In A Columbarium Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHIJ BKBKLL FMFMNN OCOCPP LKLKKK KQKQRR SKSKKK PTPUKK IEIEVV KPKPVV WPWPKKThe autumn sun still bravely streams | A |
Along the tomb girt Appian Way | B |
And warms the heart of one who dreams | A |
Of all its splendor on the day | B |
When Scipio triumphed bringing home | C |
The spoils of Africa to Rome | C |
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On this same road the conqueror came | D |
Called Africanus the Divine | E |
By thousands who adored his fame | D |
And proudly watched the endless line | E |
Of Punic captives in his train | F |
And trophies won on Zama's plain | F |
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To day the vast Campagna rolls | G |
In stately grandeur to the sea | H |
But where are now the countless souls | G |
Whose dwelling place this used to be | H |
When all its space to Ostia's gate | I |
Lay peopled and inviolate | J |
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Ask of the Claudian arches gray | B |
Which stride toward Rome in broken lines | K |
Ask of the lizards at their play | B |
On relics of the Antonines | K |
Ask of the fever blighted shore | L |
Where Roman galleys ride no more | L |
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Yet some poor traces still remain | F |
Of those who here have lived and died | M |
For underneath this solemn plain | F |
The Christian catacombs still hide | M |
A city of sepulchral gloom | N |
The martyrs' labyrinthine tomb | N |
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Moreover in this classic soil | O |
Where sleeps so much of ancient Rome | C |
A simple peasant at his toil | O |
Discovered 'neath the upturned loam | C |
The spot to which I now have come | P |
A Roman Columbarium | P |
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Down through its modern open door | L |
A flood of mellow sunshine falls | K |
In golden waves from roof to floor | L |
Revealing in its moss grown walls | K |
The dove cotes where one still discerns | K |
The fragments of old funeral urns | K |
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One vacant niche whose ampler space | K |
Betokens special love and care | Q |
Contained no doubt a sculptured face | K |
Above the hallowed ashes there | Q |
While just beneath faint letters spell | R |
A faithful woman's fond farewell | R |
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How often on love's winged feet | S |
She doubtless sought this dear recess | K |
To deck with floral offerings sweet | S |
Her sepulchre of happiness | K |
Whose script despite two thousand years | K |
Preserves the memory of her tears | K |
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Rome's annals hint not of the name | P |
Of him whose dust lay treasured here | T |
But could the fleeting breath of fame | P |
Have made him to her heart more dear | U |
A word of tenderness outweighs | K |
In woman's soul a world of praise | K |
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What though remote from pomp and state | I |
At Caesar's court he could not shine | E |
Less blest had surely been his fate | I |
Upon the lustful Palatine | E |
And mutual love wherever viewed | V |
Is life's supreme beatitude | V |
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Alas the urn no longer stands | K |
Within the little alcove dim | P |
Gone also are the faithful hands | K |
That hung sweet roses on its rim | P |
And vanished even is the bust | V |
Which watched above the sacred dust | V |
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Yet still its words of love survive | W |
The shocks and tragedies of time | P |
And bid our drooping hearts revive | W |
Inculcating the faith sublime | P |
That while the urn in ruin lies | K |
Love soars immortal to the skies | K |
John L. Stoddard
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