Song For The Night Of Christ's Resurrection Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Humble ImitationA
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And birds of calm sit brooding on the charm d waveB
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It is the noon of nightC
And the world's Great LightC
Gone out she widow like doth carry herD
The moon hath veiled her faceE
Nor looks on that dread placeE
Where He lieth dead in seal d sepulchreD
And heaven and hades emptied lendF
Their flocking multitudes to watch and wait the endF
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Tier above tier they riseG
Their wings new line the skiesG
And shed out comforting light among the starsH
But they of the other placeE
The heavenly signs defaceE
The gloomy brand of hell their brightness marsH
Yet high they sit in thron d stateI
It is the hour of darkness to them dedicateI
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And first and highest setJ
Where the black shades are metJ
The lord of night and hades leans him downK
His gleaming eyeballs showL
More awful than the glowL
Which hangeth by the points of his dread crownK
And at his feet where lightnings playM
The fatal sisters sit and weep and curse their dayM
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Lo one with eyes all wideN
As she were sight deniedN
Sits blindly feeling at her distaff oldO
One as distraught with woeL
Letting the spindle goL
Her star y sprinkled gown doth shivering foldO
And one right mournful hangs her headP
Complaining Woe is me I may not cut the threadP
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All men of every birthQ
Yea great ones of the earthQ
Kings and their councillors have I drawn downK
But I am held of TheeR
Why dost Thou trouble meR
To bring me up dead King that keep'st Thy crownK
Yet for all courtiers hast but tenS
Lowly unlettered Galilean fishermenT
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Olympian heights are bareD
Of whom men worshipped thereD
Immortal feet their snows may print no moreD
Their stately powers belowL
Lie desolate nor knowL
This thirty years Thessalian grove or shoreD
But I am elder far than theyM
Where is the sentence writ that I must pass awayM
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Art thou come up for thisU
Dark regent awful DisU
And hast thou moved the deep to mark our endingV
And stirred the dens beneathW
To see us eat of deathX
With all the scoffing heavens toward us bendingV
Help powers of ill see not us dieY
But neither demon dares nor angel deigns replyY
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Her sisters fallen on sleepZ
Fade in the upper deepZ
And their grim lord sits on in doleful tranceA2
Till her black veil she rendsA2
And with her death shriek bendsA2
Downward the terrors of her countenanceA2
Then whelmed in night and no more seenB2
They leave the world a doubt if ever such have beenT
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And the winged armies twainC2
Their awful watch maintainC2
They mark the earth at rest with her Great DeadP
Behold from antres wideN
Green Atlas heave his sideN
His moving woods their scarlet clusters shedP
The swathing coif his front that coolsA2
And tawny lions lapping at his palm edged poolsA2
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Then like a heap of snowL
Lying where grasses growL
See glimmering while the moony lustres creepZ
Mild mannered Athens dightP
In dewy marbles whiteP
Among her goddesses and gods asleepZ
And swaying on a purple seaA2
The many moored galleys clustering at her quayA2
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Also 'neath palm trees' shadeP
Amid their camels laidP
The pastoral tribes with all their flocks at restP
Like to those old world folkD2
With whom two angels brokeD2
The bread of men at Abram's courteous 'questP
When listening as they prophesiedP
His desert princess being reproved her laugh deniedP
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Or from the Morians' landP
See worshipped Nilus blandP
Taking the silver road he gave the worldP
To wet his ancient shrineE2
With waters held divineE2
And touch his temple steps with wavelets curledP
And list ere darkness change to grayM
Old minstrel throated Memnon chanting in the dayM
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Moreover Indian gladesA2
Where kneel the sun swart maidsA2
On Gunga's flood their votive flowers to throwL
And launch i' the sultry nightP
Their burning cressets brightP
Most like a fleet of stars that southing goL
Till on her bosom prosperouslyY
She floats them shining forth to sail the lull d seaA2
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Nor bend they not their eyneE2
Where the watch fires shineE2
By shepherds fed on hills of BethlehemF2
They mark in goodly wiseA2
The city of David riseA2
The gates and towers of rare JerusalemG2
And hear the 'scap d Kedron fretP
And night dews dropping from the leaves of OlivetP
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But now the setting moonE2
To curtained lands must soonE2
In her obedient fashion ministerD
She first as loath to goL
Lets her last silver flowL
Upon her Master's seal d sepulchreD
And trees that in the gardens spreadP
She kisseth all for sake of His low lying headP
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Then 'neath the rim goes downE2
And night with darker frownE2
Sinks on the fateful garden watched longH2
When some despairing eyesA2
Far in the murky skiesA2
The unwish d waking by their gloom foretellY
And blackness up the welkin swingsA2
And drinks the mild effulgence from celestial wingsA2
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Last with amaz d cryD
The hosts asunder flyD
Leaving an empty gulf of blackest hueI2
Whence straightway shooteth downE2
By the Great Father thrownE2
A mighty angel strong and dread to viewI2
And at his fall the rocks are rentP
The waiting world doth quake with mortal tremblementP
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The regions far and nearD
Quail with a pause of fearD
More terrible than aught since time beganE2
The winds that dare not fleetP
Drop at his awful feetP
And in its bed wails the wide oce nE2
The flower of dawn forbears to blowL
And the oldest running river cannot skill to flowL
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At stand by that dread placeA2
He lifts his radiant faceA2
And looks to heaven with reverent love and fearD
Then while the welkin quakesA2
The muttering thunder breaksA2
And lightnings shoot and ominous meteors drearD
And all the daunted earth doth moanE2
He from the doors of death rolls back the seal d stoneE2
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In regal quiet deepZ
Lo One new waked from sleepZ
Behold He standeth in the rock hewn doorD
Thy children shall not dieP
Peace peace thy Lord is byP
He liveth they shall live for evermoreD
Peace lo He lifts a priestly handP
And blesseth all the sons of men in every landP
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Then with great dread and wailY
Fall down like storms of hailY
The legions of the lost in fearful wiseA2
And they whose blissful raceA2
Peoples the better placeA2
Lift up their wings to cover their fair eyesA2
And through the waxing saffron bredeP
Till they are lost in light recede and yet recedeP
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So while the fields are dimJ2
And the red sun his rimJ2
First heaves in token of his reign benignE2
All stars the most admiredP
Into their blue retiredP
Lie hid the faded moon forgets to shineE2
And hurrying down the sphery wayM
Night flies and sweeps her shadows from the paths of dayM
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But look the Saviour blestP
Calm after solemn restP
Stands in the garden 'neath His olive boughsA2
The earliest smile of dayM
Doth on His vesture playM
And light the majesty of His still browsA2
While angels hang with wings outspreadM
Holding the new won crown above His saintly headM

Jean Ingelow



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