Abu Midjan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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If I sit in the dustA
For lauding good wineB
Ha ha it is justA
So sits the vineB
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Abu Midjan sang as he sat in chainsC
For the blood of the grape ran the juice of his veinsC
The Prophet had said O Faithful drink notD
Abu Midjan drank till his heart was hotD
Yea he sang a song in praise of wineB
He called it good names a joy divineB
The giver of might the opener of eyesE
Love's handmaid the water of ParadiseF
Therefore Saad his chief spake words of blameG
And set him in irons a fettered flameG
But he sings of the wine as he sits in his chainsC
For the blood of the grape runs the juice of his veinsC
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I will not thinkH
That the Prophet saidI
Ye shall not drinkH
Of the flowing redI
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'Tis a drenched brainJ
Whose after stingK
Cries out RefrainJ
'Tis an evil thingK
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But I will dareL
With a goodly droughtM
To drink nor spareL
Till my thirst be outM
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I do not laughN
Like a Christian foolO
But in silence quaffN
The liquor coolO
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At door of tentP
'Neath evening starQ
With daylight spentP
And Uriel afarQ
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Then through the skyR
Lo the emerald hillsS
My faith swells highR
My bosom thrillsS
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I see them hearkenJ
The Houris that waitT
Their dark eyes darkenJ
The diamond gateT
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I hear the floatU
Of their chant divineJ
And my heart like a boatU
Sails thither on wineJ
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Can an evil thingK
Make beauty moreV
Or a sinner bringK
To the heavenly doorV
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The sun rain fineJ
Would sink and escapeW
But is drunk by the vineJ
Is stored in the grapeW
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And the prisoned lightX
I free againJ
It flows in mightX
Through my shining brainJ
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I love and I knowJ
The truth is mineJ
I walk in the glowJ
Of the sun bred wineJ
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I will not thinkH
That the Prophet saidI
Ye shall not drinkH
Of the flowing redI
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For his promises loJ
Sevenfold they shineJ
When the channels o'erflowJ
With the singing wineJ
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But I care not I 'tis a small annoyJ
To sit in chains for a heavenly joyJ
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Away went the song on the light wind borneJ
His head sank down and a ripple of scornJ
Shook the hair that flowed from his curling lipY
As he eyed his brown limbs in the iron's gripY
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Sudden his forehead he lifted highR
A faint sound strayed like a moth wing byR
Like beacons his eyes burst blazing forthZ
A dust cloud he spied in the distant northZ
A noise and a smoke on the plain afarQ
'Tis the cloud and the clang of the Moslem warV
He leapt aloft like a tiger snaredA2
The wine in his veins through his visage flaredA2
He tore at his fetters in bootless ireB2
He called the Prophet he named his sireC2
From his lips with wild shout the Techir burstD2
He danced in his irons the Giaours he cursedD2
And his eyes they flamed like a beacon dunJ
Or like wine in the crystal twixt eye and sunJ
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The lady of Saad heard him shoutM
Heard his fetters ring on the stones aboutM
The heart of a warrior she understoodE2
And the rage of the thwarted battle moodF2
Her name with the cry of an angry prayerL
He called but once and the lady was thereL
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The Giaour he panted the Godless bruteG2
And me like a camel tied foot to footH2
Let me go and I swear by Allah's fearI2
At sunset I don again this gearI2
Or lie in a heaven of starry eyesE
Kissed by moon maidens of ParadiseF
O lady grant me the death of the justA
Hark to the hurtle see the dustA
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With ready fingers the noble dameG
Unlocked her husband's iron blameG
Brought his second horse his Abdon outM
And his second hauberk light and stoutM
Harnessed the warrior and hight him goJ
An angel of vengeance upon the foeJ
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With clank of steel and thud of hoofN
Away he galloped she climbed the roofN
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She sees the cloud and the flashes that leapJ2
From the scythe shaped swords inside it that sweepJ2
Down with back stroke the disordered swathK2
Thither he speeds a bolt of wrathL2
Straight as an arrow she sees him goJ
Abu Midjan the singer upon the foeJ
Like an eagle he vanishes in the cloudM2
And the thunder of battle bursts more loudM2
Mingled of crashes and blows and fallsN2
Of the whish that severs the throat that callsN2
Of neighing and shouting and groaning grimO2
Abu Midjan she sees no more of himO2
Northward the battle drifts afarQ
On the flowing tide of the holy warV
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Lonely across the desert sandP2
From his wrist by its thong hung his clotted brandP2
Red in the sunset's level flameG
Back to his bonds Abu Midjan cameG
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Lady I swear your Saad's horseQ2
The Prophet himself might have rode a worseR2
Like the knots of a serpent the play of his fleshS2
As he tore to the quarry in Allah's meshS2
I forgot him and mowed at the traitor weedsT2
Which fell before me like rushes and reedsT2
Or like the tall poppies that sudden drop lowJ
Their heads to an urchin's unstrung bowU2
Fled the Giaour the faithful flew after to killJ
I turned to surrender beneath me stillJ
Was Abdon unjaded fresh in forceQ2
Faithful and fearless a heavenly horseQ2
Give him water lady and barley to eatV2
Then haste thee and fetter the wine bibber's feetV2
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To the terrace he went and she to the stallJ
She tended the horse like guest in hallJ
Then to the warrior unhasting returnedW2
The fire of the fight in his eyes yet burnedW2
But he sat in a silence that might betokenJ
One ashamed that his heart had spokenJ
Though where was the word to breed remorseQ2
He had lauded only his chief's brave horseQ2
Not a word she spoke but his fetters lockedX2
He watched with a smile that himself bemockedX2
She left him seated in caitiff plightX2
Like one that had feared and fled the fightX2
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But what singer ever sat lonely longY2
Ere the hidden fountain burst in songY2
The battle wine foamed in the warrior's veinsC
And he sang sword tempest who sat in chainsC
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Oh the wineJ
Of the vineJ
Is a feeble thingK
In the rattleJ
Of battleJ
The true grapes springK
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When on whirV
Of TecbirV
Allah's wrath fliesE
And the powerV
Of the GiaourV
A blasted leaf liesE
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When on forceQ2
Of the horseQ2
The arm flung abroadX2
Is sweepingK
And reapingK
The harvest of GodX2
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Ha they dropZ2
From the topZ2
To the sear heap belowJ
Ha deeperV
Down steeperV
The infidels goJ
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AzraelJ
Sheer to hellJ
Shoots the foul shoalsA3
There MonkerV
And NakirV
Torture their soulsA3
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But when dropZ2
On their cropZ2
The scimitars redX2
And underV
War's thunderV
The faithful lie deadX2
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Oh brightX2
Is the lightX2
On hero slow breakingK
Rapturous facesB3
Bent for embracesC3
Watch for his wakingK
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And he hearsD3
In his earsE3
The voice of Life's riverV
Like a songY2
Of the strongY2
Jubilant everV
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Oh the wineJ
Of the vineJ
May lead to the gatesF3
But the rattleJ
Of battleJ
Wakes the angel who waitsF3
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To the lordX2
Of the swordX2
Open it mustX2
The drinkerV
The thinkerV
Sits in the dustX2
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He dreamsG3
Of the gleamsG3
Of their garments of whiteX2
He missesB3
Their kissesB3
The maidens of lightX2
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They longY2
For the strongY2
Who has burst through alarmsH3
Up by the labourV
Of stirrup and sabreV
Up to their armsH3
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Oh the wine of the grape is a feeble ghostX2
The wine of the fight is the joy of a hostX2
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When Saad came home from the far pursuitX2
An hour he sat and an hour was muteX2
Then he opened his mouth Ah wife the fightX2
Had been lost full sure but an arm of mightX2
Sudden rose up on the crest of the battleJ
Flashed blue lightnings thundered steel rattleJ
Took up the fighting and drove it onJ
Enoch sure or the good Saint JohnJ
Wherever he leaped like a lion heI3
The battle was thickest or soon to beI3
Wherever he sprang with his lion roarV
In a minute the battle was there no moreV
With a headlong fear the sinners fledX2
And we swept them down the steep of the deadX2
Before us not from us did they fleeI3
They ceased in the depths of a new Red SeaI3
But him who saved us we saw no moreV
He went as he came by a secret doorV
And strangest of all nor think I errV
If a miracle I for truth averV
I was close to him thrice the holy ForceQ2
Wore my silver ringed hauberk rode Abdon my horseQ2
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The lady rose up withholding her wordX2
And led to the terrace her wondering lordX2
Where song soothed and weary with battle strainJ
Abu Midjan sat counting the links of his chainJ
The battle was raging he raging worseR2
I freed him harnessed him gave him thy horseQ2
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Abu Midjan the singer of love and of wineJ
The arm of the battle it also was thineJ
Rise up shake the irons from off thy feetX2
For the lord of the fight are fetters meetX2
If thou wilt then drink till thou be hoarV
Allah shall judge thee I judge no moreV
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Abu Midjan arose he flung asideX2
The clanking fetters and thus he criedX2
If thou give me to God and his decreesJ3
Nor purge my sin with the shame of theseJ3
Wrath against me I dare not storeV
In the name of Allah I drink no moreV

George Macdonald



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