The Singing Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE FGFGHIHI JKJKL LM NOPNPQKOQPKP NRNRSMSM TPTPUEUE NPNPQNQQPPNNP A VWWXYYXVVWXXZZA2B2A2 B2C2C2D2D2D2D2 WWWE2E2PPNNTTD2D2 F2F2G2G2D2D2D2D2 WWH2H2I2J2K2K2SSL2M2 N2N2D2D2 VVO2DP2P2Q2Q2D2 D2 D2R2D2R2D2D2 A WWS2S2E2P2T2E2P2T2N2 N2U2U2D2D2N2N2KV2KW2 N2N2N2R2D2R2D2 QQX2Y2N2N2N2N2VV D2 S2S2D2D2Z2Z2A3A3 D2D2D2D2D2D2A2A2B3B3 VVC3C3 S2S2S2D3D3 Z2ZZ2ZE3E3Z2Z2 N2N2N2N2 Z2Z2N2N2N2N2Z2Z2Z2Z2 D2 Z2Z2Z2Z2D2Z2D2Z2 F3G3F3G3H3D2H3D2 N2VN2| I | A |
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| He sang above the vineyards of the world | B |
| And after him the vines with woven hands | C |
| Clambered and clung and everywhere unfurled | B |
| Triumphing green above the barren lands | C |
| Till high as gardens grow he climbed he stood | D |
| Sun crowned with life and strength and singing toil | E |
| And looked upon his work and it was good | D |
| The corn the wine the oil | E |
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| He sang above the noon The topmost cleft | F |
| That grudged him footing on the mountain scars | G |
| He planted and despaired not till he left | F |
| His vines soft breathing to the host of stars | G |
| He wrought he tilled and even as he sang | H |
| The creatures of his planting laughed to scorn | I |
| The ancient threat of deserts where there sprang | H |
| The wine the oil the corn | I |
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| He sang not for abundance Over lords | J |
| Took of his tilth Yet was there still to reap | K |
| The portion of his labor dear rewards | J |
| Of sunlit day and bread and human sleep | K |
| He sang for strength for glory of the light | L |
| He dreamed above the furrows 'They are mine ' | - |
| When all he wrought stood fair before his sight | L |
| With corn and oil and wine | M |
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| Truly the light is sweet | N |
| Yea and a pleasant thing | O |
| It is to see the Sun | P |
| And that a man should eat | N |
| His bread that he hath won | P |
| So is it sung and said | Q |
| That he should take and keep | K |
| After his laboring | O |
| The portion of his labor in his bread | Q |
| His bread that he hath won | P |
| Yea and in quiet sleep | K |
| When all is done | P |
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| He sang above the burden and the heat | N |
| Above all seasons with their fitful grace | R |
| Above the chance and change that led his feet | N |
| To this last ambush of the Market place | R |
| 'Enough for him ' they said and still they say | S |
| 'A crust with air to breathe and sun to shine | M |
| He asks no more ' Before they took away | S |
| The corn the oil the wine | M |
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| He sang No more he sings now anywhere | T |
| Light was enough before he was undone | P |
| They knew it well who took away the air | T |
| Who took away the sun | P |
| Who took to serve their soul devouring greed | U |
| Himself his breath his bread the goad of toil | E |
| Who have and hold before the eyes of Need | U |
| The corn the wine the oil | E |
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| Truly one thing is sweet | N |
| Of things beneath the Sun | P |
| This that a man should earn his bread and eat | N |
| Rejoicing in his work which he hath done | P |
| What shall be sung or said | Q |
| Of desolate deceit | N |
| When others take his bread | Q |
| His and his children's bread | Q |
| And the laborer hath none | P |
| This for his portion now of all that he hath done | P |
| He earns and others eat | N |
| He starves they sit at meat | N |
| Who have taken away the Sun | P |
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| II | A |
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| Seek him now that singing Man | V |
| Look for him | W |
| Look for him | W |
| In the mills | X |
| In the mines | Y |
| Where the very daylight pines | Y |
| He who once did walk the hills | X |
| You shall find him if you scan | V |
| Shapes all unbefitting Man | V |
| Bodies warped and faces dim | W |
| In the mines in the mills | X |
| Where the ceaseless thunder fills | X |
| Spaces of the human brain | Z |
| Till all thought is turned to pain | Z |
| Where the skirl of wheel on wheel | A2 |
| Grinding him who is their tool | B2 |
| Makes the shattered senses reel | A2 |
| To the numbness of the fool | B2 |
| Perisht thought and halting tongue | C2 |
| Once it spoke once it sung | C2 |
| Live to hunger dead to song | D2 |
| Only heart beats loud with wrong | D2 |
| Hammer on How long | D2 |
| How long How long | D2 |
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| Search for him | W |
| Search for him | W |
| Where the crazy atoms swim | W |
| Up the fiery furnace blast | E2 |
| You shall find him at the last | E2 |
| He whose forehead braved the sun | P |
| Wreckt and tortured and undone | P |
| Where no breath across the heat | N |
| Whispers him that life was sweet | N |
| But the sparkles mock and flare | T |
| Scattering up the crooked air | T |
| Blackened with that bitter mirk | D2 |
| Would God know His handiwork | D2 |
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| Thought is not for such as he | F2 |
| Naught but strength and misery | F2 |
| Since for just the bite and sup | G2 |
| Life must needs be swallowed up | G2 |
| Only reeling up the sky | D2 |
| Hurtling flames that hurry by | D2 |
| Gasp and flare with Why Why | D2 |
| Why | D2 |
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| Why the human mind of him | W |
| Shrinks and falters and is dim | W |
| When he tries to make it out | H2 |
| What the torture is about | H2 |
| Why he breathes a fugitive | I2 |
| Whom the World forbids to live | J2 |
| Why he earned for his abode | K2 |
| Habitation of the toad | K2 |
| Why his fevered day by day | S |
| Will not serve to drive away | S |
| Horror that must always haunt | L2 |
| Want Want | M2 |
| Nightmare shot with waking pangs | N2 |
| Tightening coil and certain fangs | N2 |
| Close and closer always nigh | D2 |
| Why Why | D2 |
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| Why he labors under ban | V |
| That denies him for a man | V |
| Why his utmost drop of blood | O2 |
| Buys for him no human good | D |
| Why his utmost urge of strength | P2 |
| Only lets Them starve at length | P2 |
| Will not let him starve alone | Q2 |
| He must watch and see his own | Q2 |
| Fade and fail and starve and die | D2 |
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| Why Why | D2 |
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| Heart beats in a hammering song | D2 |
| Heavy as an ox may plod | R2 |
| Goaded goaded faint with wrong | D2 |
| Cry unto some ghost of God | R2 |
| How long How long | D2 |
| How long | D2 |
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| III | A |
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| Seek him yet Search for him | W |
| You shall find him spent and grim | W |
| In the prisons where we pen | S2 |
| These unsightly shards of men | S2 |
| Sheltered fast | E2 |
| Housed at length | P2 |
| Clothed and fed no matter how | T2 |
| Where the householders aghast | E2 |
| Measure in his broken strength | P2 |
| Nought but power for evil now | T2 |
| Beast of burden drudgeries | N2 |
| Could not earn him what was his | N2 |
| He who heard the world applaud | U2 |
| Glories seized by force and fraud | U2 |
| He must break he must take | D2 |
| Both for hate and hunger's sake | D2 |
| He must seize by fraud and force | N2 |
| He must strike without remorse | N2 |
| Seize he might but never keep | K |
| Strike his once Behold him here | V2 |
| Human life we buy so cheap | K |
| Who should know we held it dear | W2 |
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| No denial no defence | N2 |
| From a brain bereft of sense | N2 |
| Any more than penitence | N2 |
| But the heart beats now that plod | R2 |
| Goaded goaded dumb with wrong | D2 |
| Ask not even a ghost of God | R2 |
| How long | D2 |
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| When the Sea gives up its dead | Q |
| Prison caverns yield instead | Q |
| This rejected and despised | X2 |
| This the Soiled and Sacrificed | Y2 |
| Without form or comeliness | N2 |
| Shamed for us that did transgress | N2 |
| Bruised for our iniquities | N2 |
| With the stripes that are all his | N2 |
| Face that wreckage you who can | V |
| It was once the Singing Man | V |
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| IV | D2 |
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| Must it be Must we then | S2 |
| Render back to God again | S2 |
| This His broken work this thing | D2 |
| For His man that once did sing | D2 |
| Will not all our wonders do | Z2 |
| Gifts we stored the ages through | Z2 |
| Trusting that He had forgot | A3 |
| Gifts the Lord requir d not | A3 |
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| Would the all but human serve | D2 |
| Monsters made of stone and nerve | D2 |
| Towers to threaten and defy | D2 |
| Curse or blessing of the sky | D2 |
| Shafts that blot the stars with smoke | D2 |
| Lightnings harnessed under yoke | D2 |
| Sea things air things wrought with steel | A2 |
| That may smite and fly and feel | A2 |
| Oceans calling each to each | B3 |
| Hostile hearts with kindred speech | B3 |
| Every work that Titans can | V |
| Every marvel save a man | V |
| Who might rule without a sword | C3 |
| Is a man more precious Lord | C3 |
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| Can it be Must we then | S2 |
| Render back to Thee again | S2 |
| Million million wasted men | S2 |
| Men of flickering human breath | D3 |
| Only made for life and death | D3 |
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| Ah but see the sovereign Few | Z2 |
| Highly favored that remain | Z |
| These the glorious residue | Z2 |
| Of the cherished race of Cain | Z |
| These the magnates of the age | E3 |
| High above the human wage | E3 |
| Who have numbered and possesst | Z2 |
| All the portion of the rest | Z2 |
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| What are all despairs and shames | N2 |
| What the mean forgotten names | N2 |
| Of the thousand more or less | N2 |
| For one surfeit of success | N2 |
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| For those dullest lives we spent | Z2 |
| Take these Few magnificent | Z2 |
| For that host of blotted ones | N2 |
| Take these glittering central suns | N2 |
| Few but how their lustre thrives | N2 |
| On the million broken lives | N2 |
| Splendid over dark and doubt | Z2 |
| For a million souls gone out | Z2 |
| These the holders of our hoard | Z2 |
| Wilt thou not accept them Lord | Z2 |
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| V | D2 |
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| Oh in the wakening thunders of the heart | Z2 |
| The small lost Eden troubled through the night | Z2 |
| Sounds there not now forboded and apart | Z2 |
| Some voice and sword of light | Z2 |
| Some voice and portent of a dawn to break | D2 |
| Searching like God the ruinous human shard | Z2 |
| Of that lost Brother man Himself did make | D2 |
| And Man himself hath marred | Z2 |
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| It sounds And may the anguish of that birth | F3 |
| Seize on the world and may all shelters fail | G3 |
| Till we behold new Heaven and new Earth | F3 |
| Through the rent Temple vail | G3 |
| When the high tides that threaten near and far | H3 |
| To sweep away our guilt before the sky | D2 |
| Flooding the waste of this dishonored Star | H3 |
| Cleanse and o'erwhelm and cry | D2 |
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| Cry from the deep of world accusing waves | N2 |
| With longing more than all since Light began | V |
| Above the nations underneath the graves | N2 |
| 'Give back the Singing Man ' | - |
Josephine Preston Peabody
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