The Dirge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFCCGGHHII JKLLMMNNOOOOCCPP

VVhat is th' Existence of Mans lifeA
But open war or slumber'd strifeA
Where sickness to his sense presentsB
The combat of the ElementsB
And never feels a perfect PeaceC
Till deaths cold hand signs his releaseC
It is a storm where the hot bloodD
Out vies in rage the boyling floodD
And each loud Passion of the mindE
Is like a furious gust of windE
Which beats his Bark with many a WaveF
Till he casts Anchor in the GraveF
It is a flower which buds and growesC
And withers as the leaves discloseC
Whose spring and fall faint seasons keepG
Like fits of waking before sleepG
Then shrinks into that fatal moldH
Where its first being was enroll'dH
It is a dream whose seeming truthI
Is moraliz'd in age and youthI
Where all the comforts he can shareJ
As wandring as his fancies areK
Till in a mist of dark decayL
The dreamer vanish quite awayL
It is a Diall which points outM
The Sun set as it moves aboutM
And shadowes out in lines of nightN
The subtile stages of times flightN
Till all obscuring earth hath laidO
The body in perpetual shadeO
It is a weary enterludeO
Which doth short joyes long woes includeO
The World the Stage the Prologue tearsC
The Acts vain hope and vary'd fearsC
The Scene shuts up with loss of breathP
And leaves no Epilogue but DeathP

Henry King



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