The Call Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCA DEDFFE GHIGHJJI KGKGLMML NDONDPQQPO GRSTSTGP PPUVUWFF| Mother of her who is close to my heart | A |
| Cease to chide | B |
| For no small thing must I wander afar | C |
| From the tender arms and lips of my bride | B |
| My love with eyes like the glowing star | C |
| In the twilight sky apart | A |
| - | |
| Coulds't thou have seen Him standing there | D |
| Ere the day was born | E |
| With the mild high look that was like a prayer | D |
| Thou woulds't not marvel that I must leave all | F |
| I hold most dear to answer the call | F |
| Of that wonderful morn | E |
| - | |
| We were casting our nets in the sea | G |
| Andrew and I | H |
| Over the mountains a young wind came | I |
| To kiss the waters of Galilee | G |
| And in the calm blue northern sky | H |
| The gleaming crest of old Hermon rose | J |
| Girt with its diadem of snows | J |
| And the east was smit with flame | I |
| - | |
| All our thoughts were simple and glad | K |
| As toilers' should be | G |
| Andrew that careless dark eyed lad | K |
| Sang a song right merrily | G |
| Joyous of melody and word | L |
| As he worked with oar and net and sail | M |
| But I dreamed of the face that would blush and pale | M |
| When my step should be heard | L |
| - | |
| Then as we lifted heedless eyes | N |
| We saw Him there | D |
| Where the silver waters curled on the shore | O |
| Behind Him the radiance of the skies | N |
| Shining over His long fair hair | D |
| Wreathed it as with a crown of light | P |
| And oh the grandeur and the grace | Q |
| Of that pale and kingly face | Q |
| We were weary and hungered with toil of the night | P |
| But we thought not of it more | O |
| - | |
| He looked upon us with eyes that must see | G |
| Far in our hearts past mortal ken | R |
| All the delights of the world grew dim | S |
| Sweeter is seemed to suffer pain | T |
| And wander outcast of men with Him | S |
| Than share in another's joy and gain | T |
| Spake He thus royally quot Come with me | G |
| I will make you fishers of men quot | P |
| - | |
| Mother of her who weeps at my side | P |
| Cease to chide | P |
| Thou knowest not how that one word rings | U |
| Ever by day and by night in my ear | V |
| I cannot hearken to olden things | U |
| I cannot listen to hope or fear | W |
| Mother of her who is dearest of all | F |
| I must follow the Nazarene's call | F |
Lucy Maud Montgomery
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