Two Capitals-1910 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDCD EEFFGGBBHHIIJJKKBBLM BGBG BBBBBB NKJKJHOHOBBBBPQPQBRB F STSTKGKG

MoscowA
White Moscow of the pearly towersB
And golden domes for praiseC
And chiming hoursB
Red Moscow of the Kremlin wallsD
And bloody battle waysC
And fire scarred hallsD
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Beautiful Moscow brave and brightE
Whose banners floated toward the lightE
When Asia knocked at Europe's doorF
And bleeding tzars paid off our scoreF
Ah shining city far awayG
Your gaudy spires salute the dayG
Like opal hearted iris flowersB
Decking the blue transparent hoursB
Now from your seat the slim rails runH
Through Asia to the rising sunH
Along the ancient highway madeI
By caravan and cavalcadeI
Still East and West meet at your gateJ
That Kremlin gate where once in stateJ
Great Europe's conqueror seeking roomK
Marched through triumphant to his doomK
Proud Moscow of barbaric tzarsB
Of gorgeous crownings and dark warsB
Jewel encrusted rich with ageL
Heir of a lordly heritageM
Look out from Ivan's tower of bellsB
See the vast East is proud with dayG
Soon to your ancient citadelsB
The world will march the Asian wayG
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White Moscow of the pearly towersB
And golden domes for praiseB
And chiming hoursB
Red Moscow of the Kremlin wallsB
And bloody battle waysB
And fire scarred hallsB
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PekingN
Under her yellow roofs adreamK
The imperial city sleeps in stateJ
While warrior nations flags agleamK
Come marching through her fortress gateJ
Beneath her towered wall one by oneH
The slow contemptuous camels treadO
And through it eager engines runH
Over the dust of ages deadO
Peking close bound in triple wallsB
Between the old and new she liesB
The yellow dragon guards her hallsB
The blare of trumpets fills her skiesB
She stirs out of her age long sleepP
By the worn temples chill and stillQ
Where Sung and Ming and Mongol keepP
Their ghostly watch from hill to hillQ
Over the graves of dynastiesB
The winds of dawn blow free and farR
Heralds of hastening centuriesB
With banners flown for peace or warF
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O brooding EastS
O winds of dawnT
From the night long feastS
The kings are goneT
What guests will comeK
Down the world's highwayG
At the roil of the drumK
For the dayG

Harriet Monroe



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