The Jewish Cemetery At Newport Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD BEBE FGFG DHIH JKKK LMLM NOO PQPR STSU VWVW XYXZ A2B2A2B2 KSKS C2LC2D2

How strange it seems These Hebrews in their gravesA
Close by the street of this fair seaport townB
Silent beside the never silent wavesA
At rest in all this moving up and downB
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The trees are white with dust that o'er their sleepC
Wave their broad curtains in the south wind's breathD
While underneath these leafy tents they keepC
The long mysterious Exodus of DeathD
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And these sepulchral stones so old and brownB
That pave with level flags their burial placeE
Seem like the tablets of the Law thrown downB
And broken by Moses at the mountain's baseE
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The very names recorded here are strangeF
Of foreign accent and of different climesG
Alvares and Rivera interchangeF
With Abraham and Jacob of old timesG
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Blessed be God for he created DeathD
The mourners said and Death is rest and peaceH
Then added in the certainty of faithI
And giveth Life that nevermore shall ceaseH
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Closed are the portals of their SynagogueJ
No Psalms of David now the silence breakK
No Rabbi reads the ancient DecalogueK
In the grand dialect the Prophets spakeK
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Gone are the living but the dead remainL
And not neglected for a hand unseenM
Scattering its bounty like a summer rainL
Still keeps their graves and their remembrance greenM
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How came they here What burst of Christian hateN
What persecution merciless and blindO
Drove o'er the sea that desert desolate These Ishmaels and Hagars of mankindO
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They lived in narrow streets and lanes obscureP
Ghetto and Judenstrass in mirk and mireQ
Taught in the school of patience to endureP
The life of anguish and the death of fireR
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All their lives long with the unleavened breadS
And bitter herbs of exile and its fearsT
The wasting famine of the heart they fedS
And slaked its thirst with marah of their tearsU
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Anathema maranatha was the cryV
That rang from town to town from street to streetW
At every gate the accursed MordecaiV
Was mocked and jeered and spurned by Christian feetW
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Pride and humiliation hand in handX
Walked with them through the world where'er they wentY
Trampled and beaten were they as the sandX
And yet unshaken as the continentZ
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For in the background figures vague and vastA2
Of patriarchs and of prophets rose sublimeB2
And all the great traditions of the PastA2
They saw reflected in the coming timeB2
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And thus forever with reverted lookK
The mystic volume of the world they readS
Spelling it backward like a Hebrew bookK
Till life became a Legend of the DeadS
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But ah what once has been shall be no moreC2
The groaning earth in travail and in painL
Brings forth its races but does not restoreC2
And the dead nations never rise againD2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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