Inverawe. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHDJKJ DLMLDDND OPQPDRDR MBSBKTMT IUVWMHSH DXDXYHMH ZA2FA2KB2SB2 C2DZDDD2SD2 YE2DE2F2RG2R CH2ZH2I2J2CJ2 ZZDZMBDB K2H2ZH2H2TMT ODKDDL2MJ2 ZHDHH2M2ZM2 N2O2ZO2P2Q2L2Q2 YR2SR2VDS2D| Does death cleanse the stains of the spirit | A |
| When sundered at last from the clay | B |
| Or keep we thereafter till judgment | C |
| Desires that on earth had their way | B |
| Bereft of the strength which was given | D |
| To use for our good or our bane | E |
| Shall yearnings vain impotent endless | F |
| Be ours with their burden of pain | E |
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| Though flesh does not clothe them what anguish | G |
| Must be known in the world of the dead | H |
| If the future lies open before them | I |
| And fate has no secret unread | H |
| And yet oh how rarely our vision | D |
| May know the lost presence is nigh | J |
| How seldom its purpose be gathered | K |
| Be it comfort or warning to die | J |
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| With mute or half breathed supplication | D |
| Permitted to utter their prayer | L |
| Demanding earth's justice but ever | M |
| Poor phantoms of mist and of air | L |
| If in aught our belief may be certain | D |
| Where founded on witness of man | D |
| They come and no tomb e'er imprisoned | N |
| The shade when corruption began | D |
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| They come and oh swiftly they follow | O |
| The track of the murderer vile | P |
| He is haunted for ever his refuge | Q |
| A hell on far ocean or isle | P |
| Though he fly as once fled from Barcaldine | D |
| Young Donald's assassin to claim | R |
| Guest right where all mercy a treason | D |
| To kinship and justice became | R |
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| Inverawe Inverawe give me shelter | M |
| I have shed a man's blood in a fray | B |
| Oh swear that you will not betray me | S |
| By your dirk by the dear light of day | B |
| And the prayer in his kindness he answered | K |
| But aghast heard the voices that cried | T |
| Your cousin lies slain Can a stranger | M |
| Have passed by the steep river side | T |
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| Then bound by his oath he deceived them | I |
| But night brought a dream full of fear | U |
| His cousin's pale image stood o'er him | V |
| Came a voice he had loved to his ear | W |
| Inverawe Inverawe give no shelter | M |
| To the man by whom blood has been shed | H |
| And he went to his guest saying Leave me | S |
| I obey the dear voice of the dead | H |
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| By your oath by the light of God's heaven | D |
| Your word has been passed for your guest | X |
| Then sleep in the cave in the mountain | D |
| If Donald allow you to rest | X |
| Again shone the vision more awful | Y |
| Ere the hours of the darkness had fled | H |
| Inverawe Inverawe give no shelter | M |
| To the man by whom blood has been shed | H |
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| But empty the cave was at morning | Z |
| When searched for the murderer's trace | A2 |
| And the ghost came again in the darkness | F |
| The gore on its breast and its face | A2 |
| Inverawe Inverawe again whispered | K |
| The shade of the echoless feet | B2 |
| My blood has been shed I await thee | S |
| At Ticonderoga we meet | B2 |
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| And often in wonder repeated | C2 |
| That warning to many was known | D |
| The strangely named place for the trysting | Z |
| Men said was in dreamland alone | D |
| Why cherish a dismal illusion | D |
| War summons gay hearts to the strife | D2 |
| All share in the prizes of glory | S |
| The chances of death or of life | D2 |
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| In camp on the march in the battle | Y |
| His thought would repeat evermore | E2 |
| At the place fore ordained in the vision | D |
| I shall pass to the Dark River's shore | E2 |
| And often awaiting the summons | F2 |
| He asked for the wild Indian name | R |
| When curled o'er American hamlets | G2 |
| The smoke from the guns' sudden flame | R |
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| The forest one evening was silent | C |
| As though in the calm of a trance | H2 |
| Yet within it two armies were resting | Z |
| The soldiers of Britain and France | H2 |
| Our Highlanders slumbered march wearied | I2 |
| Their sentries at watch in the wood | J2 |
| Behind their long lines of entrenchment | C |
| The French in their bivouacs stood | J2 |
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| Inverawe take your sleep ere the morning | Z |
| When our praise or our death shall be sung | Z |
| A comrade cried soon for Carillon | D |
| A chime that is new shall be rung | Z |
| But the air of that night of midsummer | M |
| Seemed chilly and sleep fled away | B |
| And he wandered to where near Carillon | D |
| The charge would be sounded at day | B |
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| To the North a pale ray of Aurora | K2 |
| Shot white o'er the black forest spars | H2 |
| A lake through the pines softly gleaming | Z |
| Lay calm in the radiance of stars | H2 |
| It seemed a sweet heaven whose brightness | H2 |
| Life's dark prison bars could not hide | T |
| As he gazed lo he thought that a figure | M |
| Advanced from that silvery tide | T |
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| Distinct as a luminous shadow | O |
| It moved in the starlight alone | D |
| Till it came to him close and he shuddered | K |
| For the face that he saw was his own | D |
| The cloak of the dread apparition | D |
| His own but bedabbled in blood | L2 |
| Inverawe stretched his hand but the spectre | M |
| Had vanished like mist in the wood | J2 |
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| To the fires of his comrades returning | Z |
| Ah friends you deceived me he said | H |
| Why conceal from my ears that Carillon | D |
| Has the name that was named by the dead | H |
| 'Tis Ticonderoga the fortress | H2 |
| We march on the morrow to storm | M2 |
| Where Death and the Phantom stand watching | Z |
| The hour when our column shall form | M2 |
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| The morn brought the hell of the onset | N2 |
| When bayonet and Highlanders' blade | O2 |
| Sank crushed where the trenches were flashing | Z |
| In the roll of the long fusillade | O2 |
| Repulsed O how sadly at night fall | P2 |
| The remnant was gathered and told | Q2 |
| In silence they thought of the wounded | L2 |
| And mourned the brave hearts that were cold | Q2 |
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| Ere thundered again the dim battle | Y |
| Saluting the deathless in God | R2 |
| A truce found that Leader all gory | S |
| Yet gasping his breath on the sod | R2 |
| They bore him to camp where around him | V |
| They pressed as he beckoned in pain | D |
| His voice seemed a breath in the forest | S2 |
| I die I have seen him again | D |
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