Brahm Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCCDEEEF GGGFHHHFFFFFF IIIFJJJFJJFFFFF KKLLMMFFNNJJJJJJFFFF OOPPQQRRSSTTUU FFJJVVWWJJXX YYZA2JJJJB2B2 C2C2YYD2E2YYFFFJJFFF F JJF2F2FA2A2A2F2FSSF G2B2FFFF H2H2H2H2H2FJJF TTTTTFI2I2I2F JJJFZZZZZZZZZZZFJ2J2 J2FJJJJF YYYYFK2K2YYFSSFJJJJF| A spectral film that came and went | A |
| In its elusive way gave vent | A |
| In some unreal words which meant | A |
| 'I think therefore I am ' | B |
| That phantasm only thought it thought | C |
| A vain conception crudely wrought | C |
| An egotistic sham | D |
| Which brings us up against the fact | E |
| By Chunder's attestation backed | E |
| There is no Substance Thought nor Act | E |
| Nothing exists but Brahm | F |
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| This quaint contraption here below | G |
| Is not a magic shadow show | G |
| Where phantom figures come and go | G |
| As held by old Khayyam | F |
| A show has time and space enough | H |
| But here we only have such stuff | H |
| As dreams are made of mental fluff | H |
| And visionary flam | F |
| Throughout the universal scheme | F |
| Be sure things tare not what they seem | F |
| To quote a well known psalm | F |
| They're only whimsies of a dream | F |
| A transient dream of Brahm | F |
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| All through the cycles of the Past | I |
| At which Notation stands aghast | I |
| He has subsisted first and last | I |
| Lone functionless and calm | F |
| Nothing extraneous can obtrude | J |
| Upon his Sabbath quietude | J |
| Or discompose his tranquil mood | J |
| For nothing is but Brahm | F |
| 'The Past and Present here unite | J |
| Beneath Time's flowing tide' to cite | J |
| A Bard of Uncle Sam | F |
| For Time stretched out in aeons dim | F |
| To Apprehension's very rim | F |
| Is insignificant to him | F |
| A Bagetelle to Brahm | F |
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| For once in his negation deep | K |
| He somehow chanced to drop asleep | K |
| And through that forty wings there ran | L |
| A flitting dream So time began | L |
| He dreamed this stellar lens of ours | M |
| Which mocks at telescopic powers | M |
| Innumerable suns sublime | F |
| At furious speed yet keeping time | F |
| And so remote that to the eye | N |
| They look like fixtures in the sky | N |
| But that's a trifle Round about | J |
| A million light years further out | J |
| The wisps of nebular portend | J |
| Sidereal schemes without an end | J |
| And this is no poetic flight | J |
| Nor idiotic blatherskite | J |
| Nor what is termed a cram | F |
| However vast these plans may seem | F |
| They're only figments of a dream | F |
| A trifling dream of Brahm | F |
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| He dreamed our System's fiery gas | O |
| Condensing into solid mass | O |
| And during several billion years | P |
| Evolving planetary spheres | P |
| But take this globe alone to prove | Q |
| How things have moved or seemed to move | Q |
| He dreamed some pulpy form of life | R |
| Mutation slow and savage strife | R |
| With Nature's forces all in play | S |
| And Darwin's system under way | S |
| While bits of hide and tufts of hair | T |
| For countless centuries fill'd the air | T |
| And only those were left alive | U |
| Whose fitness caused them to survive | U |
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| Monsters that lived in Gulfs of slime | F |
| With names that balk and baffle rhyme | F |
| Prodigious sloths whose daily food | J |
| Was half a ton of leaves and wood | J |
| Grim saurians of terrific strength | V |
| A quarter of a mile in length | V |
| Unsightly bats with twelve foot wings | W |
| And endless tribes of fearsome things | W |
| Cull'd down in point of fact so fit | J |
| That they should thrive in Sheol's pit | J |
| And breathe its exhalations thick | X |
| Holding their own with Ancient Nick | X |
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| And so while ocean bottoms rose | Y |
| To stand awhile as high plateaus | Y |
| And mountains sank beneath the main | Z |
| To rise time after time again | A2 |
| And rocks were formed and strata rent | J |
| And Polar ice caps came and went | J |
| And geological ages pass'd | J |
| Each an improvement on the last | J |
| And on the wrinkled crust of earth | B2 |
| More decent forms of life had birth | B2 |
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| Man was evolved a product queer | C2 |
| A breed that it would pay to sheer | C2 |
| And which it might be safe to say | Y |
| Has reached a higher stage to day | Y |
| Since restless generations gone | D2 |
| Have passed a few ideas on | E2 |
| But bear in mind this human race | Y |
| Diverse in colour smell and face | Y |
| These off shoots from the simian stem | F |
| The Sons of Japheth and of Shem | F |
| The progeny of Ham | F |
| With mongrel races that infest | J |
| The isles and mainlands east and west | J |
| From Chili to Siam | F |
| Are less than ripples in a stream | F |
| They're only ripples on a dream | F |
| Namely the dream of BRAHM | F |
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| Even that race divinely nursed | J |
| Which for its virtues has been cursed | J |
| And booted into seven times seven | F2 |
| By every nation under Heaven | F2 |
| The seed of Abraham | F |
| And those brave lions in their den | A2 |
| Each one a match for aliens ten | A2 |
| With fist or rifle bat or pen | A2 |
| I mean God's modest Englishmen | F2 |
| Whose very fog is balm | F |
| These are less tangible withal | S |
| Than shadowy rabbits on the wall | S |
| Nothing exists but BRAHM | F |
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| Our swarming brethren of the North | G2 |
| Whatever you may judge them worth | B2 |
| Sling Muck and Soogoo Ram | F |
| Are fantoids like yourself and me | F |
| Though differing somewhat in degree | F |
| Nothing exists but BRAHM | F |
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| That Fatman dining at his club | H2 |
| On costly wet and sumptuous grub | H2 |
| The pilgrims in the roadside pub | H2 |
| The washerwoman at her tub | H2 |
| And Jacky in his native scrub | H2 |
| On bandicoot and yam | F |
| Are momentary sports of thought | J |
| That flicker out and come to nought | J |
| In this brief dream of BRAHM | F |
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| Illusion in the very air | T |
| If such an envelope were there | T |
| And things that seem to claim your care | T |
| Your Wife with her untidy hair | T |
| And Grandma in her easy chair | T |
| And baby in the pram | F |
| Are all a visionary crew | I2 |
| Which fact need never worry you | I2 |
| For you're an apparition too | I2 |
| Nothing exists but BRAHM | F |
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| But flies are in the ointment sweet | J |
| And jumpers in the cheese we eat | J |
| And maggots in the treacherous meat | J |
| And mildew on the jam | F |
| That is to say we might complain | Z |
| Of many a kink in things mundane | Z |
| Of barbarisms that still remain | Z |
| For instance 'Sport' imposing pain | Z |
| Monarchial 'loyalty' inane | Z |
| The gnats at which the Wowsers strain | Z |
| The camels that they entertain | Z |
| Sectarian bigotry insane | Z |
| The ruthless quest of sordid gain | Z |
| A sad perennial stream of bane | Z |
| Which only in a sense profane | Z |
| We're competent to dam | F |
| The feckless poet's cult of grog | J2 |
| The idle bummer's cadge for prog | J2 |
| The stern official's odious 'gog' | J2 |
| The flunkey's meek Salaam | F |
| Such provocations daily met | J |
| And grounds of meddlesome regret | J |
| Shall find their panacea yet | J |
| With ratling promptitude you bet | J |
| In this same dream of BRAHM | F |
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| Unquestionably no one knows | Y |
| The likely period of his doze | Y |
| But this we know that when he wakes | Y |
| We vanish in a brace of shakes | Y |
| Without dismay or qualm | F |
| The earth the sun and every star | K2 |
| Shall vanish like the freaks they are | K2 |
| The corn and oil the flower and grass | Y |
| The fig and vine shall simply pass | Y |
| The eucalypt and palm | F |
| The microbe small the ponderous whale | S |
| The greyhound swift the tardy snail | S |
| The lion and the lamb | F |
| The sand and granite quartz and schist | J |
| Shall vanish like a so called mist | J |
| Which the fictitious sun has kiss'd | J |
| Of course they never did exist | J |
| NOTHING EXISTS BUT BRAHM | F |
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