The Night Before Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Look in my face first search every line there | B |
Mark every feature chin lip and forehead | C |
Look in my eyes and tell me the lesson | A |
You read there measure my nose and tell me | D |
Where I am wanting A man's nose Dominie | A |
Is often the cast of his inward spirit | E |
So mark mine well But why do you smile so | F |
Pity or what Is it written all over | G |
This face of mine with a brute's confession | A |
Nothing but sin there nothing but hell scars | H |
Or is it because there is something better | G |
A glimmer of good maybe or a shadow | F |
Of something that's followed me down from childhood | I |
Followed me all these years and kept me | D |
Spite of my slips and sins and follies | J |
Spite of my last red sin my murder | G |
Just out of hell Yes something of that kind | K |
And you smile for that You're a good man Dominie | A |
The one good man in the world who knows me | D |
My one good friend in a world that mocks me | D |
Here in this hard stone cage But I leave it | L |
To morrow To morrow My God am I crying | M |
Are these things tears Tears What am I frightened | N |
I who swore I should go to the scaffold | O |
With big strong steps and No more I thank you | P |
But no I am all right now No listen | A |
I am here to be hanged to be hanged to morrow | F |
At six o'clock when the sun is rising | M |
And why am I here Not a soul can tell you | P |
But this poor shivering thing before you | P |
This fluttering wreck of the man God made him | Q |
For God knows what wild reason Hear me | D |
And learn from my lips the truth of my story | D |
There's nothing strange in what I shall tell you | P |
Nothing mysterious nothing unearthly | D |
But damnably human and you shall hear it | L |
Not one of those little black lawyers had guessed it | L |
The judge with his big bald head never knew it | L |
And the jury God rest their poor souls never dreamed it | L |
Once there were three in the world who could tell it | L |
Now there are two There'll be two to morrow | F |
You my friend and But there's the story | D |
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When I was a boy the world was heaven | A |
I never knew then that the men and the women | A |
Who petted and called me a brave big fellow | F |
Were ever less happy than I but wisdom | R |
Which comes with the years you know soon showed me | D |
The secret of all my glittering childhood | I |
The broken key to the fairies' castle | S |
That held my life in the fresh glad season | A |
When I was the king of the earth Then slowly | D |
And yet so swiftly there came the knowledge | T |
That the marvellous life I had lived was my life | U |
That the glorious world I had loved was my world | V |
And that every man and every woman | A |
And every child was a different being | M |
Wrought with a different heat and fired | W |
With passions born of a single spirit | E |
That the pleasure I felt was not their pleasure | G |
Nor my sorrow a kind of nameless pity | D |
For something I knew not what their sorrow | F |
And thus was I taught my first hard lesson | A |
The lesson we suffer the most in learning | M |
That a happy man is a man forgetful | S |
Of all the torturing ills around him | Q |
When or where I first met the woman | A |
I cherished and made my wife no matter | G |
Enough to say that I found her and kept her | G |
Here in my heart with as pure a devotion | A |
As ever Christ felt for his brothers Forgive me | D |
For naming His name in your patient presence | X |
But I feel my words and the truth I utter | G |
Is God's own truth I loved that woman | A |
Not for her face but for something fairer | G |
Something diviner I thought than beauty | D |
I loved the spirit the human something | M |
That seemed to chime with my own condition | A |
And make soul music when we were together | G |
And we were never apart from the moment | Y |
My eyes flashed into her eyes the message | T |
That swept itself in a quivering answer | G |
Back through my strange lost being My pulses | Z |
Leapt with an aching speed and the measure | G |
Of this great world grew small and smaller | G |
Till it seemed the sky and the land and the ocean | A |
Closed at last in a mist all golden | A |
Around us two And we stood for a season | A |
Like gods outflung from chaos dreaming | M |
That we were the king and the queen of the fire | G |
That reddened the clouds of love that held us | A2 |
Blind to the new world soon to be ours | B2 |
Ours to seize and sway The passion | A |
Of that great love was a nameless passion | A |
Bright as the blaze of the sun at noonday | Y |
Wild as the flames of hell but mark you | P |
Never a whit less pure for its fervor | G |
The baseness in me for I was human | A |
Burned like a worm and perished and nothing | M |
Was left me then but a soul that mingled | Y |
Itself with hers and swayed and shuddered | Y |
In fearful triumph When I consider | G |
That helpless love and the cursed folly | D |
That wrecked my life for the sake of a woman | A |
Who broke with a laugh the chains of her marriage | C2 |
Whatever the word may mean I wonder | G |
If all the woe was her sin or whether | G |
The chains themselves were enough to lead her | G |
In love's despite to break them Sinners | B2 |
And saints I say are rocked in the cradle | S |
But never are known till the will within them | D2 |
Speaks in its own good time So I foster | G |
Even to night for the woman who wronged me | D |
Nothing of hate nor of love but a feeling | M |
Of still regret for the man But hear me | D |
And judge for yourself | E2 |
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For a time the seasons | F2 |
Changed and passed in a sweet succession | A |
That seemed to me like an endless music | G2 |
Life was a rolling psalm and the choirs | H2 |
Of God were glad for our love I fancied | Y |
All this and more than I dare to tell you | P |
To night yes more than I dare to remember | G |
And then well the music stopped There are moments | I2 |
In all men's lives when it stops I fancy | D |
Or seems to stop till it comes to cheer them | D2 |
Again with a larger sound The curtain | A |
Of life just then is lifted a little | S |
To give to their sight new joys new sorrows | J2 |
Or nothing at all sometimes I was watching | M |
The slow sweet scenes of a golden picture | G |
Flushed and alive with a long delusion | A |
That made the murmur of home when I shuddered | Y |
And felt like a knife that awful silence | X |
That comes when the music goes forever | G |
The truth came over my life like a darkness | A2 |
Over a forest where one man wanders | B2 |
Worse than alone For a time I staggered | Y |
And stumbled on with a weak persistence | X |
After the phantom of hope that darted | Y |
And dodged like a frightened thing before me | D |
To quit me at last and vanish Nothing | M |
Was left me then but the curse of living | M |
And bearing through all my days the fever | G |
And thirst of a poisoned love Were I stronger | G |
Or weaker perhaps my scorn had saved me | D |
Given me strength to crush my sorrow | F |
With hate for her and the world that praised her | G |
To have left her then and there to have conquered | Y |
That old false life with a new and a wiser | G |
Such things are easy in words You listen | A |
And frown I suppose that I never mention | A |
That beautiful word forgive I forgave her | G |
First of all and I praised kind Heaven | A |
That I was a brave clean man to do it | Y |
And then I tried to forget Forgiveness | A2 |
What does it mean when the one forgiven | A |
Shivers and weeps and clings and kisses | K2 |
The credulous fool that holds her and tells him | Q |
A thousand things of a good man's mercy | D |
And then slips off with a laugh and plunges | Z |
Back to the sin she has quit for a season | A |
To tell him that hell and the world are better | G |
For her than a prophet's heaven Believe me | D |
The love that dies ere its flames are wasted | Y |
In search of an alien soul is better | G |
Better by far than the lonely passion | A |
That burns back into the heart that feeds it | Y |
For I loved her still and the more she mocked me | D |
Fooled with her endless pleading promise | A2 |
Of future faith the more I believed her | G |
The penitent thing she seemed and the stronger | G |
Her choking arms and her small hot kisses | K2 |
Bound me and burned my brain to pity | D |
The more she grew to the heavenly creature | G |
That brightened the life I had lost forever | G |
The truth was gone somehow for the moment | Y |
The curtain fell for a time and I fancied | Y |
We were again like gods together | G |
Loving again with the old glad rapture | G |
But scenes like these too often repeated | Y |
Failed at last and her guile was wasted | Y |
I made an end of her shrewd caresses | Z |
And told her a few straight words She took them | D2 |
Full at their worth and the farce was over | G |
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At first my dreams of the past upheld me | D |
But they were a short support the present | Y |
Pushed them away and I fell The mission | A |
Of life whatever it was was blasted | Y |
My game was lost And I met the winner | G |
Of that foul deal as a sick slave gathers | B2 |
His painful strength at the sight of his master | G |
And when he was past I cursed him fearful | S |
Of that strange chance which makes us mighty | D |
Or mean or both I cursed him and hated | Y |
The stones he pressed with his heel I followed | Y |
His easy march with a backward envy | D |
And cursed myself for the beast within me | D |
But pride is the master of love and the vision | A |
Of those old days grew faint and fainter | G |
The counterfeit wife my mercy sheltered | Y |
Was nothing now but a woman a woman | A |
Out of my way and out of my nature | G |
My battle with blinded love was over | G |
My battle with aching pride beginning | M |
If I was the loser at first I wonder | G |
If I am the winner now I doubt it | Y |
My life is a losing game and to morrow | F |
To morrow Christ did I say to morrow | F |
Is your brandy good for death There listen | A |
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When love goes out and a man is driven | A |
To shun mankind for the scars that make him | Q |
A joke for all chattering tongues he carries | J |
A double burden The woes I suffered | Y |
After that hard betrayal made me | D |
Pity at first all breathing creatures | B2 |
On this bewildered earth I studied | Y |
Their faces and made for myself the story | D |
Of all their scattered lives Like brothers | B2 |
And sisters they seemed to me then and I nourished | Y |
A stranger friendship wrought in my fancy | D |
Between those people and me But somehow | L2 |
As time went on there came queer glances | Z |
Out of their eyes and the shame that stung me | D |
Harassed my pride with a crazed impression | A |
That every face in the surging city | D |
Was turned to me and I saw sly whispers | B2 |
Now and then as I walked and wearied | Y |
My wasted life twice over in bearing | M |
With all my sorrow the sorrows of others | B2 |
Till I found myself their fool Then I trembled | Y |
A poor scared thing and their prying faces | K2 |
Told me the ghastly truth they were laughing | M |
At me and my fate My God I could feel it | Y |
That laughter And then the children caught it | Y |
And I like a struck dog crept and listened | Y |
And then when I met the man who had weakened | Y |
A woman's love to his own desire | G |
It seemed to me that all hell were laughing | M |
In fiendish concert I was their victim | R |
And his and hate's And there was the struggle | S |
As long as the earth we tread holds something | M |
A tortured heart can love the meaning | M |
Of life is not wholly blurred but after | G |
The last loved thing in the world has left us | A2 |
We know the triumph of hate The glory | D |
Of good goes out forever the beacon | A |
Of sin is the light that leads us downward | Y |
Down to the fiery end The road runs | F2 |
Right through hell and the souls that follow | F |
The cursed ways where its windings lead them | D2 |
Suffer enough I say to merit | Y |
All grace that a God can give The fashion | A |
Of our belief is to lift all beings | M2 |
Born for a life that knows no struggle | S |
In sin's tight snares to eternal glory | D |
All apart from the branded millions | F2 |
Who carry through life their faces graven | A |
With sure brute scars that tell the story | D |
Of their foul fated passions Science | X |
Has yet no salve to smooth or soften | A |
The cradle scars of a tyrant's visage | T |
No drug to purge from the vital essence | X |
Of souls the sleeping venom Virtue | P |
May flower in hell when its roots are twisted | Y |
And wound with the roots of vice but the stronger | G |
Never is known till there comes that battle | S |
With sin to prove the victor Perilous | A2 |
Things are these demons we call our passions | F2 |
Slaves are we of their roving fancies | J |
Fools of their devilish glee You think me | D |
I know in this maundering way designing | M |
To lighten the load of my guilt and cast it | Y |
Half on the shoulders of God But hear me | D |
I'm partly a man for all my weakness | A2 |
If weakness it were to stand and murder | G |
Before men's eyes the man who had murdered | Y |
Me and driven my burning forehead | Y |
With horns for the world to laugh at Trust me | D |
And try to believe my words but a portion | A |
Of what God's purpose made me The coward | Y |
Within me cries for this and I beg you | P |
Now as I come to the end to remember | G |
That women and men are on earth to travel | S |
All on a different road Hereafter | G |
The roads may meet I trust in something | M |
I know not what | Y |
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Well this was the way of it | Y |
Stung with the shame and the secret fury | D |
That comes to the man who has thrown his pittance | X |
Of self at a traitor's feet I wandered | Y |
Weeks and weeks in a baffled frenzy | D |
Till at last the devil spoke I heard him | Q |
And laughed at the love that strove to touch me | D |
The dead lost love and I gripped the demon | A |
Close to my breast and held him praising | M |
The fates and the furies that gave me the courage | T |
To follow his wild command Forgetful | S |
Of all to come when the work was over | G |
There came to me then no stony vision | A |
Of these three hundred days I cherished | Y |
An awful joy in my brain I pondered | Y |
And weighed the thing in my mind and gloried | Y |
In life to think that I was to conquer | G |
Death at his own dark door and chuckled | Y |
To think of it done so cleanly One evening | M |
I knew that my time had come I shuddered | Y |
A little but rather for doubt than terror | G |
And followed him led by the nameless devil | S |
I worshipped and called my brother The city | Y |
Shone like a dream that night the windows | J2 |
Flashed with a piercing flame and the pavements | I2 |
Pulsed and swayed with a warmth or something | M |
That seemed so then to my feet and thrilled me | Y |
With a quick dizzy joy and the women | A |
And men like marvellous things of magic | G2 |
Floated and laughed and sang by my shoulder | G |
Sent with a wizard motion Through it | Y |
And over and under it all there sounded | Y |
A murmur of life like bees and I listened | Y |
And laughed again to think of the flower | G |
That grew blood red for me This fellow | F |
Was one of the popular sort who flourish | N2 |
Unruffled where gods would fall For a conscience | X |
He carried a snug deceit that made him | Q |
The man of the time and the place whatever | G |
The time or the place might be Were he sounding | M |
With a genial craft that cloaked its purpose | A2 |
Nigh to itself the depth of a woman | A |
Fooled with his brainless art or sending | M |
The midnight home with songs and bottles | O2 |
The cad was there and his ease forever | G |
Shone with the smooth and slippery polish | N2 |
That tells the snake That night he drifted | Y |
Into an up town haunt and ordered | Y |
Whatever it was with a soft assurance | X |
That made me mad as I stood behind him | Q |
Gripping his death and waited Coward | Y |
I think is the name the world has given | A |
To men like me but I'll swear I never | G |
Thought of my own disgrace when I shot him | Q |
Yes in the back I know it I know it | Y |
Now but what if I do As I watched him | Q |
Lying there dead in the scattered sawdust | Y |
Wet with a day's blown froth I noted | Y |
That things were still that the walnut tables | O2 |
Where men but a moment before were sitting | M |
Were gone that a screen of something around me | Y |
Shut them out of my sight But the gilded | Y |
Signs of a hundred beers and whiskeys | J |
Flashed from the walls above and the mirrors | B2 |
And glasses behind the bar were lighted | Y |
In some strange way and into my spirit | Y |
A thousand shafts of terrible fire | G |
Burned like death and I fell The story | Y |
Of what came then you know | F |
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But tell me | Y |
What does the whole thing mean What are we | Y |
Slaves of an awful ignorance puppets | P2 |
Pulled by a fiend or gods without knowing it | Y |
Do we shut from ourselves our own salvation | A |
Or what do we do I tell you Dominie | A |
There are times in the lives of us poor devils | O2 |
When heaven and hell get mixed Though conscience | X |
May come like a whisper of Christ to warn us | A2 |
Away from our sins it is lost or laughed at | Y |
And then we fall And for all who have fallen | A |
Even for him I hold no malice | A2 |
Nor much compassion a mightier mercy | Y |
Than mine must shrive him And I I am going | M |
Into the light or into the darkness | A2 |
Why do I sit through these sickening hours | B2 |
And hope Good God are they hours hours | B2 |
Yes I am done with days And to morrow | F |
We two may meet To morrow To morrow | F |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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