The Doom Of A City Part Ii: The City Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I	A
A near the dying of that royal day	B
Those amber vested hills began to swerve	C
And soon a lofty Pharos gleaming white	D
Upon its isle set darkly in the light	D
Beckoned us onward to the spacious bay	B
Encompassed broadly by their noble curve	C
And so at length we entered it and faced	E
The thin dark lines of countless masts all traced	E
Upon the saddest sunset ever seen	F
Spread out like an interminable waste	E
Of red and saffron sand devoured by slow	G
Persistent fire beneath whose desolate glow	G
A City lay thick zoned with solemn green	F
Of foliage massed upon the steeps around	H
Between those mast lines flamed the crystal fires	I
Of multitudinous windows and on high	A
Grand marble palaces and temples crowned	H
gt With golden domes and radiant towers and spires	J
Stood all entranced beneath that desert sky	A
Based on an awful stillness Dead or dumb	K
That mighty City through the breathless air	L
Thrilled forth no pulse of sound no faintest hum	K
Of congregated life in street and square	L
Becalmed beyond all calm those galleons lay	B
As still and lifeless as their shadows there	L
Fixed in the magic mirror of the bay	B
As in a rose flushed crystal weirdly fair	L
A strange sad dream and like a fiery pall	M
Blazoned with death that sky hung over all	N
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II	A
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Where eastward from the town the shore was low	G
I drew at length my shallop up the sand	O
The quiet and gloomless twilight gathering slow	G
And took my way across the lonely strand	O
And onward to the City lost in thought	P
Who shall his own wild life course understand	O
From terror through great terrors I am brought	P
To front my fate in this mysterious land	O
In my old common world well fenced about	Q
With myriad lives that fellowed well my own	R
Terror and deadly anguish found me out	Q
And drove me forth to seek the dread Unknown	R
Through all whose terrors I have yet been brought	P
Though hopeless helpless utterly alone	R
May yet my long wild night be blessed with morn	S
Some revelation from the awful Throne	R
Awaits me surely if my life torn free	T
From dire Egyptian bondage has been led	U
In safety through the all devouring sea	T
If lost in foodless deserts it was fed	U
Though murmuring ever hath it truly trod	V
Such paths for nothing Shall it not be brought	P
To stand awe stricken 'neath some Mount of God	V
Wrapt in thick clouds of thunder fire and gloom	W
And hear the Law of Heaven by which its doom	W
To good or evil must be henceforth wrought	P
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III	A
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The moon hung golden large and round	H
Soothing its beauty up the quiet sky	A
In swanlike slow pulsations while I wound	H
Through dewy meads and gardens of rich flowers	I
Whose fragrance like a subtle harmony	T
Was fascination to the languid hours	I
A tender mist of light was interfused	H
Upon the hills and waters woods and leas	X
Throughout the gloomless gloaming and I mused	H
Dim thoughts deep floating in delicious dream	Y
Until the long stern lines of cypress trees	X
Amidst whose plumes funereal there did seem	Y
To creep with quivering sobs a moaning breath	Z
Awed back my heart to life to life and death	Z
Far in the mystic moonlight lay outspread	H
In trance of solemn beauty still and weird	H
That Camp and City of the ancient dead	H
And far around stood up in dense array	B
Those monumental marbles ever reared	H
By men still battling with the powers of Life	A2
To those released before them from its sway	B
Victors or vanquished in the fearful strife	A2
What matters ah within our Mother's breast	H
From toil and tumult sin and sorrow free	T
Sphered beyond hope and dread divinely calm	B2
They lie all gathered into perfect rest	H
And o'er the trance of their Eternity	T
The cypress waves more holy than the palm	B2
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IV	A2
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A funeral train was gathered round a bier	C2
The reverend priest with lifted hands and face	D2
Appealing silently to Heaven's grace	D2
For this young soul called early from our sphere	E2
And white robed maidens pale whose hands scarce held	H
What further symbol flowers they had to shed	H
Upon their sweet lost sister awe and dread	H
Numbing their noisier grief they stood compelled	H
To meet Death's eyes which wither youth from Life	A2
And leaning sole against a tree apart	H
As one might lean just stricken to the heart	H
A youth wrought calm by woe's self slaying strife	A2
His head was sunken nerveless on his breast	H
He stood a dumb blind statue of Despair	L
While all yet moved not I approached them there	L
Murmuring They bring this maiden to her rest	H
Beneath the pure sad moon in thoughtful night	H
Rather than in the garish day whose King	F2
Rides through the heavens for ever triumphing	F2
Throned above ruth in never darkened light	H
That ere the blank dawn chills them they may gaze	G2
And see her soul as some white cloud on high	A2
Floating serenely up the star strewn sky	A2
My steps were now close near them when amaze	G2
Convulsed me with a swooning suddenness	H2
What people dwell within this Silent Land	H
Who thus have placed through day and night to stand	H
This Scene complete in all its images	I2
Of Life in solemn conference with Death	Z
Amidst the wide and populous solitude	H
Of Death's own realm a people of strange mood	H
For all the maidens meek with bated breath	Z
And eyes weighed down by awe and fear and sorrow	G
The priest appealing to the heavens above	A2
The youth whose mortal night could hope no morrow	G
The sweet young girl new riven from his love	A2
All save the flowers the withered flowers alone	R
Were carven weirdly in unconscious stone	R

James Thomson

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