Fame Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEFE GHGH IJIJ KIKI LMLM NONP DQFQ RSRS TUTU VFVF WPWP XWXW KYKY ZA2B2A2

Dust of the desert are thy wallsA
And temple towers O BabylonB
O'er crumbled halls the lizard crawlsA
And serpents bask in blaze of sunC
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In vain kings piled the PyramidsD
Their tombs were robbed by ruthless handsE
Who now shall sing their fame and deedsF
Or sift their ashes from the sandsE
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Deep in the drift of ages hoarG
Lie nations lost and kings forgotH
Above their graves the oceans roarG
Or desert sands drift o'er the spotH
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A thousand years are but a dayI
When reckoned on the wrinkled earthJ
And who among the wise shall sayI
What cycle saw the primal birthJ
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Of man who lords on sea and landK
And builds his monuments to dayI
Like Syrian on the desert sandK
To crumble and be blown awayI
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Proud chiefs of pageant armies ledL
To fame and death their followers forthM
Ere Helen sinned and Hector bledL
Or Odin ruled the rugged NorthM
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And poets sang immortal praiseN
To mortal heroes ere the fireO
Of Homer blazed in Ilion laysN
Or Brage tuned the Northern lyreP
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For fame men piled the PyramidsD
Their names have perished with their bonesQ
For fame men wrote their boasted deedsF
On Babel bricks and Runic stonesQ
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On Tyrian temples gates of brassR
On Roman arch and Damask bladesS
And perished like the desert grassR
That springs to day to morrow fadesS
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And still for fame men delve and dieT
In Afric heat and Arctic coldU
For fame on flood and field they vieT
Or gather in the shining goldU
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Time like the ocean onward rollsV
Relentless burying men and deedsF
The brightest names the bravest soulsV
Float but an hour like ocean weedsF
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Then sink forever In the slimeW
Forgotten lost forevermoreP
Lies Fame from every age and climeW
Yet thousands clamor on the shoreP
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Immortal Fame O dust and deathX
The centuries as they pass proclaimW
That Fame is but a mortal breathX
That man must perish name and fameW
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The earth is but a grain of sandK
An atom in a shoreless seaY
A million worlds lie in God's handK
Yea myriad millions what are weY
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O mortal man of bone and bloodZ
Then is there nothing left but dustA2
God made us He is wise and goodB2
And we may humbly hope and trustA2

Hanford Lennox Gordon



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