Midnight Mass For The Dying Year Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAB CDCDD EFEFG HIJII KLKLC GMGMD NDNDB AOAOI NPNPA QRQRA AGAGGAG AGRR| Yes the Year is growing old | A |
| And his eye is pale and bleared | A |
| Death with frosty hand and cold | A |
| Plucks the old man by the beard | A |
| Sorely sorely | B |
| - | |
| The leaves are falling falling | C |
| Solemnly and slow | D |
| Caw caw the rooks are calling | C |
| It is a sound of woe | D |
| A sound of woe | D |
| - | |
| Through woods and mountain passes | E |
| The winds like anthems roll | F |
| They are chanting solemn masses | E |
| Singing Pray for this poor soul | F |
| Pray pray | G |
| - | |
| And the hooded clouds like friars | H |
| Tell their beads in drops of rain | I |
| And patter their doleful prayers | J |
| But their prayers are all in vain | I |
| All in vain | I |
| - | |
| There he stands in the foul weather | K |
| The foolish fond Old Year | L |
| Crowned with wild flowers and with heather | K |
| Like weak despised Lear | L |
| A king a king | C |
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| Then comes the summer like day | G |
| Bids the old man rejoice | M |
| His joy his last O the man gray | G |
| Loveth that ever soft voice | M |
| Gentle and low | D |
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| To the crimson woods he saith | N |
| To the voice gentle and low | D |
| Of the soft air like a daughter's breath | N |
| Pray do not mock me so | D |
| Do not laugh at me | B |
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| And now the sweet day is dead | A |
| Cold in his arms it lies | O |
| No stain from its breath is spread | A |
| Over the glassy skies | O |
| No mist or stain | I |
| - | |
| Then too the Old Year dieth | N |
| And the forests utter a moan | P |
| Like the voice of one who crieth | N |
| In the wilderness alone | P |
| Vex not his ghost | A |
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| Then comes with an awful roar | Q |
| Gathering and sounding on | R |
| The storm wind from Labrador | Q |
| The wind Euroclydon | R |
| The storm wind | A |
| - | |
| Howl howl and from the forest | A |
| Sweep the red leaves away | G |
| Would the sins that thou abhorrest | A |
| O Soul could thus decay | G |
| And be swept away | G |
| For there shall come a mightier blast | A |
| There shall be a darker day | G |
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| And the stars from heaven down cast | A |
| Like red leaves be swept away | G |
| Kyrie eleyson | R |
| Christe eleyson | R |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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