The Heroes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIJKK LLMMAANN| By many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led | A |
| But as I went through Patrick Street the hopes and prophecies were dead | A |
| The hopes and prophecies were dead they could not blossom where the feet | B |
| Walked amid rottenness or where the brawling shouters stamped the street | B |
| Where was the beauty that the Lord gave man when first he towered in pride | C |
| But one came by me at whose word the bitter condemnation died | C |
| His brows were crowned with thorns of light his eyes were bright as one who sees | D |
| The starry palaces shine o'er the sparkle of the heavenly seas | D |
| 'Is it not beautiful ' he cried Our Faery Land of Hearts' Desire | E |
| Is mingled through the mire and mist yet stainless keeps its lovely fire | E |
| The pearly phantoms with blown hair are dancing where the drunkards reel | F |
| The cloud frail daffodils shine out where filth is splashing from the heel | F |
| O sweet and sweet and sweet to hear the melodies in rivers run | G |
| The rapture of their crowded notes is yet the myriad voice of One | G |
| Those who are lost and fallen here to night in sleep shall pass the gate | H |
| And wear the purples of the King and know them masters of their fate | H |
| Each wrinkled hag shall reassume the plumes and hues of paradise | I |
| Each brawler be enthroned in calm among the Children of the Wise | J |
| Yet in the council with the gods no one will falter to pursue | K |
| His lofty purpose but come forth the cyclic labours to renew | K |
| And take the burden of the world and dim his beauty in a shroud | L |
| And wrestle with the chaos till the anarch to the light be bowed | L |
| We cannot for forgetfulness forego the reverence due to them | M |
| Who wear at times they do not guess the sceptre and the diadem | M |
| As bright a crown as this was theirs when first they from the Father sped | A |
| Yet look with deeper eyes and still the ancient beauty is not dead | A |
| He mingled with the multitude I saw their brows were crowned and bright | N |
| A light around the shadowy heads a shadow round the head of light | N |
George William Russell
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