Abu Midjan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CCDDBBEFGGCC HIHI JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RSRS JTJT UJUJ KVKV JWJW XJXJ JJJJ HIHI JJJJ JJ JJYY RRZZQVA2A2B2C2D2D2JJ MME2F2LL G2H2I2I2EFAA GGMMJJ NN J2J2K2L2JJM2M2N2N2O2 O2QV P2P2GG Q2R2S2S2T2T2JU2JJQ2Q 2V2V2 JJW2W2JJQ2Q2X2X2X2X2 Y2Y2CC JJKJJK VVEVVE Q2Q2X2KKX2 Z2Z2JVVJ JJA3VVA3 Z2Z2X2VVX2 X2X2KB3C3K D3E3VY2Y2V JJF3JJF3 X2X2X2VVX2 G3G3X2B3B3X2 Y2Y2H3VVH3 X2X2 X2X2X2X2JJJJI3I3VVX2 X2I3I3VVVVQ2Q2 X2X2JJR2Q2 JJX2X2VV X2X2J3J3VVIf I sit in the dust | A |
For lauding good wine | B |
Ha ha it is just | A |
So sits the vine | B |
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Abu Midjan sang as he sat in chains | C |
For the blood of the grape ran the juice of his veins | C |
The Prophet had said O Faithful drink not | D |
Abu Midjan drank till his heart was hot | D |
Yea he sang a song in praise of wine | B |
He called it good names a joy divine | B |
The giver of might the opener of eyes | E |
Love's handmaid the water of Paradise | F |
Therefore Saad his chief spake words of blame | G |
And set him in irons a fettered flame | G |
But he sings of the wine as he sits in his chains | C |
For the blood of the grape runs the juice of his veins | C |
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I will not think | H |
That the Prophet said | I |
Ye shall not drink | H |
Of the flowing red | I |
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'Tis a drenched brain | J |
Whose after sting | K |
Cries out Refrain | J |
'Tis an evil thing | K |
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But I will dare | L |
With a goodly drought | M |
To drink nor spare | L |
Till my thirst be out | M |
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I do not laugh | N |
Like a Christian fool | O |
But in silence quaff | N |
The liquor cool | O |
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At door of tent | P |
'Neath evening star | Q |
With daylight spent | P |
And Uriel afar | Q |
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Then through the sky | R |
Lo the emerald hills | S |
My faith swells high | R |
My bosom thrills | S |
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I see them hearken | J |
The Houris that wait | T |
Their dark eyes darken | J |
The diamond gate | T |
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I hear the float | U |
Of their chant divine | J |
And my heart like a boat | U |
Sails thither on wine | J |
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Can an evil thing | K |
Make beauty more | V |
Or a sinner bring | K |
To the heavenly door | V |
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The sun rain fine | J |
Would sink and escape | W |
But is drunk by the vine | J |
Is stored in the grape | W |
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And the prisoned light | X |
I free again | J |
It flows in might | X |
Through my shining brain | J |
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I love and I know | J |
The truth is mine | J |
I walk in the glow | J |
Of the sun bred wine | J |
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I will not think | H |
That the Prophet said | I |
Ye shall not drink | H |
Of the flowing red | I |
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For his promises lo | J |
Sevenfold they shine | J |
When the channels o'erflow | J |
With the singing wine | J |
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But I care not I 'tis a small annoy | J |
To sit in chains for a heavenly joy | J |
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Away went the song on the light wind borne | J |
His head sank down and a ripple of scorn | J |
Shook the hair that flowed from his curling lip | Y |
As he eyed his brown limbs in the iron's grip | Y |
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Sudden his forehead he lifted high | R |
A faint sound strayed like a moth wing by | R |
Like beacons his eyes burst blazing forth | Z |
A dust cloud he spied in the distant north | Z |
A noise and a smoke on the plain afar | Q |
'Tis the cloud and the clang of the Moslem war | V |
He leapt aloft like a tiger snared | A2 |
The wine in his veins through his visage flared | A2 |
He tore at his fetters in bootless ire | B2 |
He called the Prophet he named his sire | C2 |
From his lips with wild shout the Techir burst | D2 |
He danced in his irons the Giaours he cursed | D2 |
And his eyes they flamed like a beacon dun | J |
Or like wine in the crystal twixt eye and sun | J |
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The lady of Saad heard him shout | M |
Heard his fetters ring on the stones about | M |
The heart of a warrior she understood | E2 |
And the rage of the thwarted battle mood | F2 |
Her name with the cry of an angry prayer | L |
He called but once and the lady was there | L |
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The Giaour he panted the Godless brute | G2 |
And me like a camel tied foot to foot | H2 |
Let me go and I swear by Allah's fear | I2 |
At sunset I don again this gear | I2 |
Or lie in a heaven of starry eyes | E |
Kissed by moon maidens of Paradise | F |
O lady grant me the death of the just | A |
Hark to the hurtle see the dust | A |
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With ready fingers the noble dame | G |
Unlocked her husband's iron blame | G |
Brought his second horse his Abdon out | M |
And his second hauberk light and stout | M |
Harnessed the warrior and hight him go | J |
An angel of vengeance upon the foe | J |
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With clank of steel and thud of hoof | N |
Away he galloped she climbed the roof | N |
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She sees the cloud and the flashes that leap | J2 |
From the scythe shaped swords inside it that sweep | J2 |
Down with back stroke the disordered swath | K2 |
Thither he speeds a bolt of wrath | L2 |
Straight as an arrow she sees him go | J |
Abu Midjan the singer upon the foe | J |
Like an eagle he vanishes in the cloud | M2 |
And the thunder of battle bursts more loud | M2 |
Mingled of crashes and blows and falls | N2 |
Of the whish that severs the throat that calls | N2 |
Of neighing and shouting and groaning grim | O2 |
Abu Midjan she sees no more of him | O2 |
Northward the battle drifts afar | Q |
On the flowing tide of the holy war | V |
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Lonely across the desert sand | P2 |
From his wrist by its thong hung his clotted brand | P2 |
Red in the sunset's level flame | G |
Back to his bonds Abu Midjan came | G |
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Lady I swear your Saad's horse | Q2 |
The Prophet himself might have rode a worse | R2 |
Like the knots of a serpent the play of his flesh | S2 |
As he tore to the quarry in Allah's mesh | S2 |
I forgot him and mowed at the traitor weeds | T2 |
Which fell before me like rushes and reeds | T2 |
Or like the tall poppies that sudden drop low | J |
Their heads to an urchin's unstrung bow | U2 |
Fled the Giaour the faithful flew after to kill | J |
I turned to surrender beneath me still | J |
Was Abdon unjaded fresh in force | Q2 |
Faithful and fearless a heavenly horse | Q2 |
Give him water lady and barley to eat | V2 |
Then haste thee and fetter the wine bibber's feet | V2 |
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To the terrace he went and she to the stall | J |
She tended the horse like guest in hall | J |
Then to the warrior unhasting returned | W2 |
The fire of the fight in his eyes yet burned | W2 |
But he sat in a silence that might betoken | J |
One ashamed that his heart had spoken | J |
Though where was the word to breed remorse | Q2 |
He had lauded only his chief's brave horse | Q2 |
Not a word she spoke but his fetters locked | X2 |
He watched with a smile that himself bemocked | X2 |
She left him seated in caitiff plight | X2 |
Like one that had feared and fled the fight | X2 |
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But what singer ever sat lonely long | Y2 |
Ere the hidden fountain burst in song | Y2 |
The battle wine foamed in the warrior's veins | C |
And he sang sword tempest who sat in chains | C |
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Oh the wine | J |
Of the vine | J |
Is a feeble thing | K |
In the rattle | J |
Of battle | J |
The true grapes spring | K |
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When on whir | V |
Of Tecbir | V |
Allah's wrath flies | E |
And the power | V |
Of the Giaour | V |
A blasted leaf lies | E |
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When on force | Q2 |
Of the horse | Q2 |
The arm flung abroad | X2 |
Is sweeping | K |
And reaping | K |
The harvest of God | X2 |
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Ha they drop | Z2 |
From the top | Z2 |
To the sear heap below | J |
Ha deeper | V |
Down steeper | V |
The infidels go | J |
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Azrael | J |
Sheer to hell | J |
Shoots the foul shoals | A3 |
There Monker | V |
And Nakir | V |
Torture their souls | A3 |
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But when drop | Z2 |
On their crop | Z2 |
The scimitars red | X2 |
And under | V |
War's thunder | V |
The faithful lie dead | X2 |
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Oh bright | X2 |
Is the light | X2 |
On hero slow breaking | K |
Rapturous faces | B3 |
Bent for embraces | C3 |
Watch for his waking | K |
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And he hears | D3 |
In his ears | E3 |
The voice of Life's river | V |
Like a song | Y2 |
Of the strong | Y2 |
Jubilant ever | V |
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Oh the wine | J |
Of the vine | J |
May lead to the gates | F3 |
But the rattle | J |
Of battle | J |
Wakes the angel who waits | F3 |
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To the lord | X2 |
Of the sword | X2 |
Open it must | X2 |
The drinker | V |
The thinker | V |
Sits in the dust | X2 |
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He dreams | G3 |
Of the gleams | G3 |
Of their garments of white | X2 |
He misses | B3 |
Their kisses | B3 |
The maidens of light | X2 |
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They long | Y2 |
For the strong | Y2 |
Who has burst through alarms | H3 |
Up by the labour | V |
Of stirrup and sabre | V |
Up to their arms | H3 |
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Oh the wine of the grape is a feeble ghost | X2 |
The wine of the fight is the joy of a host | X2 |
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When Saad came home from the far pursuit | X2 |
An hour he sat and an hour was mute | X2 |
Then he opened his mouth Ah wife the fight | X2 |
Had been lost full sure but an arm of might | X2 |
Sudden rose up on the crest of the battle | J |
Flashed blue lightnings thundered steel rattle | J |
Took up the fighting and drove it on | J |
Enoch sure or the good Saint John | J |
Wherever he leaped like a lion he | I3 |
The battle was thickest or soon to be | I3 |
Wherever he sprang with his lion roar | V |
In a minute the battle was there no more | V |
With a headlong fear the sinners fled | X2 |
And we swept them down the steep of the dead | X2 |
Before us not from us did they flee | I3 |
They ceased in the depths of a new Red Sea | I3 |
But him who saved us we saw no more | V |
He went as he came by a secret door | V |
And strangest of all nor think I err | V |
If a miracle I for truth aver | V |
I was close to him thrice the holy Force | Q2 |
Wore my silver ringed hauberk rode Abdon my horse | Q2 |
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The lady rose up withholding her word | X2 |
And led to the terrace her wondering lord | X2 |
Where song soothed and weary with battle strain | J |
Abu Midjan sat counting the links of his chain | J |
The battle was raging he raging worse | R2 |
I freed him harnessed him gave him thy horse | Q2 |
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Abu Midjan the singer of love and of wine | J |
The arm of the battle it also was thine | J |
Rise up shake the irons from off thy feet | X2 |
For the lord of the fight are fetters meet | X2 |
If thou wilt then drink till thou be hoar | V |
Allah shall judge thee I judge no more | V |
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Abu Midjan arose he flung aside | X2 |
The clanking fetters and thus he cried | X2 |
If thou give me to God and his decrees | J3 |
Nor purge my sin with the shame of these | J3 |
Wrath against me I dare not store | V |
In the name of Allah I drink no more | V |
George Macdonald
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