The Ballad Of God-makers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DBDB DEFE AGHG BIB BBJ BBB HBBB BKLK BMNM O PQ B QB RSTS UIQI

A bird flew out at the break of dayA
From the nest where it had curledB
And ere the eve the bird had setC
Fear on the kings of the worldB
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The first tree it lit uponD
Was green with leaves unshedB
The second tree it lit uponD
Was red with apples redB
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The third tree it lit uponD
Was barren and was brownE
Save for a dead man nailed thereonF
On a hill above a townE
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That right the kings of the earth were gayA
And filled the cup and canG
Last night the kings of the earth were chillH
For dread of a naked manG
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'If he speak two more words ' they saidB
'The slave is more than the freeI
If he speak three more words ' they saidB
'The stars are under the sea '-
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Said the King of the East to the King of the WestB
I wot his frown was setB
'Lo let us slay him and make him as dungJ
It is well that the world forget '-
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Said the King of the West to the King of the EastB
I wot his smile was dreadB
'Nay let us slay him and make him a godB
It is well that our god be dead '-
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They set the young man on a hillH
They nailed him to a rodB
And there in darkness and in bloodB
They made themselves a godB
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And the mightiest word was left unsaidB
And the world had never a markK
And the strongest man of the sons of menL
Went dumb into the darkK
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Then hymns and harps of praise they broughtB
Incense and gold and myrrhM
And they thronged above the seraphimN
The poor dead carpenterM
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'Thou art the prince of all ' they sangO
'Ocean and earth and air '-
Then the bird flew on to the cruel crossP
And hid in the dead man's hairQ
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'Thou art the sun of the world ' they criedB
'Speak if our prayers be heard '-
And the brown bird stirred in the dead man's hairQ
And it seemed that the dead man stirredB
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Then a shriek went up like the world's last cryR
From all nations under heavenS
And a master fell before a slaveT
And begged to be forgivenS
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They cowered for dread in his wakened eyesU
The ancient wrath to seeI
And the bird flew out of the dead Christ's hairQ
And lit on a lemon treeI

G. K. Chesterton



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