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France--december 1870 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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We look for her that sunlike stood	B
Upon the forehead of our day	C
An orb of nations radiating food	D
For body and for mind alway	E
Where is the Shape of glad array	C
The nervous hands the front of steel	F
The clarion tongue Where is the bold proud face	G
We see a vacant place	G
We hear an iron heel	F
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II	A
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O she that made the brave appeal	F
For manhood when our time was dark	H
And from our fetters drove the spark	H
Which was as lightning to reveal	F
New seasons with the swifter play	C
Of pulses and benigner day	C
She that divinely shook the dead	I
From living man that stretched ahead	I
Her resolute forefinger straight	J
And marched toward the gloomy gate	J
Of earth's Untried gave note and in	K
The good name of Humanity	L
Called forth the daring vision she	L
She likewise half corrupt of sin	K
Angel and Wanton can it be	L
Her star has foundered in eclipse	M
The shriek of madness on her lips	M
Shreds of her and no more we see	L
There is horrible convulsion smothered din	K
As of one that in a grave cloth struggles to be free	L
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III	A
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Look not for spreading boughs	N
On the riven forest tree	L
Look down where deep in blood and mire	O
Black thunder plants his feet and ploughs	N
The soil for ruin that is France	P
Still thrilling like a lyre	O
Amazed to shivering discord from a fall	Q
Sudden as that the lurid hosts recall	Q
Who met in heaven the irreparable mischance	P
O that is France	P
The brilliant eyes to kindle bliss	P
The shrewd quick lips to laugh and kiss	P
Breasts that a sighing world inspire	O
And laughter dimpled countenance	P
Where soul and senses caught desire	R
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IV	-
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Ever invoking fire from heaven the fire	R
Has grasped her unconsumable but framed	S
For all the ecstasies of suffering dire	O
Mother of Pride her sanctuary shamed	S
Mother of Delicacy and made a mark	H
For outrage Mother of Luxury stripped stark	H
Mother of Heroes bondsmen thro' the rains	P
Across her boundaries lo the league long chains	P
Fond Mother of her martial youth they pass	P
Are spectres in her sight are mown as grass	P
Mother of Honour and dishonoured Mother	R
Of Glory she condemned to crown with bays	P
Her victor and be fountain of his praise	P
Is there another curse There is another	R
Compassionate her madness is she not	T
Mother of Reason she that sees them mown	K
Like grass her young ones Yea in the low groan	K
And under the fixed thunder of this hour	R
Which holds the animate world in one foul blot	T
Tranced circumambient while relentless Power	R
Beaks at her heart and claws her limbs down thrown	K
She with the plungeing lightnings overshot	T
With madness for an armour against pain	K
With milkless breasts for little ones athirst	T
And round her all her noblest dying in vain	K
Mother of Reason is she trebly cursed	T
To feel to see to justify the blow	U
Chamber to chamber of her sequent brain	K
Gives answer of the cause of her great woe	U
Inexorably echoing thro' the vaults	P
''Tis thus they reap in blood in blood who sow	P
'This is the sum of self absolved faults '	-
Doubt not that thro' her grief with sight supreme	V
Thro' her delirium and despair's last dream	V
Thro' pride thro' bright illusion and the brood	T
Bewildering of her various Motherhood	T
The high strong light within her tho' she bleeds	P
Traces the letters of returned misdeeds	P
She sees what seed long sown ripened of late	T
Bears this fierce crop and she discerns her fate	T
From origin to agony and on	K
As far as the wave washes long and wan	K
Off one disastrous impulse for of waves	P
Our life is and our deeds are pregnant graves	P
Blown rolling to the sunset from the dawn	K
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V	-
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Ah what a dawn of splendour when her sowers	P
Went forth and bent the necks of populations	P
And of their terrors and humiliations	P
Wove her the starry wreath that earthward lowers	P
Now in the figure of a burning yoke	W
Her legions traversed North and South and East	T
Of triumph they enjoyed the glutton's feast	T
They grafted the green sprig they lopped the oak	W
They caught by the beard the tempests by the scalp	X
The icy precipices and clove sheer through	Y
The heart of horror of the pinnacled Alp	X
Emerging not as men whom mortals knew	Y
They were the earthquake and the hurricane	K
The lightnings and the locusts plagues of blight	T
Plagues of the revel they were Deluge rain	K
And dreaded Conflagration lawless Might	T
Death writes a reeling line along the snows	P
Where under frozen mists they may be tracked	T
Who men and elements provoked to foes	P
And Gods they were of god and beast compact	T
Abhorred of all Yet how they sucked the teats	P
Of Carnage thirsty issue of their dam	Z
Whose eagles angrier than their oriflamme	Z
Flushed the vext earth with blood green earth forgets	P
The gay young generations mask her grief	-
Where bled her children hangs the loaded sheaf	-
Forgetful is green earth the Gods alone	K
Remember everlastingly they strike	A2
Remorselessly and ever like for like	A2
By their great memories the Gods are known	K
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VI	-
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They are with her now and in her ears and known	K
'Tis they that cast her to the dust for Strength	B2
Their slave to feed on her fair body's length	B2
That once the sweetest and the proudest shone	K
Scoring for hideous dismemberment	T
Her limbs as were the anguish taking breath	C2
Gone out of her in the insufferable descent	T
From her high chieftainship as were she death	C2
Who hears a voice of justice feels the knife	-
Of torture drinks all ignominy of life	-
They are with her and the painful Gods might weep	X
If ever rain of tears came out of heaven	K
To flatter Weakness and bid conscience sleep	X
Viewing the woe of this Immortal driven	K
For the soul's life to drain the maddening cup	X
Of her own children's blood implacably	U
Unsparing even as they to furrow up	X
The yellow land to likeness of a sea	-
The bountiful fair land of vine and grain	K
Of wit and grace and ardour and strong roots	P
Fruits perishable imperishable fruits	P
Furrowed to likeness of the dim grey main	K
Behind the black obliterating cyclone	K
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VII	-
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Behold the Gods are with her and are known	K
Whom they abandon misery persecutes	P
No more them half eyed apathy may loan	K
The happiness of pitiable brutes	P
Whom the just Gods abandon have no light	T
No ruthless light of introspective eyes	P
That in the midst of misery scrutinize	P
The heart and its iniquities outright	T
They rest they smile and rest have earned perchance	P
Of ancient service quiet for a term	Z
Quiet of old men dropping to the worm	Z
And so goes out the soul But not of France	P
She cries for grief and to the Gods she cries	P
For fearfully their loosened hands chastize	P
And icily they watch the rod's caress	P
Ravage her flesh from scourges merciless	P
But she inveterate of brain discerns	P
That Pity has as little place as Joy	D2
Among their roll of gifts for Strength she yearns	P
For Strength her idol once too long her toy	D2
Lo Strength is of the plain root Virtues born	K
Strength shall ye gain by service prove in scorn	K
Train by endurance by devotion shape	X
Strength is not won by miracle or rape	X
It is the offspring of the modest years	P
The gift of sire to son thro' those firm laws	P
Which we name Gods which are the righteous cause	P
The cause of man and manhood's ministers	P
Could France accept the fables of her priests	P
Who blest her banners in this game of beasts	P
And now bid hope that heaven will intercede	T
To violate its laws in her sore need	T
She would find comfort in their opiates	P
Mother of Reason can she cheat the Fates	P
Would she the champion of the open mind	T
The Omnipotent's prime gift the gift of growth	E2
Consent even for a night time to be blind	T
And sink her soul on the delusive sloth	E2
For fruits ethereal and material both	E2
In peril of her place among mankind	T
The Mother of the many Laughters might	T
Call one poor shade of laughter in the light	T
Of her unwavering lamp to mark what things	P
The world puts faith in careless of the truth	F2
What silly puppet bodies danced on strings	P