
| Its ecstasy Let the hid heart in prayer | B |
| Lift up your name God bless you evermore | A |
| Lady who have the noblest crown to wear | B |
| That ever woman wore | A |
| A jewel in the front of time shall blaze | C |
| This day of all your days commemorate | D |
| With Time's white bays your brows are laureate | E |
| And England's love shall garland all your days | C |
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| When England's crown to Love's acclaim was laid | F |
| On the soft brightness of a maiden's hair | B |
| Amid delight Love trembled half afraid | F |
| To give that little head such weight to bear | B |
| Bind on so slight a maid | F |
| A kingdom's purple bid her hands hold high | G |
| The sceptre and the heavy orb of power | H |
| To give to youth and beauty for a dower | I |
| Care and a crown sorrow and sovereignty | J |
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| But from our hearts sprang an intenser flame | K |
| When loyal Love met tender Love half way | L |
| And in love's script wrote on the scroll of fame | K |
| Entwined with all the splendour of that day | L |
| The letters of her name | K |
| Then as fair roses grow 'mid leaves of green | M |
| Love amid loyalty grew strong and close | N |
| To hedge a pleasaunce round our Royal rose | O |
| Our sovereign maiden flower our child our Queen | M |
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| The trumpets spake in sonorous triumph shout | P |
| Their speech found echo in the hundred guns | Q |
| From countless towers the answering bells rang out | P |
| And England's heart spoke clamorous through her sons | Q |
| The exulting land throughout | P |
| Down streets ablaze with light the flags unfurled | R |
| Along dark lonely hills the joy fires crept | S |
| And eager swords within their scabbards leapt | S |
| To guard our Lady and Queen against the world | R |
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| Those swords are rusted now Good men and true | T |
| Dust in the dust are laid who held her dear | U |
| But from their grave the bright flower springs anew | T |
| Which for her festival we bring her here | V |
| The long years' meed and due | T |
| The bud of homage grafted on chivalry | J |
| God took the souls that shrined the jewel of love | W |
| But made their sons inheritors thereof | W |
| In endless gold entail of loyalty | J |
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| Time compensating life the fruit bestowed | X |
| When in spent perfume passed the flower of youth | Y |
| Her feet were set upon the upward road | X |
| Her face was turned towards the star of truth | Y |
| That in her soul abode | X |
| With youth the maid's bright brow was garlanded | X |
| But richer crowns adorn the dear white hair | B |
| The gathered love of all the years lies there | B |
| In coronal benediction on her head | X |
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| She is of our blood for hath not she too met | X |
| The angels of delight and of despair | B |
| Does not she too remember and forget | X |
| How bitter or how bright the lost days were | H |
| Her eyes have tears made wet | X |
| She has seen joy unveil d even as we | J |
| Has laid upon cold clay the heart warm kiss | Z |
| She has known Sorrow for the king he is | A2 |
| She has held little children on her knee | J |
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| Mother dear Mother these your children rise | B2 |
| And call you bless d and shall we not too | X |
| Who are your children in the greater wise | B2 |
| And love you for our land and her for you | X |
| The blessing sanctifies | B2 |
| Your children as they breathe it at your knees | B2 |
| And bringing little gifts from very far | C2 |
| Where the great nurseries of your Empire are | C2 |
| Your children's blessings throng from over seas | B2 |
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| On Love's spread wings and over leagues of space | B2 |
| Homage is borne from far off sun steeped lands | B2 |
| From many a domed mysterious Eastern place | B2 |
| Where Secresy holds Time between her hands | B2 |
| The children of your race | B2 |
| Reach English hands towards your English throne | D2 |
| And from the far South turn blue English eyes | B2 |
| That never saw the blue of English skies | B2 |
| Yet call you Mother and your land their own | D2 |
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| Where 'mid great trees the mighty waters flow | E2 |
| In arrogant submission to your sway | L |
| In fur of price your northern hunters go | E2 |
| And shafts of ardent greeting fly your way | L |
| Across the splendid snow | E2 |
| And isles that with their coral safe and small | F2 |
| Rock in the cradle of the tropic seas | B2 |
| In soft strange speech join in the litanies | B2 |
| That pride and prayer breathe at your festival | G2 |
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| All round the world on every far off sea | B2 |
| In wind ploughed oceans and in sun kissed bays | B2 |
| By every busy wharf and chattering quay | B2 |
| Some cantle of your Empire sails or stays | B2 |
| Flaunts your supremacy | B2 |
| Against the winds of all the world and flies | B2 |
| Your flag triumphant between blue and blue | X |
| Blazons to sun and star the name of you | X |
| And spreads your glory between seas and skies | B2 |
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| There is no cottage garden sunny sweet | X |
| There is no pasture where our shepherds tend | X |
| Their quiet flocks no red roofed village street | X |
| But holds for you the love wish of a friend | X |
| Blent with high homage meet | X |
| No little farm among the cornfields lone | D2 |
| No little cot upon the uplands bare | B |
| But hears to day in blessing and in prayer | B |
| One name Victoria and that name your own | D2 |
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| From the vast cities where the giant's might | X |
| Pauseless resistless moves by night and day | L |
| From hidden mines where day is one with night | X |
| From weary lives whose days and nights are grey | L |
| And empty of delight | X |
| From lives that rhyme to sunshine and the spring | H2 |
| From happiness at flood and hope at ebb | I2 |
| Rose the magnificent and mingled web | I2 |
| That floats your banner at your thanksgiving | H2 |
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| Throned on the surety of a splendid past | X |
| With present glory clothed as with the sun | J2 |
| Crowned with the future's hopes you know at last | X |
| What treasure from the years your life has won | J2 |
| Behold your hands hold fast | X |
| The moon of Empire and its sway controls | B2 |
| The tides of war and peace while in those hands | B2 |
| Lies tender homage out of all the lands | B2 |
| Against whose feet your furthest ocean rolls | B2 |
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| How seems your life looked back at through the years | B2 |
| Much love much sorrow dead desires lost dreams | B2 |
| A great life lived out greatly hidden tears | B2 |
| And smiles for daily wear strong plans and schemes | B2 |
| And mighty hopes and fears | B2 |
| War in the South and murder in the East | X |
| And England's heart throbs echoed by your heart | X |
| When loss and labour and sorrow were her part | X |
| Or when Fate bade her to some flower crowned feast | X |
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| Red battle fields whereon your soldiers died | X |
| Green pastoral fields saved by the blood of these | B2 |
| Duty that bade mere sorrow stand aside | X |
| And love transforming anguish into ease | B2 |
| Long longing satisfied | X |
| Great secrets wrenched from Nature's grudging breast | X |
| The fruit of knowledge plucked for all to eat | X |
| These have you known Life's circle is complete | X |
| And knowing these you know what is Life's best | X |
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| The dear small secrets of our common life | K2 |
| The English woods and hills the English home | L2 |
| The common joys and griefs of Mother and wife | K2 |
| Joy coming going griefs that go and come | M2 |
| Soul's peace amid world's strife | K2 |
| Hours when the Queen's cares leave the woman free | B2 |
| Dear friendships where the friend forgets the Queen | M |
| And stoops to wear a dearer homelier mien | M |
| And be more loved than mere Queens rise to be | B2 |
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| And in your hour of triumph when you shine | N2 |
| The centre of our triumph's blazing star | C2 |
| And gazing down your long life's lustrous line | N2 |
| Behold how great your life long glories are | C2 |
| Yet in your heart's veiled shrine | N2 |
| No splendour of all splendours that have been | O2 |
| Will brim your eyes with tremulous thanksgivings | B2 |
| But little memories of little things | B2 |
| The treasures of the woman not the Queen | M |
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| Yet Queen because the love of you hath wound | X |
| A golden girdle all about the earth | P2 |
| Because your name is as a trumpet sound | X |
| To call toward you men of English birth | P2 |
| From the world's outmost bound | X |
| Because old kinsmen long estranged from home | L2 |
| Come with old foes to greet you friend and kin | O2 |
| With kindly eyes behold your guests come in | O2 |
| See from afar the long procession come | M2 |
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| No Emperor in Rome's Imperial days | B2 |
| Knew ever such a triumph day as this | B2 |
| Though captive kings bore chains along his ways | B2 |
| Though tribute from the furthest isles was his | B2 |
| With pageant and with praise | B2 |
| For you free kings and free republics grace | B2 |
| Your triumph and across the conquered waves | B2 |
| Come gifts from friends not tributes wrung from slaves | B2 |
| And praise kneels clothed in love before y | - |
Edith Nesbit
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