Battle Passes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDECEFFGHIH JKGKLHAHMMCGIG NNGGOO PPQQRR SSTTUU VVWWHH CGRGXYDYGGJRCR| A quaint old gabled cottage sleeps be | A |
| tween the raving hills | B |
| To right and left are livid strife but on the | C |
| deep wide sills | B |
| The purple pot flowers swell and glow and | D |
| o'er the walls and eaves | E |
| Prinked creeper steals caressing hands the | C |
| poplar drips its leaves | E |
| Within the garden hot and sweet | F |
| Fair form and woven color meet | F |
| While down the clear cool stones 'tween | G |
| banks with branch and blossom gay | H |
| A little bridged blind rivulet goes touching | I |
| out its way | H |
| - | |
| Peace lingers hidden from the knife the tear | J |
| ing blinding shell | K |
| Where falls the spattered sunlight on a lichen | G |
| covered well | K |
| No voice is here no fall of feet no smoke lifts | L |
| cool and grey | H |
| But on the granite stoop a cat blinks vaguely | A |
| at the day | H |
| From hill to hill across the vale | M |
| Storms man's terrific iron gale | M |
| The cot roof on a brooding dove recks not the | C |
| distant gun | G |
| A brown hen scolds her chickens chasing | I |
| midges in the sun | G |
| - | |
| Now down the eastward slope they come | N |
| No call of life no beat of drum | N |
| But stealthily and in the green | G |
| Low hid with rifle and machine | G |
| Spit hate and death and red blood flows | O |
| To shame the whiteness of the rose | O |
| - | |
| Crack followes crash the bestial roar | P |
| Of gastly and insensate war | P |
| Breaks on the cot A rending stoke | Q |
| The red roof springs and in the smoke | Q |
| And spume of shells the riven walls | R |
| Pile where the splintered elm tree spawls | R |
| - | |
| From westward streaming down hill | S |
| Shot ravaged thinned but urgent still | S |
| The brown fierce blooded Anzacs sweep | T |
| And Hell leaps a up The lilies weep | T |
| Strange crimson tears Tight lipped and mute | U |
| The grim gaunt soldiers stab and shoot | U |
| - | |
| It passes Frantic fleeing death | V |
| Wild eyed foam flecked and every breath | V |
| A labored agony like deer | W |
| That feel the hounds' keen teeth appear | W |
| The Prussian men and wild to slay | H |
| The hunters press upon their prey | H |
| - | |
| Cries fade and fitful shots die down The | C |
| Tumbled ruin now | G |
| Smoke faintly in the summer light and lifts | R |
| The trodden bough | G |
| A sigh stirs in the trampled green and held | X |
| And tainted red | Y |
| The rill creeps o'er a dead man's face and | D |
| steals along its bed | Y |
| One deep among the lilacs thrown | G |
| Shock all the stillness with a moan | G |
| Peace like the snowflake lights again where | J |
| utter silence lies | R |
| And softly with white finger tips she seals a | C |
| soldier eyes | R |
Edward George Dyson
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