Third Sunday In Advent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD DDEFFE GGHIIH JKLMML NNOPPO QQRSSR TTUVVU WWVXXD YYZSSZ DDA2B2B2A2 YYUC2C2C2 D2D2E2MME2

What went ye out into the wilderness to see A reed shakenA
with the wind But what went ye out for to see AB
prophet yea I say unto you and more than a prophet StC
Matthew xiD
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What went ye out to seeD
O'er the rude sandy leaD
Where stately Jordan flows by many a palmE
Or where Gennesaret's waveF
Delights the flowers to laveF
That o'er her western slope breathe airs of balmE
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All through the summer nightG
Those blossoms red and brightG
Spread their soft breasts unheeding to the breezeH
Like hermits watching stillI
Around the sacred hillI
Where erst our Saviour watched upon His kneesH
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The Paschal moon aboveJ
Seems like a saint to roveK
Left shining in the world with Christ aloneL
Below the lake's still faceM
Sleeps sweetly in th' embraceM
Of mountains terrac'd high with mossy stoneL
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Here may we sit and dreamN
Over the heavenly themeN
Till to our soul the former days returnO
Till on the grassy bedP
Where thousands once He fedP
The world's incarnate Maker we discernO
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O cross no more the mainQ
Wandering so will and vainQ
To count the reeds that tremble in the windR
On listless dalliance boundS
Like children gazing roundS
Who on God's works no seal of Godhead findR
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Bask not in courtly bowerT
Or sun bright hall of powerT
Pass Babel quick and seek the holy landU
From robes of Tyrian dyeV
Turn with undazzled eyeV
To Bethlehem's glade or Carmel's haunted strandU
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Or choose thee out a cellW
In Kedron's storied dellW
Beside the springs of Love that never dieV
Among the olives kneelX
The chill night blast to feelX
And watch the Moon that saw thy Master's agonyD
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Then rise at dawn of dayY
And wind thy thoughtful wayY
Where rested once the Temple's stately shadeZ
With due feet tracing roundS
The city's northern boundS
To th' other holy garden where the Lord was laidZ
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Who thus alternate seeD
His death and victoryD
Rising and falling as on angel wingsA2
They while they seem to roamB2
Draw daily nearer homeB2
Their heart untravell'd still adores the King of kingsA2
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Or if at home they stayY
Yet are they day by dayY
In spirit journeying through the glorious landU
Not for light Fancy's reedC2
Nor Honour's purple meedC2
Nor gifted Prophet's lore nor Science' wondrous wandC2
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But more than Prophet moreD2
Than Angels can adoreD2
With face unveiled is He they go to seekE2
Blessed be God Whose graceM
Shows Him in every placeM
To homeliest hearts of pilgrims pure and meekE2

John Keble



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