The Sword Of Pain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDCEFFGGHIJI HHKKFEFE LLFFMNMN OOEEPFPF QQRRSSKTKT AAFUVWVW FFXXYOYO ZZFFA2B2A2B2 FFC2C2XFXF D2D2EDXXXX LLE2E2XXXX XXF2G2TXTX HHXXFEFE XXFFXFXF XXH2I2XFXF XXEEJ2B2J2B2 FFXXFXFX IIEEB2FB2F| The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow play | A |
| The white walls of the ward are changed to grey | A |
| Down the long aisle of beds with tender grace | B |
| Sleep smoothes the lines on many a weary face | B |
| Yet there are those for whom no midnight brings | C |
| Solace and strength to face the day again | D |
| And over all with wide majestic wings | C |
| There broods the awful mystery of Pain | E |
| Night wears apace and now the silence breaks | F |
| As here and there some fitful slumberer wakes | F |
| And Pain triumphant Pain with burning grip | G |
| Wrings grudging tribute from the tortured lip | G |
| A strong man s groan a boy s short sobbing cry | H |
| Pierces the stillness with a sudden breath | I |
| Or the low moan of long drawn agony | J |
| Asking not respite but the boon of Death | I |
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| Here in the halls of suffering eye to eye | H |
| Men measure Death and mark if he pass by | H |
| Here in the halls of suffering swings the strife | K |
| Wherein man s skill and Death contest for life | K |
| Here woman moves in tenderest ministeries | F |
| With gracious hands that calm the throbbing brain | E |
| Skill and compassion facing fell disease | F |
| And mercy watching by the bed of pain | E |
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| Ah Night and day in armour like the snow | L |
| Patient and brave the grey robed nurses go | L |
| With light swift steps low voices cheery smiles | F |
| From bed to bed adown those dolorous aisles | F |
| Angels of Succour girt with snowy mail | M |
| As warriors donned of old their armour bright | N |
| Serene when danger bids the bravest quail | M |
| Against the batteries of Death they fight | N |
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| Here in the restless night upon my bed | O |
| Whilst bands of steel seem tight ning round my head | O |
| Strong tides are rushing through my heart and brain | E |
| The Goal of Life The Mystery of Pain | E |
| Now on the rising wind that roars without | P |
| Murmurs and discord mingle till it seems | F |
| The Voice of the World s Wounded and about | P |
| Me seem to be the dreams that are not dreams | F |
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| Wherefore Great Architect whose power august | Q |
| Buildeth the universe of very dust | Q |
| And that imperial Palace of the Mind | R |
| More stately than the stars who dost not bind | R |
| Thought that can conquer Nature and above | S |
| The power of Mind hast set the power of Love | S |
| O Thou who weavest through this web of strife | K |
| Strands of great agony and bloody rue | T |
| Must we still search this labyrinth of Life | K |
| To perish groping blindly for the clue | T |
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| Even as I cried the grey walls fell away | A |
| The long ward vanished in the glare of day | A |
| The broad world spread before me and I saw | F |
| Thousands lie stretched in the red swathes of War | U |
| In rigid wreck like fields of storm crushed corn | V |
| Grey faces twisted to a horrid smile | W |
| And limbs and piteous bodies wrenched and torn | V |
| Mangled unspeakably strewn pile on pile | W |
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| I turned to Peace amid her olive trees | F |
| Great cities rose before me villages | F |
| The spacious mansion and the lonely cot | X |
| There was no door that Pain had entered not | X |
| I heard like sobbings of an unseen tide | Y |
| Its keen fire run through all things and I said | O |
| Peace masks a secret war on every side | Y |
| There is no rest from travail God is dead | O |
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| No more the solid earth my footsteps prest | Z |
| The wide sky caught me upward to its breast | Z |
| The living ether seemed a quick ning sea | F |
| Where thrilled unseen the germs of worlds to be | F |
| At times I seemed to move upon the verge | A2 |
| Of some vast viewless current streaming far | B2 |
| And my brain quivered as with mighty surge | A2 |
| Strange thought waves swept the gulfs from star to star | B2 |
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| In ordered majesty each System runs | F |
| With mighty planets circling sovran suns | F |
| And strange pale moons like ghosts that haunt the scene | C2 |
| Of their once living glory and serene | C2 |
| Slow dying stars dreaming of days forgot | X |
| Of silent worlds and ancient memories | F |
| White mountain crest dense forest secret grot | X |
| Wide plains wild shores the crash of plunging seas | F |
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| Like a blown leaf caught by the vagrant air | D2 |
| That still ascends I mounted Everywhere | D2 |
| Dead suns and satellites a lightless train | E |
| In darkness rushing to be born again | D |
| Hurled through the void or by fierce shock redeemed | X |
| Blazed back to life and flushed with splendour bright | X |
| Thronged spaces and dark rolling orbs that seemed | X |
| Millions of black motes in a sea of light | X |
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| There is a river whose imperial flow | L |
| Circles the mid most heaven with broad ning glow | L |
| Its fiery waves are rays of suns supreme | E2 |
| Crimson and gold its changing currents gleam | E2 |
| And blue and purest white and in its tide | X |
| Move worlds unnumbered and the starry dust | X |
| That builds new suns and powers that shall abide | X |
| To rule new regions with a sway august | X |
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| Within the airy isle its waters fold | X |
| Seven mighty suns circle in quiv ring gold | X |
| And over all uplift above the gire | F2 |
| Shaped like a cross a Sword of Living Fire | G2 |
| Emerald and amber opal white and blue | T |
| Swift lights keen tremors flash from point to hilt | X |
| And now blood red it throbs as though it knew | T |
| The whole world s agony the whole world s guilt | X |
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| It is The Cross sublime uplifted high | H |
| Great flames break from it floating down the sky | H |
| As though the blood of Him who undismayed | X |
| Suffered our sins dript from its burning blade | X |
| As though the blood of all earth s noblest ones | F |
| Dreamers and heroes fell in fiery rain | E |
| To temper worlds new born and mightier suns | F |
| The Sword of Victory The Sword of Pain | E |
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| Trembling I spake before that awful sword | X |
| Where is the golden city of the Lord | X |
| With gates of pearl and on its crystal sea | F |
| Peace and the solace of Eternity | F |
| Then like a flash I knew the air around | X |
| Was living ether and I felt the gaze | F |
| Of myriad eyes unseen and heard the sound | X |
| As of vast music known in far off days | F |
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| There fell a star across the brow of Night | X |
| And a voice answered echoing from the height | X |
| The gods ye fashion perish one by one | H2 |
| The Living God endures when all are gone | I2 |
| Fool canst thou know Th Eternal in a day | X |
| Can mortal judge The Immortal face to face | F |
| Who of the star dust buildeth as He may | X |
| And takes for throne the regions of all Space | F |
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| Eternal Spirit immanent apart | X |
| Thou in the living temple of the Heart | X |
| Lightest thine altar fires that souls may reign | E |
| O er worlds not yet create and makest pain | E |
| The discipline of Life the seal of worth | J2 |
| The test of courage and the burning star | B2 |
| That leads through vales of darkness to re birth | J2 |
| To loftier life and victory afar | B2 |
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| Ah Not in golden city nor crystal sea | F |
| But in wide circles of Infinity | F |
| Our work is set and not from harps of gold | X |
| But hearts of men deep harmonies are rolled | X |
| Vast powers stir around us and our course may be | F |
| By other paths than those our fathers trod | X |
| And Science with her torch unconsciously | F |
| Through strange new realms may lead men back to God | X |
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| He knows not Life who hath not felt the breath | I |
| Nor gazed once in the mocking eyes of Death | I |
| The purest springs the waters without stain | E |
| Well upward from the burning heart of Pain | E |
| Behold I saw in purest air afar | B2 |
| A great light dawn and widen and increase | F |
| With white flame crested like a perfect star | B2 |
| Above the Sword of Pain the Crown of Peace | F |
George Essex Evans
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