John Brown Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLAMNOPFQR SLTUVWDXXYLZMA2B2C2L D2E2 F2G2H2LI2J2K2FDL2UXL M2N2O2P2Q2LVR2S2WT2L U2V2W2X2H2DY2IZ2A3OC 2LDOH2Q2W2 M2MDB3L2LO2AC3C3GLD3 KDM2E3HF3G3H3I3F2FI3 HHLTEQJ3K3I3L3LI3RHI DJ3HH2LM3OHI3I3FDJ3H HHVAXI3N3I3W2NHO3I3H MI3P3HQ3II3I3 HW2I3R3I3I3WVW2XHS3P DRWI3H2N3W2I3 I3I3LI3I3LI3HI3IHS3I 3DT2I3WL2I3I3| Though for your sake I would not have you now | A |
| So near to me tonight as now you are | B |
| God knows how much a stranger to my heart | C |
| Was any cold word that I may have written | D |
| And you poor woman that I made my wife | E |
| You have had more of loneliness I fear | F |
| Than I though I have been the most alone | G |
| Even when the most attended So it was | H |
| God set the mark of his inscrutable | I |
| Necessity on one that was to grope | J |
| And serve and suffer and withal be glad | K |
| For what was his and is and is to be | L |
| When his old bones that are a burden now | A |
| Are saying what the man who carried them | M |
| Had not the power to say Bones in a grave | N |
| Cover them as they will with choking earth | O |
| May shout the truth to men who put them there | P |
| More than all orators And so my dear | F |
| Since you have cheated wisdom for the sake | Q |
| Of sorrow let your sorrow be for you | R |
| This last of nights before the last of days | S |
| The lying ghost of what there is of me | L |
| That is the most alive There is no death | T |
| For me in what they do Their death it is | U |
| They should heed most when the sun comes again | V |
| To make them solemn There are some I know | W |
| Whose eyes will hardly see their occupation | D |
| For tears in them and all for one old man | X |
| For some of them will pity this old man | X |
| Who took upon himself the work of God | Y |
| Because he pitied millions That will be | L |
| For them I fancy their compassionate | Z |
| Best way of saying what is best in them | M |
| To say for they can say no more than that | A2 |
| And they can do no more than what the dawn | B2 |
| Of one more day shall give them light enough | C2 |
| To do But there are many days to be | L |
| And there are many men to give their blood | D2 |
| As I gave mine for them May they come soon | E2 |
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| May they come soon I say And when they come | F2 |
| May all that I have said unheard be heard | G2 |
| Proving at last or maybe not no matter | H2 |
| What sort of madness was the part of me | L |
| That made me strike whether I found the mark | I2 |
| Or missed it Meanwhile I've a strange content | J2 |
| A patience and a vast indifference | K2 |
| To what men say of me and what men fear | F |
| To say There was a work to be begun | D |
| And when the Voice that I have heard so long | L2 |
| Announced as in a thousand silences | U |
| An end of preparation I began | X |
| The coming work of death which is to be | L |
| That life may be There is no other way | M2 |
| Than the old way of war for a new land | N2 |
| That will not know itself and is tonight | O2 |
| A stranger to itself and to the world | P2 |
| A more prodigious upstart among states | Q2 |
| Than I was among men and so shall be | L |
| Till they are told and told and told again | V |
| For men are children waiting to be told | R2 |
| And most of them are children all their lives | S2 |
| The good God in his wisdom had them so | W |
| That now and then a madman or a seer | T2 |
| May shake them out of their complacency | L |
| And shame them into deeds The major file | U2 |
| See only what their fathers may have seen | V2 |
| Or may have said they saw when they saw nothing | W2 |
| I do not say it matters what they saw | X2 |
| Now and again to some lone soul or other | H2 |
| God speaks and there is hanging to be done | D |
| As once there was a burning of our bodies | Y2 |
| Alive albeit our souls were sorry fuel | I |
| But now the fires are few and we are poised | Z2 |
| Accordingly for the state's benefit | A3 |
| A few still minutes between heaven and earth | O |
| The purpose is when they have seen enough | C2 |
| Of what it is that they are not to see | L |
| To pluck me as an unripe fruit of treason | D |
| And then to fling me back to the same earth | O |
| Of which they are as I suppose the flower | H2 |
| Not given to know the riper fruit that waits | Q2 |
| For a more comprehensive harvesting | W2 |
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| Yes may they come and soon Again I say | M2 |
| May they come soon before too many of them | M |
| Shall be the bloody cost of our defection | D |
| When hell waits on the dawn of a new state | B3 |
| Better it were that hell should not wait long | L2 |
| Or so it is I see it who should see | L |
| As far or farther into time tonight | O2 |
| Than they who talk and tremble for me now | A |
| Or wish me to those everlasting fires | C3 |
| That are for me no fear Too many fires | C3 |
| Have sought me out and seared me to the bone | G |
| Thereby for all I know to temper me | L |
| For what was mine to do If I did ill | D3 |
| What I did well let men say I was mad | K |
| Or let my name for ever be a question | D |
| That will not sleep in history What men say | M2 |
| I was will cool no cannon dull no sword | E3 |
| Invalidate no truth Meanwhile I was | H |
| And the long train is lighted that shall burn | F3 |
| Though floods of wrath may drench it and hot feet | G3 |
| May stamp it for a slight time into smoke | H3 |
| That shall blaze up again with growing speed | I3 |
| Until at last a fiery crash will come | F2 |
| To cleanse and shake a wounded hemisphere | F |
| And heal it of a long malignity | I3 |
| That angry time discredits and disowns | H |
| Tonight there are men saying many things | H |
| And some who see life in the last of me | L |
| Will answer first the coming call to death | T |
| For death is what is coming and then life | E |
| I do not say again for the dull sake | Q |
| Of speech what you have heard me say before | J3 |
| But rather for the sake of all I am | K3 |
| And all God made of me A man to die | I3 |
| As I do must have done some other work | L3 |
| Than man's alone I was not after glory | L |
| But there was glory with me like a friend | I3 |
| Throughout those crippling years when friends were few | R |
| And fearful to be known by their own names | H |
| When mine was vilified for their approval | I |
| Yet friends they are and they did what was given | D |
| Their will to do they could have done no more | J3 |
| I was the one man mad enough it seems | H |
| To do my work and now my work is over | H2 |
| And you my dear are not to mourn for me | L |
| Or for your sons more than a soul should mourn | M3 |
| In Paradise done with evil and with earth | O |
| There is not much of earth in what remains | H |
| For you and what there may be left of it | I3 |
| For your endurance you shall have at last | I3 |
| In peace without the twinge of any fear | F |
| For my condition for I shall be done | D |
| With plans and actions that have heretofore | J3 |
| Made your days long and your nights ominous | H |
| With darkness and the many distances | H |
| That were between us When the silence comes | H |
| I shall in faith be nearer to you then | V |
| Than I am now in fact What you see now | A |
| Is only the outside of an old man | X |
| Older than years have made him Let him die | I3 |
| And let him be a thing for little grief | N3 |
| There was a time for service and he served | I3 |
| And there is no more time for anything | W2 |
| But a short gratefulness to those who gave | N |
| Their scared allegiance to an enterprise | H |
| That has the name of treason which will serve | O3 |
| As well as any other for the present | I3 |
| There are some deeds of men that have no names | H |
| And mine may like as not be one of them | M |
| I am not looking far for names tonight | I3 |
| The King of Glory was without a name | P3 |
| Until men gave him one yet there He was | H |
| Before we found Him and affronted Him | Q3 |
| With numerous ingenuities of evil | I |
| Of which one with His aid is to be swept | I3 |
| And washed out of the world with fire and blood | I3 |
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| Once I believed it might have come to pass | H |
| With a small cost of blood but I was dreaming | W2 |
| Dreaming that I believed The Voice I heard | I3 |
| When I left you behind me in the north | R3 |
| To wait there and to wonder and grow old | I3 |
| Of loneliness told only what was best | I3 |
| And with a saving vagueness I should know | W |
| Till I knew more And had I known even then | V |
| After grim years of search and suffering | W2 |
| So many of them to end as they began | X |
| After my sickening doubts and estimations | H |
| Of plans abandoned and of new plans vain | S3 |
| After a weary delving everywhere | P |
| For men with every virtue but the Vision | D |
| Could I have known I say before I left you | R |
| That summer morning all there was to know | W |
| Even unto the last consuming word | I3 |
| That would have blasted every mortal answer | H2 |
| As lightning would annihilate a leaf | N3 |
| I might have trembled on that summer morning | W2 |
| I might have wavered and I might have failed | I3 |
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| And there are many among men today | I3 |
| To say of me that I had best have wavered | I3 |
| So has it been so shall it always be | L |
| For those of us who give ourselves to die | I3 |
| Before we are so parcelled and approved | I3 |
| As to be slaughtered by authority | L |
| We do not make so much of what they say | I3 |
| As they of what our folly says of us | H |
| They give us hardly time enough for that | I3 |
| And thereby we gain much by losing little | I |
| Few are alive to day with less to lose | H |
| Than I who tell you this or more to gain | S3 |
| And whether I speak as one to be destroyed | I3 |
| For no good end outside his own destruction | D |
| Time shall have more to say than men shall hear | T2 |
| Between now and the coming of that harvest | I3 |
| Which is to come Before it comes I go | W |
| By the short road that mystery makes long | L2 |
| For man's endurance of accomplishment | I3 |
| I shall have more to say when I am dead | I3 |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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