Presage Of Victory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCCDDEEFGGFHHHIBIJ JJIKKL A MMN NOPNQPRNO A STITIUVIIWWXXPPPXYXY YPPZZZP A2 JB2C2D2C2E2F2G2C2G2H 2H2F2G2F2 I2J2K2H2I2K2J2H2L2M2 I2L2N2N2N2O2I2I2L2L2 P2Q2Q2P2KKI2I2R2R2I2 WF2PWWP XXUS2XXT2T2U2U2V2V2O 2T2UU F2I | A |
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Then first I knew seeing that bent grey head | B |
How England honours all her thousand dead | B |
Then first I knew how faith through black grief burns | C |
Until the ruined heart glows while it yearns | C |
For one that never more returns | C |
Glows in the spent embers of its pride | D |
For one that careless lived and fearless died | D |
And then I knew then first | E |
How everywhere Hope from her prison had burst | E |
On every hill wide dale soft valley's lap | F |
In lonely cottage clutch'd between huge downs | G |
And streets confused with streets in clanging towns | G |
Like spring from winter's jail pouring her sap | F |
Into the idle wood of last year's trees | H |
Then first I knew how the vast world disease | H |
Would die away and England upon her seas | H |
Shake every scab of sickness toward new skies | I |
Lifting a little holier her head | B |
With honesty the brighter in her eyes | I |
And all that urgent horror well forgot | J |
The dark remembered not | J |
Only remembered then with bosom yet hot | J |
The blood that on how many a far field lies | I |
The bones enriching not our English earth | K |
That brought them to such splendid birth | K |
And the last sacrifice | L |
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II | A |
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Then first I knew seeing that head bent low | M |
How gravely all her days she needs must go | M |
Bearing an image in her faded breast | N |
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O the dark unrest | N |
Of thoughts that never cease their flight | O |
Never vanishing yet never still | P |
Like birds that wail round the bewildering nest | N |
But other nestlings never shall be hers | Q |
Only a painful image his place fill | P |
Only a memory remain for her thin bosom to nurse | R |
In all that dark unrest | N |
Of sleepless and tormented night | O |
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III | A |
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Yet from her eyes presage of victory | S |
Looked steadfast out at mine | T |
It is not to be thought of said her eyes | I |
That only a foul blotch the sun may shine | T |
On England through low poisonous thick skies | I |
Never O never again | U |
This pain this pain | V |
Else from that foreign earth his bones would rise | I |
And thrust in anger at the bitter skies | I |
It is not to be thought of that such prayer | W |
Should fall unheeded back through heavy air | W |
But I have heard in the night I have heard | X |
When not a leaf in all the orchard stirred | X |
And even the water of the bourne hung still | P |
And the old twitching creaking house was still | P |
And all was still | P |
What was it I heard | X |
It could not be his voice come from so far | Y |
I know 'twas not a bird | X |
It was his voice or that lone watchful star | Y |
Creeping above the casement bar | Y |
Saying Fear thou no ill | P |
No ill | P |
Then all the silence was an echoing round | Z |
The water and dumb trees their antique murmur found | Z |
And clear as music came the repeated Sound | Z |
Fear thou no ill no ill | P |
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Was it her eyes or her tongue told me this | A2 |
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IV | - |
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Yet but sad comfort from such pain is caught | J |
I went out from the house and climbed the coombe | B2 |
And where the first light of sweet morning hung | C2 |
I found the light I sought | D2 |
From somewhere south a bugle's note was flung | C2 |
From somewhere north a sombre boom | E2 |
On the opposing hills white flecks and grey | F2 |
Spotted the misty green | G2 |
And blue smoke wraiths around the tall trees clung | C2 |
Presently rose thick dust clouds from the green | G2 |
Came up or seemed to come the instant beat | H2 |
Of marching feet | H2 |
Then with the clouds the beating died away | F2 |
And nothing was seen | G2 |
But broken hills and the new flush of day | F2 |
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V | - |
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All round the folding hills were like green waves | I2 |
Tossing awhile together ere they fall | J2 |
And fling their salt on the steep stony beach | K2 |
The sound I heard was sound of Roman feet | H2 |
I saw the sparkling light on Roman glaives | I2 |
I heard the Roman speech | K2 |
Answering the wild Iberian battle call | J2 |
They passed from sight on the long street | H2 |
And I saw then the Mercian Kings that strode | L2 |
Proudly from the small city of grey stone | M2 |
And climbed the folding hills | I2 |
Past the full springs that bubbled and flowed | L2 |
Through the soft valley and on to Avon stream | N2 |
They passed as all things pass and seem | N2 |
No other than a dream | N2 |
All but the shining and the echo gone | O2 |
But still I listened and looked Their voice it was | I2 |
Blown through the valley grass | I2 |
Their dust it was that sprang from the hard road | L2 |
Where now these English legions flowed | L2 |
Waking the quiet like a steady wind | P2 |
That ancient soldiery before me passed | Q2 |
With all that followed them and these the last | Q2 |
Of my own generation my own mind | P2 |
Their strength and courage rooted deep in the earth | K |
That brings men to such splendid birth | K |
And no vain sacrifice | I2 |
It was as when the land all darkness lies | I2 |
And shades nor only shades move freely out | R2 |
And through the trees are heard and all about | R2 |
Their ancient ways 'neath the old stars and skies | I2 |
So now in morning's light I knew them there | W |
Leading the men that marched and marched away | F2 |
And mounted up the hill and down the hill | P |
Passed from my eyes and ears and left the air | W |
Trembling everywhere | W |
And then how still | P |
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VI | - |
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Then first I knew the joy that yet should be | - |
Ringing from camped hill and guarded sea | - |
With England's victory | - |
The dust had stirred the infinite dust had stirred | X |
It was the courage of the past I heard | X |
The virtue of those buried bones again | U |
Animate in these marching Englishmen | S2 |
And nothing wanted if the dead but nerved | X |
The living hands that the same England served | X |
With new washed eyes I saw as I went down | T2 |
On the hill crest the oak grove's crown | T2 |
With new delighted ear heard the lark sing | U2 |
That mad delighted thing | U2 |
The very smoke that rose was strangely blue | V2 |
But most the orchard brightened wonderfully new | V2 |
Where the wild spring ere winter snow well gone | O2 |
Scattered her whiter briefer snow cloud down | T2 |
And England lovelier looked than when | U |
Her dead roused not her living men | U |
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May | F2 |
John Freeman
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