Frank Little At Calvary Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHCBIJKLM NOPHQRSQT UBVAWXYZA2A2W AB2C2D2E2DF2QF2 RA2G2H2I2NWTJ2NYT K2L2M2N2N2RC2 A O2P2C2VQ2 R2 C2S2 A WT2Q2U2BV2WW2X2Q2Y2X 2E2Z2WE2 E2KE2A3E2KE2Q2 B B3E2BE2BI | A |
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He walked under the shadow of the Hill | B |
Where men are fed into the fires | C |
And walled apart | D |
Unarmed and alone | E |
He summoned his mates from the pit's mouth | F |
Where tools rested on the floors | G |
And great cranes swung | H |
Unemptied on the iron girders | C |
And they who were the Lords of the Hill | B |
Were seized with a great fear | I |
When they heard out of the silence of wheels | J |
The answer ringing | K |
In endless reverberations | L |
Under the mountain | M |
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So they covered up their faces | N |
And crept upon him as he slept | O |
Out of eye holes in black cloth | P |
They looked upon him who had flung | H |
Between them and their ancient prey | Q |
The frail barricade of his life | R |
And when night that has connived at so much | S |
Was heavy with the unborn day | Q |
They haled him from his bed | T |
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Who might know of that wild ride | U |
Only the bleak Hill | B |
The red Hill vigilant | V |
Like a blood shot eye | A |
In the black mask of night | W |
Dared watch them as they raced | X |
By each blind folded street | Y |
Godiva might have ridden down | Z |
But when they stopped beside the Place | A2 |
I know he turned his face | A2 |
Wistfully to the accessory night | W |
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And when he saw against the sky | A |
Sagged like a silken net | B2 |
Under its load of stars | C2 |
The black bridge poised | D2 |
Like a gigantic spider motionless | E2 |
I know there was a silence in his heart | D |
As of a frozen sea | F2 |
Where some half lifted arm mid way | Q |
Wavers and drops heavily | F2 |
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I know he waved to life | R |
And that life signaled back transcending space | A2 |
To each high powered sense | G2 |
So that he missed no gesture of the wind | H2 |
Drawing the shut leaves close | I2 |
So that he saw the light on comrades' faces | N |
Of camp fires out of sight | W |
And the savor of meat and bread | T |
Blew in his nostrils and the breath | J2 |
Of unrailed spaces | N |
Where shut wild clover smelled as sweet | Y |
As a virgin in her bed | T |
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I know he looked once at America | K2 |
Quiescent with her great flanks on the globe | L2 |
And once at the skies whirling above him | M2 |
Then all that he had spoken against | N2 |
And struck against and thrust against | N2 |
Over the frail barricade of his life | R |
Rushed between him and the stars | C2 |
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II | A |
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Life thunders on | O2 |
Over the black bridge | P2 |
The line of lighted cars | C2 |
Creeps like a monstrous serpent | V |
Spooring gold | Q2 |
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Watchman what of the track | R2 |
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Night silence stars | C2 |
All's Well | S2 |
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III | A |
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Light | W |
Breaking mists | T2 |
Hills gliding like hands out of a slipping hold | Q2 |
Light over the pit mouths | U2 |
Streaming in tenuous rays down the black gullets of the Hill | B |
The copper insensate sleeping in the buried lode | V2 |
Light | W |
Forcing the clogged windows of arsenals | W2 |
Probing with long sentient fingers in the copper chips | X2 |
Gleaming metallic and cold | Q2 |
In numberless slivers of steel | Y2 |
Light over the trestles and the iron clips | X2 |
Of the black bridge poised like a gigantic spider motionless | E2 |
Sweet inquisition of light like a child's wonder | Z2 |
Intrusive innocently staring light | W |
That nothing appals | E2 |
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Light in the slow fumbling summer leaves | E2 |
Cooing and calling | K |
All winged and avid things | E2 |
Waking the early flies keen to the scent | A3 |
Green jeweled iridescent flies | E2 |
Unerringly steering | K |
Swarming over the blackened lips | E2 |
The young day sprays with indiscriminate gold | Q2 |
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Watchman what of the Hill | B |
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Wheels turn | B3 |
The laden cars | E2 |
Go rumbling to the mill | B |
And Labor walks beside the mules | E2 |
All's Well with the Hill | B |
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