The Dirge Of The Winds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEE FFGGHHIIJJKKC BBIILLMMAA N OOIIP QQCCRRJ SSKKOOT CCUUFFEThe four winds of earth the North South East and West | A |
Shrieked and groaned sobbed and wailed like the soul of unrest | A |
I stood in the dusk of the twilight alone | B |
And heard them go by with a terrible moan | B |
'What is it O winds that is grieving you so | C |
Come tell me your sorrow and tell me your woe ' | D |
'What is it ' I questioned They shuddered and said | E |
'We mourn for the dead Oh we mourn for the dead | E |
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'For the dishonored dead that the wine cup has slain | F |
For the wrecks that are lying on hill and on plain | F |
For the beautiful faces so young and so fair | G |
That are lying down under the green grasses there | G |
For the masterful minds and beautiful souls | H |
That were shattered and drowned and debased in the bowls | H |
For the graves that are scattered broadcast o'er the land | I |
The graves that were dug by King Alcohol's hand | I |
For the scenes that we saw as we came on our way | J |
The sights and the sounds that degraded the day | J |
East and West North and South the tale is the same | K |
A tale of debasement and sorrow and shame | K |
And this is our sorrow and this is our woe | C |
It is this it is this that is grieving us so ' | - |
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Three winds hushed their voices The East wind alone | B |
Told her tale in a moaning and sorrowful tone | B |
'I came yesterday from the great Eastern land | I |
Where the mountains are high and the cities are grand | I |
But the devil walks there night and day in the streets | L |
And he offers red wine to each soul that he greets | L |
They drink and the record of crimes and of sins | M |
And the record of shame and of sorrow begins | M |
I sped from the sin burdened East to the West | A |
But I find not of balm for my agonized breast | A |
Wine blackens the West as it blackens the East ' | - |
And the voice of the wind sobbed and wailed as it ceased | N |
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'I come from the West ' another voice cried | O |
'Where the rivers are broad and the prairies are wide | O |
There is vigor and strength in that beautiful land | I |
But the devil walks there with a bowl in his hand | I |
And the strongest grow weak and the mightiest fall | P |
In the damnable reign of this King Alcohol ' | - |
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He ceased and another came mournfully forth | Q |
And spake 'I came from the land of the North | Q |
Where the streamlets are ice and the hillocks are snow | C |
And little of passions in mortal veins flow | C |
But the devil walks there in that land day and night | R |
And he covers his face with a mask that is white | R |
And he smiles as he pours out the wine for his prey | J |
Nor counts up the legions he kills every day ' | - |
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The voice of the South wind spoke now in a sigh | S |
'And I too can tell of the thousands that die | S |
By the hand of this king in my soft southern clime | K |
Where the sweet waters flow in a musical chime | K |
The devil walks there by King Alcohol's side | O |
And he pours out the wine till it flows in a tide | O |
It rushes along with a gurgling sound | T |
And thousands are caught in the current and drowned ' | - |
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Again the four winds cried aloud in their woe | C |
'It is this it is this that is grieving us so | C |
We see the mad legions go down to the grave | U |
Unable to warn them unable to save | U |
We shriek and we groan we shudder in pain | F |
For the souls that are lost for the youths that are slain | F |
And the river flows onward the river wine red | E |
And we mourn for the dead oh we mourn for the dead ' | - |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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