At Nineveh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDCEFGHIHJKIKJKLM LMIMININONPCOCQCRSQS TSTT| Written for my friend Walter S Mathews | A |
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| There was a princess once who loved the slave | B |
| Of an Assyrian king her father known | C |
| At Nineveh as Hadria o'er whose grave | B |
| The sands of centuries have long been blown | C |
| Yet sooner shall the night forget its stars | D |
| Than love her story How unto his throne | C |
| One day she came where with his warriors | E |
| The king sat in the hall of audience | F |
| 'Mid pillared trophies of barbaric wars | G |
| And kneeling to him asked O father whence | H |
| Comes love and why He smiling on her said | I |
| O Hadria love is of the gods and hence | H |
| Divine is only soul interpreted | J |
| But why love is ah child we do not know | K |
| Unless 'tis love that gives us life when dead | I |
| And then his daughter with a face aglow | K |
| With all the love that clamored in her blood | J |
| Its sweet avowal lifted arms of snow | K |
| And like Aurora's rose before him stood | L |
| Saying Since love is of the powers above | M |
| I love a slave O Asshur Let the good | L |
| The gods have giv'n be sanctioned Speak not of | M |
| Dishonor and our line's ancestral dead | I |
| They are imperial dust I live and love | M |
| Black as black storm then rose the king and said | I |
| A lightning gesture at her standing there | N |
| Enough ho Rhana strike me off her head | I |
| And at the mandate with his limbs half bare | N |
| A slave strode forth Majestic was his form | O |
| As some young god's He gathering up her hair | N |
| Wound it three times around his sinewy arm | P |
| Then drew his sword It for one moment shone | C |
| A semicircling light and dripping warm | O |
| Lifting the head he stood before the throne | C |
| Then cried the despot By the horn of Bel | Q |
| This was no child of mine Like chiselled stone | C |
| Still stood the slave a son of Israel | R |
| Then striding towards the monarch in his eye | S |
| The wrath of heaven and the hate of hell | Q |
| Shrieked Lust I loved her look on us and die | S |
| Swifter than fire clove him to the brain | T |
| Then kissed the dead fair face of her held high | S |
| And crying Judge O God between us twain | T |
| A thousand daggers in his heart fell slain | T |
Madison Julius Cawein
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