Assumpta Maria Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABA CDCDADADEFFF FGFGHGHGFFFF ADADIDIDFFFF FJFJDJDJKLLL DDDDFDFDFFFF DDD LDL FMFM LNL LNL LLLL OOOOPOPOFLFL LQLQRQR FFFF POPOFOFOFFFF PLPLPLPLFPFP LOLOLOLODJDJ JLLLL| Mortals that behold a Woman | A |
| Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun | A |
| Who am I the heavens assume an | B |
| All am I and I am one | A |
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| Multitudinous ascend I | C |
| Dreadful as a battle arrayed | D |
| For I bear you whither tend I | C |
| Ye are I be undismayed | D |
| I the Ark that for the graven | A |
| Tables of the Law was made | D |
| Man's own heart was one one Heaven | A |
| Both within my womb were laid | D |
| For there Anteros with Eros | E |
| Heaven with man conjoin ed was | F |
| Twin stone of the Law Ischyros | F |
| Agios Athanatos | F |
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| I the flesh girt Paradises | F |
| Gardenered by the Adam new | G |
| Daintied o'er with sweet devices | F |
| Which He loveth for He grew | G |
| I the boundless strict savannah | H |
| Which God's leaping feet go through | G |
| I the heaven whence the Manna | H |
| Weary Israel slid on you | G |
| He the Anteros and Eros | F |
| I the body He the Cross | F |
| He upbeareth me Ischyros | F |
| Agios Athanatos | F |
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| I am Daniel's mystic Mountain | A |
| Whence the mighty stone was rolled | D |
| I am the four Rivers' fountain | A |
| Watering Paradise of old | D |
| Cloud down raining the Just One am | I |
| Danae of the Shower of Gold | D |
| I the Hostel of the Sun am | I |
| He the Lamb and I the Fold | D |
| He the Anteros and Eros | F |
| I the body He the Cross | F |
| He is fast to me Ischyros | F |
| Agios Athanatos | F |
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| I the presence hall where Angels | F |
| Do enwheel their plac ed King | J |
| Even my thoughts which without change else | F |
| Cyclic burn and cyclic sing | J |
| To the hollow of Heaven transplanted | D |
| I a breathing Eden spring | J |
| Where with venom all outpanted | D |
| Lies the slimed Curse shrivelling | J |
| For the brazen Serpent clear on | K |
| That old fang ed knowledge shone | L |
| I to Wisdom rise Ischyron | L |
| Agion Athanaton | L |
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| See in highest heaven pavilioned | D |
| Now the maiden Heaven rest | D |
| The many breasted sky out millioned | D |
| By the splendours of her vest | D |
| Lo the Ark this holy tide is | F |
| The un handmade Temple's guest | D |
| And the dark Egyptian bride is | F |
| Whitely to the Spouse Heart prest | D |
| He the Anteros and Eros | F |
| Nail me to Thee sweetest Cross | F |
| He is fast to me Ischyros | F |
| Agios Athanatos | F |
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| 'Tell me tell me O Belov ed | D |
| Where Thou dost in mid day feed | D |
| For my wanderings are reprov ed | D |
| And my heart is salt with need ' | - |
| 'Thine own self not spellest God in | L |
| Nor the lisping papyrus reed | D |
| Follow where the flocks have trodden | L |
| Follow where the shepherds lead ' | - |
| He the Anteros and Eros | F |
| Mounts me in AEgyptic car | M |
| Twin yoked leading me Ischyros | F |
| Trembling to the untempted Far | M |
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| 'Make me chainlets silvern golden | L |
| I that sow shall surely reap | N |
| While as yet my Spouse is holden | L |
| Like a Lion in mountained sleep ' | - |
| 'Make her chainlets silvern golden | L |
| She hath sown and she shall reap | N |
| Look up to the mountains olden | L |
| Whence help comes with lioned leap ' | - |
| By what gushed the bitter Spear on | L |
| Pain which sundered maketh one | L |
| Crucified to Him Ischyron | L |
| Agion Athanaton | L |
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| Then commanded and spake to me | O |
| He who framed all things that be | O |
| And my Maker entered through me | O |
| In my tent His rest took He | O |
| Lo He standeth Spouse and Brother | P |
| I to Him and He to me | O |
| Who upraised me where my mother | P |
| Fell beneath the apple tree | O |
| Risen 'twixt Anteros and Eros | F |
| Blood and Water Moon and Sun | L |
| He upbears me He Ischyros | F |
| I bear Him the Athanaton | L |
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| Where is laid the Lord arisen | L |
| In the light we walk in gloom | Q |
| Though the sun has burst his prison | L |
| We know not his biding room | Q |
| Tell us where the Lord sojourneth | R |
| For we find an empty tomb | Q |
| 'Whence He sprung there He returneth | R |
| Mystic Sun the Virgin's Womb ' | - |
| Hidden Sun His beams so near us | F |
| Cloud enpillared as He was | F |
| From of old there He Ischyros | F |
| Waits our search Athanatos | F |
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| Who will give Him me for brother | P |
| Counted of my family | O |
| Sucking the sweet breasts of my Mother | P |
| I His flesh and mine is He | O |
| To my Bread myself the bread is | F |
| And my Wine doth drink me see | O |
| His left hand beneath my head is | F |
| His right hand embraceth me | O |
| Sweetest Anteros and Eros | F |
| Lo her arms He leans across | F |
| Dead that we die not stooped to rear us | F |
| Thanatos Athanatos | F |
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| Who is She in candid vesture | P |
| Rushing up from out the brine | L |
| Treading with resilient gesture | P |
| Air and with that Cup divine | L |
| She in us and we in her are | P |
| Beating Godward all that pine | L |
| Lo a wonder and a terror | P |
| The Sun hath blushed the Sea to Wine | L |
| He the Anteros and Eros | F |
| She the Bride and Spirit for | P |
| Now the days of promise near us | F |
| And the Sea shall be no more | P |
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| Open wide thy gates O Virgin | L |
| That the King may enter thee | O |
| At all gates the clangours gurge in | L |
| God's paludament lightens see | O |
| Camp of Angels Well we even | L |
| Of this thing may doubtful be | O |
| If thou art assumed to Heaven | L |
| Or is Heaven assumed to thee | O |
| Consummatum Christ the promised | D |
| Thy maiden realm is won O Strong | J |
| Since to such sweet Kingdom comest | D |
| Remember me poor Thief of Song | J |
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| Cadent fails the stars along | J |
| Mortals that behold a woman | L |
| Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun | L |
| Who am I the heavens assume an | L |
| All am I and I am one | L |
Francis Thompson
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