Christ In The Museum Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDDCEFEFGG

BRONZE bells and incense burners and a flightA
Of birds born out of iron and fine as sprayB
A dial that told the longest summer dayB
How sure how swift the nightA
And o'er the silent treasury so highC
No lips may kiss no grieving hands have clungD
Numbered and ticketed the Christ is hungD
The many pass Him byC
None pause Here come no agonies no dreamsE
Nothing is here to hurt Him nor to wakeF
Year after year the golden iris gleamsE
A little paler by her lacquered lakeF
And the dust gathers on the hands the sideG
The lonely head of Love the crucifiedG

Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall



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