Song For The Night Of Christ's Resurrection Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDEEDFF GGHEEHII JJKLLKMM NNOLLOPP QQKRRKST DDDLLDMM UUVWXVYY ZZA2A2A2A2B2T C2C2PNNPA2A2 LLZPPZA2A2 PPPD2D2PPP PPPE2E2PMM A2A2LPPLYA2 E2E2F2A2A2G2PP E2E2DLLDPP E2E2H2A2A2YA2A2 DDI2E2E2I2PP DDE2PPE2LL A2A2DA2A2DE2E2 ZZDPPDPP YYA2A2A2A2PP J2J2E2PPE2MM PPA2MMA2MM| A Humble Imitation | A |
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| And birds of calm sit brooding on the charm d wave | B |
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| It is the noon of night | C |
| And the world's Great Light | C |
| Gone out she widow like doth carry her | D |
| The moon hath veiled her face | E |
| Nor looks on that dread place | E |
| Where He lieth dead in seal d sepulchre | D |
| And heaven and hades emptied lend | F |
| Their flocking multitudes to watch and wait the end | F |
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| Tier above tier they rise | G |
| Their wings new line the skies | G |
| And shed out comforting light among the stars | H |
| But they of the other place | E |
| The heavenly signs deface | E |
| The gloomy brand of hell their brightness mars | H |
| Yet high they sit in thron d state | I |
| It is the hour of darkness to them dedicate | I |
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| And first and highest set | J |
| Where the black shades are met | J |
| The lord of night and hades leans him down | K |
| His gleaming eyeballs show | L |
| More awful than the glow | L |
| Which hangeth by the points of his dread crown | K |
| And at his feet where lightnings play | M |
| The fatal sisters sit and weep and curse their day | M |
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| Lo one with eyes all wide | N |
| As she were sight denied | N |
| Sits blindly feeling at her distaff old | O |
| One as distraught with woe | L |
| Letting the spindle go | L |
| Her star y sprinkled gown doth shivering fold | O |
| And one right mournful hangs her head | P |
| Complaining Woe is me I may not cut the thread | P |
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| All men of every birth | Q |
| Yea great ones of the earth | Q |
| Kings and their councillors have I drawn down | K |
| But I am held of Thee | R |
| Why dost Thou trouble me | R |
| To bring me up dead King that keep'st Thy crown | K |
| Yet for all courtiers hast but ten | S |
| Lowly unlettered Galilean fishermen | T |
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| Olympian heights are bare | D |
| Of whom men worshipped there | D |
| Immortal feet their snows may print no more | D |
| Their stately powers below | L |
| Lie desolate nor know | L |
| This thirty years Thessalian grove or shore | D |
| But I am elder far than they | M |
| Where is the sentence writ that I must pass away | M |
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| Art thou come up for this | U |
| Dark regent awful Dis | U |
| And hast thou moved the deep to mark our ending | V |
| And stirred the dens beneath | W |
| To see us eat of death | X |
| With all the scoffing heavens toward us bending | V |
| Help powers of ill see not us die | Y |
| But neither demon dares nor angel deigns reply | Y |
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| Her sisters fallen on sleep | Z |
| Fade in the upper deep | Z |
| And their grim lord sits on in doleful trance | A2 |
| Till her black veil she rends | A2 |
| And with her death shriek bends | A2 |
| Downward the terrors of her countenance | A2 |
| Then whelmed in night and no more seen | B2 |
| They leave the world a doubt if ever such have been | T |
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| And the winged armies twain | C2 |
| Their awful watch maintain | C2 |
| They mark the earth at rest with her Great Dead | P |
| Behold from antres wide | N |
| Green Atlas heave his side | N |
| His moving woods their scarlet clusters shed | P |
| The swathing coif his front that cools | A2 |
| And tawny lions lapping at his palm edged pools | A2 |
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| Then like a heap of snow | L |
| Lying where grasses grow | L |
| See glimmering while the moony lustres creep | Z |
| Mild mannered Athens dight | P |
| In dewy marbles white | P |
| Among her goddesses and gods asleep | Z |
| And swaying on a purple sea | A2 |
| The many moored galleys clustering at her quay | A2 |
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| Also 'neath palm trees' shade | P |
| Amid their camels laid | P |
| The pastoral tribes with all their flocks at rest | P |
| Like to those old world folk | D2 |
| With whom two angels broke | D2 |
| The bread of men at Abram's courteous 'quest | P |
| When listening as they prophesied | P |
| His desert princess being reproved her laugh denied | P |
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| Or from the Morians' land | P |
| See worshipped Nilus bland | P |
| Taking the silver road he gave the world | P |
| To wet his ancient shrine | E2 |
| With waters held divine | E2 |
| And touch his temple steps with wavelets curled | P |
| And list ere darkness change to gray | M |
| Old minstrel throated Memnon chanting in the day | M |
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| Moreover Indian glades | A2 |
| Where kneel the sun swart maids | A2 |
| On Gunga's flood their votive flowers to throw | L |
| And launch i' the sultry night | P |
| Their burning cressets bright | P |
| Most like a fleet of stars that southing go | L |
| Till on her bosom prosperously | Y |
| She floats them shining forth to sail the lull d sea | A2 |
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| Nor bend they not their eyne | E2 |
| Where the watch fires shine | E2 |
| By shepherds fed on hills of Bethlehem | F2 |
| They mark in goodly wise | A2 |
| The city of David rise | A2 |
| The gates and towers of rare Jerusalem | G2 |
| And hear the 'scap d Kedron fret | P |
| And night dews dropping from the leaves of Olivet | P |
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| But now the setting moon | E2 |
| To curtained lands must soon | E2 |
| In her obedient fashion minister | D |
| She first as loath to go | L |
| Lets her last silver flow | L |
| Upon her Master's seal d sepulchre | D |
| And trees that in the gardens spread | P |
| She kisseth all for sake of His low lying head | P |
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| Then 'neath the rim goes down | E2 |
| And night with darker frown | E2 |
| Sinks on the fateful garden watched long | H2 |
| When some despairing eyes | A2 |
| Far in the murky skies | A2 |
| The unwish d waking by their gloom foretell | Y |
| And blackness up the welkin swings | A2 |
| And drinks the mild effulgence from celestial wings | A2 |
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| Last with amaz d cry | D |
| The hosts asunder fly | D |
| Leaving an empty gulf of blackest hue | I2 |
| Whence straightway shooteth down | E2 |
| By the Great Father thrown | E2 |
| A mighty angel strong and dread to view | I2 |
| And at his fall the rocks are rent | P |
| The waiting world doth quake with mortal tremblement | P |
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| The regions far and near | D |
| Quail with a pause of fear | D |
| More terrible than aught since time began | E2 |
| The winds that dare not fleet | P |
| Drop at his awful feet | P |
| And in its bed wails the wide oce n | E2 |
| The flower of dawn forbears to blow | L |
| And the oldest running river cannot skill to flow | L |
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| At stand by that dread place | A2 |
| He lifts his radiant face | A2 |
| And looks to heaven with reverent love and fear | D |
| Then while the welkin quakes | A2 |
| The muttering thunder breaks | A2 |
| And lightnings shoot and ominous meteors drear | D |
| And all the daunted earth doth moan | E2 |
| He from the doors of death rolls back the seal d stone | E2 |
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| In regal quiet deep | Z |
| Lo One new waked from sleep | Z |
| Behold He standeth in the rock hewn door | D |
| Thy children shall not die | P |
| Peace peace thy Lord is by | P |
| He liveth they shall live for evermore | D |
| Peace lo He lifts a priestly hand | P |
| And blesseth all the sons of men in every land | P |
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| Then with great dread and wail | Y |
| Fall down like storms of hail | Y |
| The legions of the lost in fearful wise | A2 |
| And they whose blissful race | A2 |
| Peoples the better place | A2 |
| Lift up their wings to cover their fair eyes | A2 |
| And through the waxing saffron brede | P |
| Till they are lost in light recede and yet recede | P |
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| So while the fields are dim | J2 |
| And the red sun his rim | J2 |
| First heaves in token of his reign benign | E2 |
| All stars the most admired | P |
| Into their blue retired | P |
| Lie hid the faded moon forgets to shine | E2 |
| And hurrying down the sphery way | M |
| Night flies and sweeps her shadows from the paths of day | M |
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| But look the Saviour blest | P |
| Calm after solemn rest | P |
| Stands in the garden 'neath His olive boughs | A2 |
| The earliest smile of day | M |
| Doth on His vesture play | M |
| And light the majesty of His still brows | A2 |
| While angels hang with wings outspread | M |
| Holding the new won crown above His saintly head | M |
Jean Ingelow
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