Anhelli - Chapter 11 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB CD E FG HI J KLM NO J PQ RS TU VWR XYY ZA2 B2C2 D2E2 JYF2 JC2 G2 H2H2 I2I2J2K K2ZL2 YM2M2 N2AO2 JP2 Q2R2S2 GG2W T2U2 V2W2 K2 X2Y JR Y2 YZ2 YG A3YB3 C3D D3F2E3YB YY QF3 YG3

e hymn of the tombsA
complaining as it were a complaint of the ashes to GodB
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But as soon as the groans aroseC
an angel seated on the summit of the hill moved her wings and quieted themD
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And three times she did this for thrice did the tombs lamentE
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And Anhelli asked the Shaman what manner of angel was this with the white wingsF
and the dull star on her hair before whom the tombstones became quietG
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But the old man answered him naughtH
for he was covering the bodies of the dead with snow and was troubledI
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And Anhelli drawing near to that angel gazed upon her and fell like a man deadJ
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Then the Shaman having finished the burial of the dead menK
sought him with his eyesL
and seeing hirn nowhere went up on the hillM
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And discovering Anhelli's body he stumbled over him and cried out with painN
but perceiving that the youth lived he was comfortedO
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He took him thereupon by the hand and saidJ
'Rise It is not yet time for rest '-
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And rising Anhelli looked about himP
and hun his head before the Shaman like a man who is ashamed sayingQ
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'Lo I have perceived an angel like the womanR
whom I loved with all my soul when I was yet a childS
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'And I loved her in the purity of my heartT
wherefore my tears flow when I think of her and of my youthU
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'For lo I was with her as a tame bird that is afraidV
and I did not even take a kiss from her coral lips though I was near like a doveW
I say seated upon the shoulder of a maidenR
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'Today it is but a dreamX
Lo the sapphire heavens and the white stars gaze upon meY
are they the same stars that beheld me young and happyY
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'Why doth not a whirlwind arise to blow me away from the earthZ
and bear me to a quiet country Why am I aliveA2
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' Behold already I have not one hair on my head of those that were there of oldB2
behold even the bones in my body have renewed themselves but I still rememberC2
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'And there is not a single jackdaw in the air that hath not slept for one night of its life in a quiet nestD2
But me God hath forgotten Would that I might dieE2
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'For it seemeth to me that when I am deadJ
God Himself will be sorry for that which He hath done to meY
thinking that I shall not be born a second timeF2
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'Truly to be born is not the same as to rise from the deadJ
the coffin yieldeth us up but it doth not look upon us as doth a motherC2
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'Lo therefore is it grievous to me that I have beheld this angelG2
and I could wish to have died yesterday '-
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And the Shaman gazing at the stars said ' Verily as of old many were possessed of devilsH2
so to day many are possessed of pure angelsH2
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'What shall I do Lo I will drive all these souls from their bodiesI2
and give them leave to enter into water liliesI2
and to fly abroad among the rosy starsJ2
and to dwell in that which is most beautiful and to forsake menK
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'And dost thou know who this sorrowful angel is in the burial groundK2
Behold she is called Eloe and was born of Christ's tear on GolgothaZ
of that tear which was shed for the nationsL2
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'Elsewhere it is written of this angel even the grand daughter of the Virgin MaryY
how she sinned in pitying the suffering of the cherubim of darknessM2
and how she fell in love with one of them and flew after him into the darknessM2
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'And now she is an exile as ye are exilesN2
and she hath felt deep love for your tombsA
and she is the guardian of the gravestonesO2
saying to the bones Complain not but sleep '-
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'She driveth away the reindeer when they come to pull up the moss from under the heads of the deadJ
she is the shepherdess of the reindeerP2
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'Accustom thyself to her during thy lifeQ2
for she will walk upon thy grave in the light of the moonR2
accustom thyself to her voice that thou mayst not wake when she shall speakS2
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'Verily for those who are sorrowful this region is beautiful and not desolateG
for here the snow doth not stain the wings of the angels and these stars are beautifulG2
'Here the gulls fly and nest and make loveW
not thinking that there is a more beautiful fatherland '-
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So he spake and lifted up one of the skulls that lay uncoveredT2
and in it were young brother and sister birdsU2
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And they stretched out their little heads through the places where human eyes had beenV2
and the bone of the sleeping man was full of complaining woeW2
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And seizing it Anhelli flung it in wrath upon the groundK2
saying 'Away defiled church '-
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And a flame coming forth from the ground stood before him as in human formX2
in a bishop's robe with a mitre and cross on its head and all fieryY
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And it said with a mighty threat 'Lo ye have come to disturb the deadJ
is it not enough for dead men to have the whirlwinds above them and oblivionR
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'My hands have broken the host and now I extend them above you and curse youY2
saying Be ye accursed destroyer of tombs '-
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'And have I not suffered enough on my throne supported on my episcopal crosierY
praying for a country that was to perish like a man condemnedZ2
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'When Kimbar evoked SiberiaY
and set it before the face of the pale DietG
saying Behold here is our cross '-
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did I not go into exile like a pure man 'Who then will cast a reproach on me or my graveA3
Lo I died and they have forgotten meY
what more do ye desire of men who have diedB3
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'Ye see this white land here I dweltC3
ye see these bones I have lived with themD
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'And this is my bone this bone that hath fallen to dustD3
Men honoured it at one timeF2
and yet longer ago my mother kissed itE3
and today the gull hath woven a nest in the skull and dwelleth thereY
give ye peace to the white bird of GodB
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I knew her mother's mother where is sheY
Where are the finches that flew to dress in garlands of roses the dry trees of SiberiaY
that I might call to mind the apple trees of my gardens in the land of my fathers '-
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So he complained and Anhelli begged of him pardon for the dishonour to his bones sayingQ
'Lo soon I shall come to lie down with you curse me notF3
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'I thought that thou didst grieve for the contempt of thy bone is it then a sanctuaryY
now that it is full of birds' screeching But let it be as God hath willedG3

Juliusz Slowacki



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