The Question Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL MNONPQHQ RSTSTUVU WXYXCZCZ A2B2A2C2D2E2F2F G2CG2CH2I2J2I2

WHAT can he ail I hear them askA
And what can make his cheek so paleB
Ah that to answer were a taskA
For which no effort could availB
To say I love were but to sayC
What many another might as wellD
Who never felt the cruel swayC
Which makes my heart with sorrow swellD
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Dear are the pains of love and sweetE
Yet he who loves and loves in vainF
Endures a torment more completeE
Than any love unsweetened painF
Nay keener than the savage fangsG
Which limb from limb their victim tearH
And much more cruel are the pangsG
Which drive a lover to despairH
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With feelings racked without a sparkI
Of hope to give those feelings restJ
The darksome grave is not so darkI
As is the chaos in his breastJ
The brightest hour that comes and goesK
Might just as well be dull as brightL
His grief o'er all a shadow throwsK
That hides the splendour from his sightL
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Unmoved he eyes the sun ariseM
Yea doth without a thrill beholdN
The sun down go at ev'ning tho'O
He settles in a sea of goldN
The sweetest flower of field or bowerP
The brightest star by night revealedQ
To him's not rare nor sweet nor fairH
For him no joyous beam can yieldQ
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The tempest swells and roars and yellsR
Up tears and heaves to earth the oakS
The death bolts crash the lightnings flashT
And cities wrap in flame and smokeS
Let thunder crash and lightnings flashT
And bid him perish as they canU
The storm he hears no death dart bearsV
Like that which makes his life a banU
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O'er all he sees o'er all he hearsW
The raven shades of woe are castX
And all his hopes delights and fearsY
Are now but phantoms of the pastX
The past the present future ayC
To all he's dead and cold exceptZ
The worm that eats the heart awayC
Wherein Peace long her vigils keptZ
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He wanders wide of human hauntsA2
What others do he little reeksB2
Their very sympathy or tauntsA2
Can little soothe can little vexC2
Where e'er he moves where e'er he turnsD2
One but one image meets his kenE2
For that he yearns and pines and mournsF2
And yearns and mourns for that in vainF
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Away away with questions whichG2
No mortal yet could answer nayC
My pangs are far beyond the pitchG2
Of seraph tongue or pen to sayC
To speak of love were but to speakH2
Of what another might whose heartI2
Was never forced like mine to breakJ2
Yet while it breaks to hide the smartI2

Joseph Skipsey



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