The Meeting Of Spirits Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEEAFFGGHIJKLKIL MNNMOO PQQPRSSTRTUVWXWVYM YZVCZCVDDA2B2 A2C2C2D2E2F2G2F2G2FF H2I2I2H2 J2VK2PJ2PVK2From out the dark of death before the gates | A |
Flung wide that open into paradise | B |
More radiant than the white gates of the morn | C |
A human soul new born | C |
Stood with glad wonder in its luminous eyes | D |
For all the glory of that blessed place | E |
Flowed thence and made a halo round the face | E |
gentle and strong with the rapt faith that waits | A |
And faints not sweet with hallowing pain | F |
The face was as a sunset after rain | F |
with a grave tender brightness Now it turned | G |
From the white splendours where God's glory burned | G |
And the long ranks of quiring cherubim | H |
Each with wing shaded eyelids near the throne | I |
Who sang and ceased not the adoring hymn | J |
Of Holy Holy And the cloud of smoke | K |
Went up from the waved censers with the prayers | L |
Of saints that wafted outward blessing freighted broke | K |
Around him standing at the gate alone | I |
All down the radiant slope of golden stairs | L |
By which he climbed so late from earth to heaven | M |
It rolled impalpable a fragrant cloud | N |
And still turned from the Alleluias loud | N |
Beyond the portal guarding angels seven | M |
He listened earthward for a voice a sound | O |
Out of the dark that spread heneath profound | O |
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No wind of God stirred in that cloudy land | P |
That bordered all the River's thither side | Q |
To his that called no voice responsive cried | Q |
Or cleft the dark with flash of answering hand | P |
And soft the while sheathed as it were within | R |
The noise of heaven's rejoicing to him stole | S |
Beloved voices long to earth a sole | S |
Remembered sweetness only sacred kept | T |
As reliquaries are that guard from sin | R |
And wake the holy aim which else had slept | T |
How yearned his heart to those long parted ones | U |
The amaranth and the sacred flower which grew | V |
A saintly lily by the jasper wall | W |
Making light shadows on those wondrous stones | X |
As the wind touched its slender stems and tall | W |
Turned not to sunward more divinely true | V |
Than his most worshipping soul to that which made | Y |
The light of heaven | M |
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But now the nether shade | Y |
Grew luminous with white ascending wings | Z |
And radiant arms of angels who upbore | V |
With tender hands another soul new born | C |
Fairer than that last star whose bearing flings | Z |
Another beauty on the brow of morn | C |
Nearer the lovely vision rose and more | V |
Aerial clear each moment to his eyes | D |
Who stood in ecstacy of glad surprise | D |
And looks of joyous welcome while the air was stirred | A2 |
With the swift winnowing plumes approaching | B2 |
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This I heard | A2 |
And only this Oh haste thee spirit blest | C2 |
For thee and me remains at length the rest | C2 |
The welcome end of life's long toilsome road | D2 |
That leads us to our Father and our God | E2 |
And Oh beloved is it thou indeed | F2 |
Hast reached before me these fair heavenly lands | G2 |
Who taught thine infant lips with reverent heed | F2 |
To say Our Father with small upraised hands | G2 |
How lovely are thine eyes that have no pain | F |
And thy worn cheek that keeps no travel stain | F |
From mid noon labour called to thy reward | H2 |
While I at evening a forgotten sheaf | I2 |
Still left afield in mingled trust and grief | I2 |
Waited the footsteps of our harvest Lord | H2 |
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I heard no more for wave succeeding wave | J2 |
A sea of intermittent music swelled and grew | V |
And filled the dome of heaven all sharply cut | K2 |
With spires of glittering crystal all the land | P |
Throbbed with the pulse of music keen which clave | J2 |
A shining path before them hand in hand | P |
With their rapt faces toward the throne the two | V |
Went in together and the gates were shut | K2 |
Kate Seymour Maclean
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