The Crisis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLMNNAAOOOOPPQQRRSS OOTTOOOO| Spirit of Russia now has come | A |
| The day when thou canst not be dumb | A |
| Around thee foams the torrent tide | B |
| Above thee its fell fountain Pride | B |
| The senseless rock awaits thy word | C |
| To crumble shall it be unheard | C |
| Already like a tempest sun | D |
| That shoots the flare and shuts to dun | D |
| Thy land 'twixt flame and darkness heaves | E |
| Showing the blade wherewith Fate cleaves | E |
| If mortals in high courage fail | F |
| At the one breath before the gale | F |
| Those rulers in all forms of lust | G |
| Who trod thy children down to dust | G |
| On the red Sunday know right well | H |
| What word for them thy voice would spell | H |
| What quick perdition for them weave | I |
| Did they in such a voice believe | I |
| Not thine to raise the avenger's shriek | J |
| Nor turn to them a Tolstoi cheek | J |
| Nor menace him the waverer still | K |
| Man of much heart and little will | K |
| The criminal of his high seat | L |
| Whose plea of Guiltless judges it | M |
| For him thy voice shall bring to hand | N |
| Salvation and to thy torn land | N |
| Seen on the breakers Now has come | A |
| The day when thou canst not be dumb | A |
| Spirit of Russia those who bind | O |
| Thy limbs and iron cap thy mind | O |
| Take thee for quaking flesh misdoubt | O |
| That thou art of the rabble rout | O |
| Which cries and flees with whimpering lip | P |
| From reckless gun and brutal whip | P |
| But he who has at heart the deeds | Q |
| Of thy heroic offspring reads | Q |
| In them a soul not given to shrink | R |
| From peril on the abyss's brink | R |
| With never dread of murderous power | S |
| With view beyond the crimson hour | S |
| Neither an instinct driven might | O |
| Nor visionary erudite | O |
| A soul that art thou It remains | T |
| For thee to stay thy children's veins | T |
| The countertides of hate arrest | O |
| Give to thy sons a breathing breast | O |
| And Him resembling in His sight | O |
| Say to thy land Let there be Light | O |
George Meredith
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