The Fires Of God Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCBDEF GHIJGIKKBBLL A MNNMOPOPOPQPQRSRS TUTUVVQQW A XYYYYXZNA2ZNYYA2B2B2 C2YD2C2E2B2MRMF2F2RY YG2WG2SWSY YYYYYLYY LYH2A2A2H2 C2 BYI2YYBJ2YC2WWC2C2YC 2YRNRYK2ZMMZH2L2H2L2 PPL2BYYBYYP PPH2MMH2 N H2H2M2MM2YMYMYYYMYYY N2H2H2N2H2H2MH2H2Y YH2O2P2P2O2 C2 YYYQ2YH2YH2YH2Q2YH2Y H2YH2YYH2NN YOYOOYMM NMNMMNYY MZMZZMH2 H2H2H2H2H2H2H2H2 R2YR2YYR2YY OYOYYOY C2 H2H2H2ZH2NYNZYH2YYYH 2Y| I | A |
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| Time gathers to my name | B |
| Along the ways wheredown my feet have passed | C |
| I see the years with little triumph crowned | D |
| Exulting not for perils dared downcast | C |
| And weary eyed and desolate for shame | B |
| Of having been unstirred of all the sound | D |
| Of the deep music of the men that move | E |
| Through the world's days in suffering and love | F |
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| Poor barren years that brooded over much | G |
| On your own burden pale and stricken years | H |
| Go down to your oblivion we part | I |
| With no reproach or ceremonial tears | J |
| Henceforth my hands are lifted to the touch | G |
| Of hands that labour with me and my heart | I |
| Hereafter to the world's heart shall be set | K |
| And its own pain forget | K |
| Time gathers to my name | B |
| Days dead are dark the days to be a flame | B |
| Of wonder and of promise and great cries | L |
| Of travelling people reach me I must rise | L |
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| II | A |
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| Was I not man Could I not rise alone | M |
| Above the shifting of the things that be | N |
| Rise to the crest of all the stars and see | N |
| The ways of all the world as from a throne | M |
| Was I not man with proud imperial will | O |
| To cancel all the secrets of high heaven | P |
| Should not my sole unbridled purpose fill | O |
| All hidden paths with light when once was riven | P |
| God's veil by my indomitable will | O |
| So dreamt I little man of little vision | P |
| Great only in unconsecrated pride | Q |
| Man's pity grew from pity to derision | P |
| And still I thought 'Albeit they deride | Q |
| Yet is it mine uncharted ways to dare | R |
| Unknown to these | S |
| And they shall stumble darkly unaware | R |
| Of solemn mysteries | S |
| Whereof the key is mine alone to bear ' | - |
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| So I forgot my God and I forgot | T |
| The holy sweet communion of men | U |
| And moved in desolate places where are not | T |
| Meek hands held out with patient healing when | U |
| The hours are heavy with uncharitable pain | V |
| No company but vain | V |
| And arrogant thoughts were with me at my side | Q |
| And ever to myself I lied | Q |
| Saying 'Apart from all men thus I go | W |
| To know the things that they may never know ' | - |
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| III | A |
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| Then a great change befell | X |
| Long time I stood | Y |
| In witless hardihood | Y |
| With eyes on one sole changeless vision set | Y |
| The deep disturbed fret | Y |
| Of men who made brief tarrying in hell | X |
| On their earth travelling | Z |
| It was as though the lives of men should be | N |
| Set circle wise whereof one little span | A2 |
| Through which all passed was blackened with the wing | Z |
| Of perilous evil bateless misery | N |
| But all beyond making the whole complete | Y |
| O'er which the travelling feet | Y |
| Of every man | A2 |
| Made way or ever he might come to death | B2 |
| Was odorous with the breath | B2 |
| Of honey laden flowers and alive | C2 |
| With sacrificial ministrations sweet | Y |
| Of man to man and swift and holy loves | D2 |
| And large heroic hopes whereby should thrive | C2 |
| Man's spirit as he moves | E2 |
| From dawn of life to the great dawn of death | B2 |
| It was as though mine eyes were set alone | M |
| Upon that woeful passage of despair | R |
| Until I held that life had never known | M |
| Dominion but in this most troubled place | F2 |
| Where many a ruined grace | F2 |
| And many a friendless care | R |
| Ran to and fro in sorrowful unrest | Y |
| Still in my hand I pressed | Y |
| Hope's fragile chalice whence I drew deep draughts | G2 |
| Shaping belief that even yet should grow | W |
| Out of this dread confusion as of broken crafts | G2 |
| Driven along ungovernable seas | S |
| Some threads of order and that I should know | W |
| After long vigil all the mysteries | S |
| Of human wonder and of human fate | Y |
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| O fool O only great | Y |
| In pride unhallowed O most blind of heart | Y |
| Confusion but more dark confusion bred | Y |
| Grief nurtured grief I cried aloud and said | Y |
| 'Through trackless ways the soul of man is hurled | Y |
| No sign upon the forehead of the skies | L |
| No beacon and no chart | Y |
| Are given to him and the inscrutable world | Y |
| But mocks his scars and fills his mouth with dust ' | - |
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| 'And lies bore lies | L |
| And lust bore lust | Y |
| And the world was heavy with flowerless rods | H2 |
| And pride outran | A2 |
| The strength of a man | A2 |
| Who had set himself in the place of gods' | H2 |
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| IV | C2 |
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| Soon was I then to gather bitter shame | B |
| Of spirit I had been most wildly proud | Y |
| Yet in my pride had been | I2 |
| Some little courage formless as a cloud | Y |
| Unpiloted save by the vagrant wind | Y |
| But still an earnest of the bonds that tame | B |
| The legionary hates of sacred loves that lean | J2 |
| From the high soul of man towards his kind | Y |
| And all my grief | C2 |
| Had been for those I watched go to and fro | W |
| In uncompassioned woe | W |
| Along that little span my unbelief | C2 |
| Had fashioned in my vision as all life | C2 |
| Now even this so little virtue waned | Y |
| For I became caught up into the strife | C2 |
| That I had pitied and my soul was stained | Y |
| At last by that most venomous despair | R |
| Self pity | N |
| I no longer was aware | R |
| Of any will to heal the world's unrest | Y |
| I suffered as it suffered and I grew | K2 |
| Troubled in all my daily trafficking | Z |
| Not with the large heroic trouble known | M |
| By proud adventurous men who would atone | M |
| With their own passionate pity for the sting | Z |
| And anguish of a world of peril and snares | H2 |
| It was the trouble of a soul in thrall | L2 |
| To mean despairs | H2 |
| Driven about a waste where neither fall | L2 |
| Of words from lips of love nor consolation | P |
| Of grave eyes comforting nor ministration | P |
| Of hand or heart could pierce the deadly wall | L2 |
| Of self of self I was a living shame | B |
| A broken purpose I had stood apart | Y |
| With pride rebellious and defiant heart | Y |
| And now my pride had perished in the flame | B |
| I cried for succour as a little child | Y |
| Might supplicate whose days are undefiled | Y |
| For tutored pride and innocence are one | P |
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| 'To the gloom has won | P |
| A gleam of the sun | P |
| And into the barren desolate ways | H2 |
| A scent is blown | M |
| As of meadows mown | M |
| By cooling rivers in clover days' | H2 |
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| V | N |
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| I turned me from that place in humble wise | H2 |
| And fingers soft were laid upon mine eyes | H2 |
| And I beheld the fruitful earth with store | M2 |
| Of odorous treasure full and golden grain | M |
| Ripe orchard bounty slender stalks that bore | M2 |
| Their flowered beauty with a meek content | Y |
| The prosperous leaves that loved the sun and rain | M |
| Shy creatures unreproved that came and went | Y |
| In garrulous joy among the fostering green | M |
| And over all the changes of the day | Y |
| And ordered year their mutable glory laid | Y |
| Expectant winter soberly arrayed | Y |
| The prudent diligent spring whose eyes have seen | M |
| The beauty of the roses uncreate | Y |
| Imperial June magnificent elate | Y |
| Beholding all the ripening loves that stray | Y |
| Among her blossoms and the golden time | N2 |
| Of the full ear and bounty of the boughs | H2 |
| And the great hills and solemn chanting seas | H2 |
| And prodigal meadows answering to the chime | N2 |
| Of God's good year and bearing on their brows | H2 |
| The glory of processional mysteries | H2 |
| From dawn to dawn the woven shadow and shine | M |
| Of the high moon the twilight secrecies | H2 |
| And the inscrutable wonder of the stars | H2 |
| Flung out along the reaches of the night | Y |
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| 'And the ancient might | Y |
| Of the binding bars | H2 |
| Waned as I woke to a new desire | O2 |
| For the choric song | P2 |
| Of exultant strong | P2 |
| Earth passionate men with souls of fire' | O2 |
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| VI | C2 |
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| 'Twas given me to hear As I beheld | Y |
| With a new wisdom tranquil asking not | Y |
| For mystic revelation this glory long forgot | Y |
| This re discovered triumph of the earth | Q2 |
| In high creative will and beauty's pride | Y |
| Established beyond the assaulting years | H2 |
| It came to me a music that compelled | Y |
| Surrender of all tributary fears | H2 |
| Full throated fierce and rhythmic with the wide | Y |
| Beat of the pilgrim winds and labouring seas | H2 |
| Sent up from all the harbouring ways of earth | Q2 |
| Wherein the travelling feet of men have trod | Y |
| Mounting the firmamental silences | H2 |
| And challenging the golden gates of God | Y |
| 'We bear the burden of the years | H2 |
| Clean limbed clear hearted open browed | Y |
| Albeit sacramental tears | H2 |
| Have dimmed our eyes we know the proud | Y |
| Content of men who sweep unbowed | Y |
| Before the legionary fears | H2 |
| In sorrow we have grown to be | N |
| The masters of adversity | N |
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| Long ere from immanent silence leapt | Y |
| Obedient hands and fashioning will | O |
| The giant god within us slept | Y |
| And dreamt of seasons to fulfil | O |
| The shaping of our souls that still | O |
| Expectant earthward vigil kept | Y |
| Our wisdom grew from secrets drawn | M |
| From that far off dim memoried dawn | M |
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| Wise of the storied ages we | N |
| Of perils dared and crosses borne | M |
| Of heroes bound by no decree | N |
| Of laws defiled or faiths outworn | M |
| Of poets who have held in scorn | M |
| All mean and tyrannous things that be | N |
| We prophesy with lips that sped | Y |
| The songs of the prophetic dead | Y |
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| Wise of the brief beloved span | M |
| Of this our glad earth travelling | Z |
| Of beauty's bloom and ordered plan | M |
| Of love and love's compassioning | Z |
| Of all the dear delights that spring | Z |
| From man's communion with man | M |
| We cherish every hour that strays | H2 |
| Adown the cataract of the days ' | - |
| 'We see the dear untroubled skies | H2 |
| We see the glory of the rose | H2 |
| And laugh nor grieve that clouds will rise | H2 |
| And wax with every wind that blows | H2 |
| Nor that the blossoming time will close | H2 |
| For beauty seen of humble eyes | H2 |
| Immortal habitation has | H2 |
| Though beauty's form may pale and pass | H2 |
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| Wise of the great unshapen age | R2 |
| To which we move with measured tread | Y |
| All girt with passionate truth to wage | R2 |
| High battle for the word unsaid | Y |
| The song unsung the cause unled | Y |
| The freedom that no hope can gauge | R2 |
| Strong armed sure footed iron willed | Y |
| We sift and weave we break and build | Y |
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| Into one hour we gather all | O |
| The years gone down the years unwrought | Y |
| Upon our ears brave measures fall | O |
| Across uncharted spaces brought | Y |
| Upon our lips the words are caught | Y |
| Wherewith the dead the unborn call | O |
| From love to love from height to height | Y |
| We press and none may curb our might ' | - |
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| VII | C2 |
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| O blessed voices O compassionate hands | H2 |
| Calling and healing O great hearted brothers | H2 |
| I come to you Ring out across the lands | H2 |
| Your benediction and I too will sing | Z |
| With you and haply kindle in another's | H2 |
| Dark desolate hour the flame you stirred in me | N |
| O bountiful earth in adoration meet | Y |
| I bow to you O glory of years to be | N |
| I too will labour to your fashioning | Z |
| Go down go down unweariable feet | Y |
| Together we will march towards the ways | H2 |
| Wherein the marshalled hosts of morning wait | Y |
| In sleepless watch with banners wide unfurled | Y |
| Across the skies in ceremonial state | Y |
| To greet the men who lived triumphant days | H2 |
| And stormed the secret beauty of the world | Y |
John Drinkwater
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