The Young Lieutenant Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFGHHII JJKKLLMN OOPPQQRR SSRTUUII VVWWXXPPThe young lieutenant's face was grey | A |
As came the day | A |
The watchers saw it lifting white | B |
And ghostlike from the pool of night | B |
His eyes were wide and strangely lit | C |
Each thought in that unhallowed pit | C |
I too may seem like one who dies | D |
With wide set eyes | D |
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He stood so still we thought it death | E |
For through the breath | E |
Of reeking shell we came and fire | F |
To hell unlit of blood and mire | G |
Tianced in a chill delirium | H |
We wondered though our lips were dumb | H |
What precious thing his fingers pressed | I |
Against his breast | I |
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His left hand clutched so lovingly | J |
What none might see | J |
All bloodless were his lips beneath | K |
The straight white rigid clip of teeth | K |
His eyes turned to the distance dim | L |
Our sleepless eyes were all on him | L |
He stirred we aped a phantom cheer | M |
The hour was here | N |
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The young lieutenant blew his call | O |
God keep us all | O |
He whispered softly Out he led | P |
And over the vale of twisted dead | P |
Close holding that dear thing he went | Q |
On through the storm we followed bent | Q |
To pelt of iron and the rain | R |
Of flame and pain | R |
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His wan face like a lodestar glowed | S |
Down that black road | S |
And deep among the torn and slain | R |
We drove and twenty times again | T |
He squared us to the charging hordes | U |
His word was like a hundred swords | U |
And still a hand the treasure pressed | I |
Against his breast | I |
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Our gain we held Up flamed the sun | V |
The ridge is won | V |
He calmly said and with a sigh | W |
Thank God a man is free to die | W |
He smiled at this and so he passed | X |
His secret prize we knew at last | X |
For through his hand the jewel's red | P |
Fierce lustre bled | P |
Edward George Dyson
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