Three Dead Friends Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 0 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

Always suddenly they are gone	A
The friends we trusted and held secure	B
Suddenly we are gazing on	C
Not a smiling face but the marble pure	B
Dead mask of a face that nevermore	D
To a smile of ours will make reply	E
The lips close locked as the eyelids are	F
Gone swift as the flash of the molten ore	D
A meteor pours through a midnight sky	E
Leaving it blind of a single star	F
	-
Tell us O Death Remorseless Might	G
What is this old unescapable ire	H
You wreak on us from the birth of light	G
Till the world be charred to a core of fire	I
We do no evil thing to you	J
We seek to evade you that is all	K
That is your will you will not be known	L
Of men What then would you have us do	J
Cringe and wait till your vengeance fall	K
And your graves be fed and the trumpet blown	L
	-
You desire no friends but we O we	M
Need them so as we falter here	N
Fumbling through each new vacancy	M
As each is stricken that we hold dear	O
One you struck but a year ago	P
And one not a month ago and one	Q
God's vast pity and one lies now	R
Where the widow wails in her nameless woe	P
And the soldiers pace with the sword and gun	Q
Where the comrade sleeps with the laureled brow	R
	-
And what did the first that wayward soul	S
Clothed of sorrow yet nude of sin	T
And with all hearts bowed in the strange control	S
Of the heavenly voice of his violin	T
Why it was music the way he stood	U
So grand was the poise of the head and so	P
Full was the figure of majesty	M
One heard with the eyes as a deaf man would	U
And with all sense brimmed to the overflow	P
With tears of anguish and ecstasy	M
	-
And what did the girl with the great warm light	G
Of genius sunning her eyes of blue	J
With her heart so pure and her soul so white	G
What O Death did she do to you	J
Through field and wood as a child she strayed	V
As Nature the dear sweet mother led	W
While from her canvas mirrored back	X
Glimmered the stream through the everglade	W
Where the grapevine trailed from the trees to wed	W
Its likeness of emerald blue and black	X
	-
And what did he who the last of these	Y
Faced you with never a fear O Death	Z
Did you hate him that he loved the breeze	Y
And the morning dews and the rose's breath	Z
Did you hate him that he answered not	W
Your hate again but turned instead	W
His only hate on his country's wrongs	A2
Well you possess him dead but what	W
Of the good he wrought With laureled head	W
He bides with us in his deeds and songs	A2
	-
Laureled first that he bravely fought	W
And forged a way to our flag's release	B2
Laureled next for the harp he taught	W
To wake glad songs in the days of peace	B2
Songs of the woodland haunts he held	W
As close in his love as they held their bloom	C2
In their inmost bosoms of leaf and vine	D2
Songs that echoed and pulsed and welled	W
Through the town's pent streets and the sick child's room	C2
Pure as a shower in soft sunshine	D2
	-
Claim them Death yet their fame endures	E2
What friend next will you rend from us	F2
In that cold pitiless way of yours	E2
And leave us a grief more dolorous	E2
Speak to us tell us O Dreadful Power	I
Are we to have not a lone friend left	W
Since frozen sodden or green the sod	W
In every second of every hour	I
Some one Death you have left thus bereft	W
Half inaudibly shrieks to God	W

James Whitcomb Riley

Three Dead Friends Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about Three Dead Friends poem by James Whitcomb Riley

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets