The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
It is the night across the starless waste	B
Of silent heaven the solitary moon	C
Flits like a frightened maid who flies in haste	B
And wild with terror seems to reel and swoon	C
As in her rear the multitudinous clouds	D
Follow like spectral huntsmen in their shrouds	D
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II	A
And sometimes the wild rout o'ertakes its prey	E
And holds her captive in the lowering sky	A
But ever and anon she bursts away	E
And her white orb floats lustrously on high	A
And with its lambent flame transmutes the haze	F
Into a living halo for her face	G
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III	A
And far o'er black morass and barren moor	H
The fitful splendour of the moonlight falls	I
Its broken eddies sweep across the floor	J
And dance in chequered silver on the walls	I
And flood the chapel's grave encircled site	K
With sudden flashes of unearthly light	K
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IV	A
And as the unquiet moonlight comes and flies	L
Athwart the little roofless house of prayer	M
Like some lost spirit strayed from Paradise	N
Or d mon angel of the realms of air	M
A pallid shape flits through the open door	J
And flings itself low wailing on the floor	J
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V	A
And wailing wailing lay there in its pain	O
When suddenly it snatched from the out the sod	P
Some late forgotten spade while tears like rain	O
Poured from its eyes enough to melt the clod	P
And digging hard the small breach grew apace	G
Till the soil lay like molehills round the place	G
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VI	A
But through the silence suddenly there swells	Q
Along the gusty breaths of midnight air	M
The mellow tinkling sound of magic bells	Q
Such as the pious brethren love to wear	M
To keep the fiends and goblins off that prowl	R
For ever near to catch a tripping soul	S
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VII	A
And as the monks chanting a solemn hymn	T
Draw nigh the chapel to perform their rite	P
That wailing shape flies far into the dim	T
Recess behind the altar full of night	P
While they with burning torches move in file	U
To consecrate afresh their sacred pile	U
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VIII	A
Three days three nights have fled since in that spot	P
Where fiends and d mons revelled unforbid	P
They buried that false monk who was a blot	P
Upon their rule but since the earth has hid	P
His bones accursed God's sun has shone again	V
Nor has fresh ill assailed their prospering fane	O
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IX	Q
Which now they enter singing hymns of praise	Q
Columba at their head when lo behold	P
The grave yawns open and a bloodless face	Q
The face of him they knew rose from the mould	P
Slowly he rose from the incumbent clay	E
Lifting the white shroud in the moonlight grey	E
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X	Q
Slowly his arm beneath the winding sheet	P
He waved three times as though to bid them hear	W
Then in the moonlight rose he to his feet	P
Showing his shrunken body and his sere	X
Discoloured hair and smouldering eyes that lie	A
Sunk in their sockets glaring hot and dry	A
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XI	Q
Slowly he raised his voice once rich in tone	Y
Like sweetest music now a mournful knell	Z
With dull sepulchral sounds as of a stone	Y
Cast down into a black unfathomed well	Z
And murmured 'Lo I come back from the grave	A
Behold there is no God to smite or save	A
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XII	Q
'Poor fools wild dreamers No there is no God	P
Yon heaven is deaf and dumb to prayer and praise	Q
Lo no almighty tyrant wields the rod	P
For evermore above our hapless race	Q
Nor fashioned us frail creatures that we be	Q
To bear the burden of eternity	Q
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XIII	Q
'Hear it self torturing monks and cease to wage	A2
Your mad delirious suicidal war	J
There is no devil who from age to age	A2
Waylays and tempts all souls of men that are	B2
For ever seeking whom he may devour	C2
And damn with wine and woman gold and power	C2
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XIV	A
'Deluded priests ye think the world a snare	M
Denouncing every tender human tie	A
Behold your heaven is unsubstantial air	M
Your future bliss a sick brain's phantasy	Q
There is no room amid the stars which gem	D2
The firmament for your Jerusalem	E2
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XV	A
'Rejoice poor sinners for I come to tell	Z
To you who hardly dare to live for fright	P
There is no burning everlasting hell	Z
Where souls shall be tormented day and night	P
The fever ye call life ends with your breath	F2
All weary souls set in the night of death	F2
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XVI	A
'Then let your life on earth be life indeed	P
Nor drop the substance snatching at a shade	P
Ye can have Eden here ye bear the seed	P
Of all the hells and heavens and gods ye made	P
Within that mighty world transforming thought	P
Which permeates the universe it wrought	P
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XVII	A
'Wrought out of stones and plants and birds and beasts	Q
To flower in man and know itself at last	P
Around about you see what endless feasts	Q
The spring and summer bountifully cast	P
'A vale of tears ' ye cry 'if ye were wise	Q
The earth itself would change to Paradise	Q
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XVIII	A
'The earth itself the old despis d earth	G2
Would render back your love a thousandfold	P
Nor yet afflict the sons of men with dearth	G2
Disease and misery and drought and cold	P
If you would seek a blessing in her sod	P
Instead of crying vainly on your God	P
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XIX	Q
'Cast down the crucifix take up the plough	A
Nor waste your breath which is the life in prayer	M
Dare to be men and break you impious vow	A
Nor fly from woman as the devil's snare	M
For if within around beneath above	A
There is a living God that God is Love '	-
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XX	Q
'The fool says in his heart There is no God '	-
Cried St Columba white with Christian ire	H2
'Seize Oran re inter him in the sod	P
And may his soul awake in endless fire	C2
Earth on his mouth the earth he would adore	J
That his blaspheming tongue may blab no more '	-
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XXI	Q
Then like swart ravens swooping on their prey	E
These monks rushed upon Oran when there came	I2
One gliding towards them in wild disarray	E
With hair that streamed behind her like a flame	I2
And face dazed with the moon who shrilly cried	P
'Let not death part the bridegroom from his bride '	-
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XXII	Q
But deeming her some fiend in female guise	Q
They drive her forth with threats till crazed with fear	X
Across the stones and mounded graves she flies	Q
Towards that lapping moon illumined mere	X
And like a child seeking its mother's breast	P
She casts her life thereon and is at rest	P
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XXIII	Q
And while the waves close gurgling o'er her head	P
A grave is dug whence he may never stray	E
Or come back prophesying from the dead	P
All shouting as they stifle him with clay	E
'Earth on his mouth the earth he would adore	J
That his blaspheming tongue may blab no more '	-