After-strain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGF DHDH CICI H HJ KCKB DLDL MCMC NDND| Now with wan ray that other sun of Song | A |
| Sets in the bleakening waters of my soul | B |
| One step and lo the Cross stands gaunt and long | A |
| 'Twixt me and yet bright skies a presaged dole | B |
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| Even so O Cross thine is the victory | C |
| Thy roots are fast within our fairest fields | D |
| Brightness may emanate in Heaven from thee | C |
| Here thy dread symbol only shadow yields | D |
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| Of reap ed joys thou art the heavy sheaf | E |
| Which must be lifted though the reaper groan | F |
| Yea we may cry till Heaven's great ear be deaf | G |
| But we must bear thee and must bear alone | F |
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| Vain were a Simon of the Antipodes | D |
| Our night not borrows the superfluous day | H |
| Yet woe to him that from his burden flees | D |
| Crushed in the fall of what he cast away | H |
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| Therefore O tender Lady Queen Mary | C |
| Thou gentleness that dost enmoss and drape | I |
| The Cross's rigorous austerity | C |
| Wipe thou the blood from wounds that needs must gape | I |
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| 'Lo though suns rise and set but crosses stay | H |
| I leave thee ever ' saith she 'light of cheer ' | - |
| 'Tis so yon sky still thinks upon the Day | H |
| And showers aerial blossoms on his bier | J |
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| Yon cloud with wrinkled fire is edg ed sharp | K |
| And once more welling through the air ah me | C |
| How the sweet viol plains him to the harp | K |
| Whose pang ed sobbings throng tumultuously | B |
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| Oh this Medusa pleasure with her stings | D |
| This essence of all suffering which is joy | L |
| I am not thankless for the spell it brings | D |
| Though tears must be told down for the charmed toy | L |
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| No while soul sky and music bleed together | M |
| Let me give thanks even for those griefs in me | C |
| The restless windward stirrings of whose feather | M |
| Prove them the brood of immortality | C |
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| My soul is quitted of death neighbouring swoon | N |
| Who shall not slake her immitigable scars | D |
| Until she hear 'My sister ' from the moon | N |
| And take the kindred kisses of the stars | D |
Francis Thompson
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