Protest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CDCDCD BEBEBE BFBFBF GHGHGH

Oh I am weary weary wearyA
Of Pan and oaten quillsB
And little songs that from the dictionaryA
Learn lore of streams and hillsB
Of studied laughter mocking what is merryA
And calculated thrillsB
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Are we grown old and past the time of singingC
Is ardor quenched in artD
Till art is but a formal figure bringingC
A money measured heartD
Procrustean cut and with old echoes ringingC
Its bells about the martD
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The race moves on and leaves no wildernessesB
Where rugged voices cryE
It reads its prayer and with set phrase it blessesB
The souls of men who dieE
And step by even step its rank progressesB
An army marshalled byE
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If it be better so that Babel noisesB
Losing all course and kenF
And grief that wails and gladness that rejoicesB
Should never wake againF
To shock a world of modulated voicesB
And mediocre menF
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Then he is blest who wears the painted featherG
And may not turn aboutH
To dusks when muses romped the dewy heatherG
In unrestricted routH
And dawns when if the stars had sung togetherG
The sons of God would shoutH

John Charles Mcneill



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