The Gospel Women 13: The Woman In The Temple Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEE GHGH EIEI JEJE EKEK ELEL AEAE MEME EEEE CNCO LPLP QRQS TUTU EVEW| A still dark joy A sudden face | A |
| Cold daylight footsteps cries | B |
| The temple's naked shining space | A |
| Aglare with judging eyes | B |
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| All in abandoned guilty hair | C |
| With terror pallid lips | D |
| To vulgar scorn her honour bare | C |
| To lewd remarks and quips | D |
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| Her eyes she fixes on the ground | E |
| Her shrinking soul to hide | F |
| Lest at uncurtained windows found | E |
| Its shame be clear descried | E |
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| All idle hang her listless hands | G |
| They tingle with her shame | H |
| She sees not who beside her stands | G |
| She is so bowed with blame | H |
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| He stoops he writes upon the ground | E |
| Regards nor priests nor wife | I |
| An awful silence spreads around | E |
| And wakes an inward strife | I |
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| Then comes a voice that speaks for thee | J |
| Pale woman sore aghast | E |
| Let him who from this sin is free | J |
| At her the first stone cast | E |
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| Ah then her heart grew slowly sad | E |
| Her eyes bewildered rose | K |
| She saw the one true friend she had | E |
| Who loves her though he knows | K |
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| He stoops In every charnel breast | E |
| Dead conscience rises slow | L |
| They dumb before that awful guest | E |
| Turn one by one and go | L |
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| Up in her deathlike ashy face | A |
| Rises the living red | E |
| No greater wonder sure had place | A |
| When Lazarus left the dead | E |
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| She is alone with him whose fear | M |
| Made silence all around | E |
| False pride false shame they come not near | M |
| She has her saviour found | E |
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| Jesus hath spoken on her side | E |
| Those cruel men withstood | E |
| From him her shame she will not hide | E |
| For him she will be good | E |
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| He rose he saw the temple bare | C |
| They two are left alone | N |
| He said unto her Woman where | C |
| Are thine accusers gone | O |
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| Hath none condemned thee Master no | L |
| She answers trembling sore | P |
| Neither do I condemn thee Go | L |
| And sin not any more | P |
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| She turned and went To hope and grieve | Q |
| Be what she had not been | R |
| We are not told but I believe | Q |
| His kindness made her clean | S |
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| Our sins to thee us captive hale | T |
| Ambitions hatreds dire | U |
| Cares fears and selfish loves that fail | T |
| And sink us in the mire | U |
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| Our captive cries with pardon meet | E |
| Our passion cleanse with pain | V |
| Lord thou didst make these miry feet | E |
| Oh wash them clean again | W |
George Macdonald
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