Twenty-third Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLM NOPO QRQR STUT OVOV DPBP WXYX VZVZ A2B2A2B2 C2DC2D| Who shall change our vile body that it may be fashioned like unto | A |
| His glorious body according to the working whereby He is able even | B |
| to subdue all things onto Himself Philippians iii | C |
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| Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun | D |
| The line of yellow light dies fast away | E |
| That crowned the eastern copse and chill and dun | D |
| Falls on the moor the brief November day | E |
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| Now the tired hunter winds a parting note | F |
| And Echo hide good night from every glade | G |
| Yet wait awhile and see the calm heaves float | F |
| Each to his rest beneath their parent shade | G |
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| How like decaying life they seem to glide | H |
| And yet no second spring have they in store | I |
| But where they fall forgotten to abide | H |
| Is all their portion and they ask no more | I |
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| Soon o'er their heads blithe April airs shall sing | J |
| A thousand wild flowers round them shall unfold | K |
| The green buds glisten in the dews of Spring | J |
| And all be vernal rapture as of old | K |
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| Unconscious they in waste oblivion lie | L |
| In all the world of busy life around | M |
| No thought of them in all the bounteous sky | L |
| No drop for them of kindly influence found | M |
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| Man's portion is to die and rise again | N |
| Yet he complains while these unmurmuring part | O |
| With their sweet lives as pure from sin and stain | P |
| As his when Eden held his virgin heart | O |
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| And haply half unblamed his murmuring voice | Q |
| Might sound in Heaven were all his second life | R |
| Only the first renewed the heathen's choice | Q |
| A round of listless joy and weary strife | R |
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| For dreary were this earth if earth were all | S |
| Tho' brightened oft by dear Affection's kiss | T |
| Who for the spangles wears the funeral pall | U |
| But catch a gleam beyond it and 'tis bliss | T |
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| Heavy and dull this frame of limbs and heart | O |
| Whether slow creeping on cold earth or borne | V |
| On lofty steed or loftier prow we dart | O |
| O'er wave or field yet breezes laugh to scorn | V |
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| Our puny speed and birds and clouds in heaven | D |
| And fish living shafts that pierce the main | P |
| And stars that shoot through freezing air at even | B |
| Who but would follow might he break his chain | P |
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| And thou shalt break it soon the grovelling worm | W |
| Shall find his wings and soar as fast and free | X |
| As his transfigured Lord with lightning form | Y |
| And snowy vest such grace He won for thee | X |
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| When from the grave He sprang at dawn of morn | V |
| And led through boundless air thy conquering road | Z |
| Leaving a glorious track where saints new born | V |
| Might fearless follow to their blest abode | Z |
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| But first by many a stern and fiery blast | A2 |
| The world's rude furnace must thy blood refine | B2 |
| And many a gale of keenest woe be passed | A2 |
| Till every pulse beat true to airs divine | B2 |
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| Till every limb obey the mounting soul | C2 |
| The mounting soul the call by Jesus given | D |
| He who the stormy heart can so control | C2 |
| The laggard body soon will waft to Heaven | D |
John Keble
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