In A Columbarium Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHIJ BKBKLL FMFMNN OCOCPP LKLKKK KQKQRR SKSKKK PTPUKK IEIEVV KPKPVV WPWPKK

The autumn sun still bravely streamsA
Along the tomb girt Appian WayB
And warms the heart of one who dreamsA
Of all its splendor on the dayB
When Scipio triumphed bringing homeC
The spoils of Africa to RomeC
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On this same road the conqueror cameD
Called Africanus the DivineE
By thousands who adored his fameD
And proudly watched the endless lineE
Of Punic captives in his trainF
And trophies won on Zama's plainF
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To day the vast Campagna rollsG
In stately grandeur to the seaH
But where are now the countless soulsG
Whose dwelling place this used to beH
When all its space to Ostia's gateI
Lay peopled and inviolateJ
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Ask of the Claudian arches grayB
Which stride toward Rome in broken linesK
Ask of the lizards at their playB
On relics of the AntoninesK
Ask of the fever blighted shoreL
Where Roman galleys ride no moreL
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Yet some poor traces still remainF
Of those who here have lived and diedM
For underneath this solemn plainF
The Christian catacombs still hideM
A city of sepulchral gloomN
The martyrs' labyrinthine tombN
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Moreover in this classic soilO
Where sleeps so much of ancient RomeC
A simple peasant at his toilO
Discovered 'neath the upturned loamC
The spot to which I now have comeP
A Roman ColumbariumP
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Down through its modern open doorL
A flood of mellow sunshine fallsK
In golden waves from roof to floorL
Revealing in its moss grown wallsK
The dove cotes where one still discernsK
The fragments of old funeral urnsK
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One vacant niche whose ampler spaceK
Betokens special love and careQ
Contained no doubt a sculptured faceK
Above the hallowed ashes thereQ
While just beneath faint letters spellR
A faithful woman's fond farewellR
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How often on love's winged feetS
She doubtless sought this dear recessK
To deck with floral offerings sweetS
Her sepulchre of happinessK
Whose script despite two thousand yearsK
Preserves the memory of her tearsK
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Rome's annals hint not of the nameP
Of him whose dust lay treasured hereT
But could the fleeting breath of fameP
Have made him to her heart more dearU
A word of tenderness outweighsK
In woman's soul a world of praiseK
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What though remote from pomp and stateI
At Caesar's court he could not shineE
Less blest had surely been his fateI
Upon the lustful PalatineE
And mutual love wherever viewedV
Is life's supreme beatitudeV
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Alas the urn no longer standsK
Within the little alcove dimP
Gone also are the faithful handsK
That hung sweet roses on its rimP
And vanished even is the bustV
Which watched above the sacred dustV
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Yet still its words of love surviveW
The shocks and tragedies of timeP
And bid our drooping hearts reviveW
Inculcating the faith sublimeP
That while the urn in ruin liesK
Love soars immortal to the skiesK

John L. Stoddard



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