Nothing But Stones Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD AEAEFGFG CHCHCDCD CICIGJGJ AKAKCLCB| I think I never passed so sad an hour | A |
| Dear friend as that one at the church to night | B |
| The edifice from basement to the tower | A |
| Was one resplendent blaze of coloured light | B |
| Up through broad aisles the stylish crowd was thronging | C |
| Each richly robed like some king's bidden guest | D |
| Here will I bring my sorrow and my longing | C |
| I said and here find rest | D |
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| I heard the heavenly organ's voice of thunder | A |
| It seemed to give me infinite relief | E |
| I wept Strange eyes looked on in well bred wonder | A |
| I dried my tears their gaze profaned my grief | E |
| Wrapt in the costly furs and silks and laces | F |
| Beat alien hearts that had no part with me | G |
| I could not read in all those proud cold faces | F |
| One thought of sympathy | G |
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| I watched them bowing and devoutly kneeling | C |
| Heard their responses like sweet waters roll | H |
| But only the glorious organ's sacred pealing | C |
| Seemed gushing from a full and fervent soul | H |
| I listened to the man of holy calling | C |
| He spoke of creeds and hailed his own as best | D |
| Of man's corruption and of Adam's falling | C |
| But naught that gave me rest | D |
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| Nothing that helped me bear the daily grinding | C |
| Of soul with body heart with heated brain | I |
| Nothing to show the purpose of this blinding | C |
| And sometimes overwhelming sense of pain | I |
| And then dear friend I thought of thee so lowly | G |
| So unassuming and so gently kind | J |
| And lo a peace a calm serene and holy | G |
| Settled upon my mind | J |
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| Ah friend my friend one true heart fond and tender | A |
| That understands our troubles and our needs | K |
| Brings us more near to God than all the splendour | A |
| And pomp of seeming worship and vain creeds | K |
| One glance of thy dear eyes so full of feeling | C |
| Doth bring me closer to the Infinite | L |
| Than all that throng of worldly people kneeling | C |
| In blaze of gorgeous light | B |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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