Prometheus - Christ Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB ACD EFG HIJK LMN OPQRMN STUVWXW YMGZ A2 B2C2D2E2F2G2H2I2 J2K2L2M2N2O2ME2P2 Q2R2S2W T2MWU2V2M2W2S2X2Y2Z2 A3B3FTX2MMC3GI2D3E3M ZF3F3W2S2W2 G3AH3WS2I3ZJ3K3SL3M2 OW2M3N3O3 P3Q3XR3R3S3G2| LASHED to the planet glaring at the sky | A |
| An eagle at his heart the Pagan Christ | B |
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| Why is it Mystery O dumb Darkness why | A |
| Have always men with loving hearts themselves | C |
| Made devils of their gods | D |
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| The whirling globe | E |
| Bears round man's sweating agony of blood | F |
| That Might may gloat above impotent Pain | G |
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| Man's soul is dual he is half a fiend | H |
| And from himself he typifies Almighty | I |
| O poison doubt the answer holds no peace | J |
| Man did not make himself a fiend but God | K |
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| Between them what Prometheus stares | L |
| Through ether to the lurid eyes of Jove | M |
| Between them Darkness | N |
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| But the gods are dead | O |
| Ay Zeus is dead and all the gods but Doubt | P |
| And Doubt is brother devil to Despair | Q |
| What then for us Better Prometheus' fate | R |
| Who dared the gods than insect unbelief | M |
| Better Doubt's fitful flame than abject nothingness | N |
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| O world around us glory of the spheres | S |
| God speaks in ordered harmony behold | T |
| Between us and the Darkness clad in light | U |
| Between us and the curtain of the Vast two Forms | V |
| And each is crowned eternally and One | W |
| Is crowned with flowers and tender leaves and grass | X |
| And smiles benignly and the other One | W |
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| With sadly pitying eyes is crowned with thorns | Y |
| O Nature and O Christ for men to love | M |
| And seek and live by Thine the dual reign | G |
| The health and hope and happiness of men | Z |
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| Behold our faith and fruit | A2 |
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| What demon laughs | B2 |
| Behold our books our schools our states | C2 |
| Where Christ and Nature are the daily word | D2 |
| Behold our dealings between man and man | E2 |
| Our laws for home our treaties for abroad | F2 |
| Behold our honor honesty and freedom | G2 |
| And last our brotherhood For we are born | H2 |
| In Christian times and ruled by Christian rules | I2 |
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| Bah God is mild or he would strike the world | J2 |
| As men should smite a liar on the mouth | K2 |
| Shame on the falsehood Let us tell the truth | L2 |
| Nor Christ nor Nature rules but Greed and Creed | M2 |
| And Caste and Cant and Craft and Ignorance | N2 |
| Down to the dust with every decent face | O2 |
| And whisper there the lies we daily live | M |
| O God forgive us Nature never can | E2 |
| For one is merciful the other just | P2 |
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| Let us confess by Nations first our lines | Q2 |
| Are writ in blood and rapine and revenge | R2 |
| Conquest and pride have motive been and law | S2 |
| Christ walks with us to hourly crucifixion | W |
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| As Men Would God the better tale were here | T2 |
| Atom as whole corruption shrewdness self | M |
| Freedom A juggle hundreds slave for one | W |
| That one is free and boasts and lo the shame | U2 |
| The hundreds at the wheel go boasting too | V2 |
| Justice The selfish only can succeed | M2 |
| Success means power did Christ mean it so | W2 |
| And power must be guarded by the law | S2 |
| And preachers preach that law must be obeyed | X2 |
| Ay even when Right is ironed in the dock | Y2 |
| And Rapine sits in ermine on the bench | Z2 |
| Mercy Behold it in the reeking slums | A3 |
| That grow like cancers from the palace wall | B3 |
| Go hear it from the conquered how their blood | F |
| Is weighed in drops and purchased blood for gold | T |
| Go ask the toiling tenant why he paid | X2 |
| The landlord's rent and let his children starve | M |
| Go find the thief whose father was a thief | M |
| And ask what Christian leech has cured his sin | C3 |
| Honesty Our law of life is Gain | G |
| We must get gold or be accounted fools | I2 |
| The lovable the generous must be crushed | D3 |
| And substituted by the hard and shrewd | E3 |
| What is it Christ this thing called Christian life | M |
| Where Christ is not where ninety slave for ten | Z |
| And never own a flower save when they steal it | F3 |
| And never hear a bird save when they cage it | F3 |
| Is this the freedom of Thy truth Ah woe | W2 |
| For those who see a higher nobler law | S2 |
| Than his the Crucified if this be so | W2 |
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| O man's blind hope Prometheus thine the gift | G3 |
| That bids him live when reason bids him die | A |
| We cling to this as sailors to a spar | H3 |
| We see that this is Truth that men are one | W |
| Nor king nor slave among them save by law | S2 |
| We see that law is crime save God's sweet code | I3 |
| That laps the world in freedom trees and men | Z |
| And every life around us days and seasons | J3 |
| All for their natural order on the planet | K3 |
| To live their lives an hour a hundred years | S |
| Equal content and free nor curse their souls | L3 |
| With trade's malign unrest with books that breed | M2 |
| Disparity contempt for those who cannot read | O |
| With cities full of toil and sin and sorrow | W2 |
| Climbing the devil builded hill called Progress | M3 |
| Prometheus we reject thy gifts for Christ's | N3 |
| Selfish and hard were thine but His are sweet | O3 |
| 'Sell what thou hast and give it to the poor ' | - |
| Him we must follow to the great Commune | P3 |
| Reading his book of Nature growing wise | Q3 |
| As planet men who own the earth and pass | X |
| Him we must follow till foul Cant and Caste | R3 |
| Die like disease and Mankind freed at last | R3 |
| Tramples the complex life and laws and limits | S3 |
| That stand between all living things and Freedom | G2 |
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