Judgment Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAA BBB CCC DDD EFF GHH III III JJJ KKK LL MMM NNN III III III I OOO PPQ FFF RSS III TTM FFF FFF| When through our bodies our two spirits burn | A |
| Escaping and no more our true eyes turn | A |
| Outwards and no more hands to fond hands yearn | A |
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| Then over those poor grassy heaps we'll meet | B |
| One morning tasting still the morning's sweet | B |
| Sensible still of light dark rain cold heat | B |
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| And see 'neath the green dust that dust of gray | C |
| Which was our useless bodies laid away | C |
| Mocked still with menace of a Judgment Day | C |
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| We then that waiting dust at last will call | D |
| Each to the other's Rise up at last O small | D |
| Ashes that first love held loveliest of all | D |
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| 'Tis Judgment Day arise And they will arise | E |
| The dust will lift and spine ribs neck head knees | F |
| At the sound remember their old unities | F |
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| And stand there yours with mine as once they stood | G |
| Beloved obeyed despised with that swift blood | H |
| Those looks and trembling lips heart's pause and thud | H |
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| And was it these that love galled thought pursued | I |
| And with his immortality indued | I |
| Nor was by their mortality quite subdued | I |
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| This was the bony hand that held my hand | I |
| The shoulders whereon all my world might stand | I |
| They fell but in their fall was I unmanned | I |
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| This was the breast my eyes delighted in | J |
| The ribs were faint as now under the skin | J |
| They mouldered but not my love mouldered within | J |
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| Away away This was not truly thee | K |
| A mortal bravery Time's delinquency | K |
| A dream that held me from thee thee from me | K |
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| It was not in these bodies that we drew | L |
| Near nearer never never by these we knew | L |
| Transfusion past all sense of 'I' and 'You ' | - |
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| It was youth's blindness held the body so dear | M |
| Slowly slowly year after bewildered year | M |
| The dark thinned and the eyes of love grew clear | M |
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| And thought following thought enlinking each | N |
| Ran where the delighting body could not reach | N |
| And had speech when there was no voice for speech | N |
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| So that we scarce grieved when those bodies died | I |
| And our eyes more than our true spirits cried | I |
| But as when trees fall the free wind that sighed | I |
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| Awhile in their fond branches ceases not | I |
| But sings a moment over the cumbered spot | I |
| Then flies away our unentangled thought | I |
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| Our vivid spirits of love unbroken moved | I |
| And lifted no more sense confined and roved | I |
| And knew till then we had not utterly loved | I |
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| Leave now this dust | I |
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| And then the dust will sink | O |
| The upheaved mound to its old shape will shrink | O |
| And we shall turn again from Time's dusk brink | O |
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| Will it be thus It will be thus Even now | P |
| Though body to body submissively still bow | P |
| 'Tis not on body's blood that our loves grow | Q |
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| Though I am old and you are old though nerves | F |
| Slacken and beauty slowly lose its curves | F |
| And greedy Time the bone and sinew starves | F |
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| Like some lean Captain gloating over a town | R |
| That has not fallen but will fall every stone | S |
| O'erthrust and every bravery overthrown | S |
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| Who entering the defeated walls at last | I |
| Finds emptiness and hears an escaping blast | I |
| Triumphant from the shining east hills cast | I |
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| And knows defeat in victory O that rare | T |
| Music is ours is ours prelusive air | T |
| Caught from the Judgment music high and severe | M |
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| Will it indeed be thus Yes thus The body burns | F |
| Not with desire and into pale smoke turns | F |
| And there is only flame towards flame that yearns | F |
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| While that ill lecherous Time among the stones | F |
| Sits musing and rocking his old brittle bones | F |
| Irked by long shadows mocked by those bright far tones | F |
John Frederick Freeman
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