The Lost Occasion Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Some die too late and some too soonA
At early morning heat of noonA
Or the chill evening twilight ThouB
Whom the rich heavens did so endowB
With eyes of power and Jove's own browB
With all the massive strength that fillsC
Thy home horizon's granite hillsC
With rarest gifts of heart and headD
From manliest stock inheritedE
New England's stateliest type of manF
In port and speech OlympianG
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Whom no one met at first but tookH
A second awed and wondering lookH
As turned perchance the eyes of GreeceI
On Phidias' unveiled masterpieceI
Whose words in simplest homespun cladJ
The Saxon strength of Caedmon's hadJ
With power reserved at need to reachK
The Roman forum's loftiest speechK
Sweet with persuasion eloquentL
In passion cool in argumentL
Or ponderous falling on thy foesM
As fell the Norse god's hammer blowsM
Crushing as if with Talus' flailN
Through Error's logic woven mailN
And failing only when they triedO
The adamant of the righteous sideO
Thou foiled in aim and hope bereavedP
Of old friends by the new deceivedP
Too soon for us too soon for theeQ
Beside thy lonely Northern seaQ
Where long and low the marsh lands spreadD
Laid wearily down thy August headD
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Thou shouldst have lived to feel belowR
Thy feet Disunion's fierce upthrowB
The late sprung mine that underlaidD
Thy sad concessions vainly madeD
Thou shouldst have seen from Sumter's wallS
The star flag of the Union fallS
And armed rebellion pressing onT
The broken lines of WashingtonG
No stronger voice than thine had thenU
Called out the utmost might of menU
To make the Union's charter freeB
And strengthen law by libertyB
How had that stern arbitramentB
To thy gray age youth's vigor lentB
Shaming ambition's paltry prizeV
Before thy disillusioned eyesV
Breaking the spell about thee woundB
Like the green withes that Samson boundB
Redeeming in one effort grandB
Thyself and thy imperilled landB
Ah cruel fate that closed to theeB
O sleeper by the Northern seaB
The gates of opportunityB
God fills the gaps of human needB
Each crisis brings its word and deedB
Wise men and strong we did not lackW
But still with memory turning backW
In the dark hours we thought of theeB
And thy lone grave beside the seaB
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Above that grave the east winds blowR
And from the marsh lands drifting slowR
The sea fog comes with evermoreB
The wave wash of a lonely shoreB
And sea bird's melancholy cryB
As Nature fain would typifyB
The sadness of a closing sceneX
The loss of that which should have beenY
But where thy native mountains bareB
Their foreheads to diviner airB
Fit emblem of enduring fameZ
One lofty summit keeps thy nameZ
For thee the cosmic forces didB
The rearing of that pyramidB
The prescient ages shaping withA2
Fire flood and frost thy monolithB2
Sunrise and sunset lay thereonC2
With hands of light their benisonC2
The stars of midnight pause to setB
Their jewels in its coronetB
And evermore that mountain massD2
Seems climbing from the shadowy passD2
To light as if to manifestB
Thy nobler self thy life at bestB

John Greenleaf Whittier



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