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Heine's Grave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Henri Heine' 'tis here	A
The black tombstone the name	B
Carved there no more and the smooth	C
Swarded alleys the limes	D
Touch'd with yellow by hot	E
Summer but under them still	F
In September's bright afternoon	G
Shadow and verdure and cool	H
Trim Montmartre the faint	I
Murmur of Paris outside	J
Crisp everlasting flowers	K
Yellow and black on the graves	L
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Half blind palsied in pain	M
Hither to come from the streets'	L
Uproar surely not loath	N
Wast thou Heine to lie	O
Quiet to ask for closed	P
Shutters and darken'd room	Q
And cool drinks and an eased	R
Posture and opium no more	S
Hither to come and to sleep	T
Under the wings of Renown	U
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Ah not little when pain	M
Is most quelling and man	V
Easily quell'd and the fine	W
Temper of genius alive	X
Quickest to ill is the praise	L
Not to have yielded to pain	M
No small boast for a weak	Y
Son of mankind to the earth	Z
Pinn'd by the thunder to rear	A2
His bolt scathed front to the stars	L
And undaunted retort	B2
'Gainst thick crashing insane	M
Tyrannous tempests of bale	C2
Arrowy lightnings of soul	D2
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Hark through the alley resounds	L
Mocking laughter A film	E2
Creeps o'er the sunshine a breeze	L
Ruffles the warm afternoon	G
Saddens my soul with its chill	F
Gibing of spirits in scorn	F2
Shakes every leaf of the grove	G2
Mars the benignant repose	L
Of this amiable home of the dead	H2
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Bitter spirits ye claim	B
Heine Alas he is yours	L
Only a moment I long'd	I2
Here in the quiet to snatch	J2
From such mates the outworn	F2
Poet and steep him in calm	K2
Only a moment I knew	F2
Whose he was who is here	A
Buried I knew he was yours	L
Ah I knew that I saw	L
Here no sepulchre built	L2
In the laurell'd rock o'er the blue	F2
Naples bay for a sweet	M2
Tender Virgil no tomb	Q
On Ravenna sands in the shade	N2
Of Ravenna pines for a high	O
Austere Dante no grave	O2
By the Avon side in the bright	P2
Stratford meadows for thee	Q2
Shakespeare loveliest of souls	L
Peerless in radiance in joy	R2
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What so harsh and malign	F2
Heine distils from thy life	S2
Poisons the peace of thy grave	O2
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I chide with thee not that thy sharp	T2
Upbraidings often assail'd	U2
England my country for we	Q2
Fearful and sad for her sons	L
Long since deep in our hearts	L
Echo the blame of her foes	L
We too sigh that she flags	L
We too say that she now	F2
Scarce comprehending the voice	L
Of her greatest golden mouth'd sons	L
Of a former age any more	S
Stupidly travels her round	V2
Of mechanic business and lets	L
Slow die out of her life	S2
Glory and genius and joy	R2
	-
So thou arraign'st her her foe	W2
So we arraign her her sons	L
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Yes we arraign her but she	Q2
The weary Titan with deaf	X2
Ears and labour dimm'd eyes	L
Regarding neither to right	P2
Nor left goes passively by	O
Staggering on to her goal	D2
Bearing on shoulders immense	L
Atlante n the load	Y2
Wellnigh not to be borne	F2
Of the too vast orb of her fate	Z2
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But was it thou I think	A3
Surely it was that bard	B3
Unnamed who Goethe said	H2
Had every other gift but wanted love	C3
Love without which the tongue	D3
Even of angels sounds amiss	L
	-
Charm is the glory which makes	L
Song of the poet divine	F2
Love is the fountain of charm	E3
How without charm wilt thou draw	L
Poet the world to thy way	F3
Not by the lightnings of wit	G3
Not by the thunder of scorn	F2
These to the world too are given	F2
Wit it possesses and scorn	F2
Charm is the poet's alone	F2
Hollow and dull are the great	Z2
And artists envious and the mob profane	F2
We know all this we know	W2
Cam'st thou from heaven O child	H3
Of light but this to declare	I3
Alas to Help us forget	J3
Such barren knowledge awhile	K3
God gave the poet his song	L3
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Therefore a secret unrest	M3
Tortured thee brilliant and bold	N3
Therefore triumph itself	O3
Tasted amiss to thy soul	D2
Therefore with blood of thy foes	L
Trickled in silence thine own	F2
Therefore the victor's heart	P3
Broke on the field of his fame	B
	-
Ah as of old from the pomp	Q3
Of Italian Milan the fair	I3
Flower of marble of white	P2
Southern palaces steps	L
Border'd by statues and walks	L
Terraced and orange bowers	L
Heavy with fragrance the blond	R3
German Kaiser full oft	S3
Long'd himself back to the fields	L
Rivers and high roof'd towns	L
Of his native Germany so	W2
So how often from hot	E
Paris drawing rooms and lamps	L
Blazing and brilliant crowds	L
Starr'd and jewell'd of men	F2
Famous of women the queens	L
Of dazzling converse and fumes	L
Of praise hot heady fumes to the poor brain	F2
That mount that madden how oft	S3
Heine's spirit outworn	F2
Long'd itself out of the din	F2
Back to the tranquil the cool	H
Far German home of his youth	T3
	-
See in the May afternoon	F2
O'er the fresh short turf of the Hartz	L
A youth with the foot of youth	T3
Heine thou climbest again	F2
Up through the tall dark firs	L
Warming their heads in the sun	F2
Chequering the grass with their shade	N2
Up by the stream with its huge	U3
Moss hung boulders and thin	F2
Musical water half hid	V3
Up o'er the rock strewn slope	W3
With the sinking sun and the air	I3
Chill and the shadows now	F2
Long on the grey hill side	J
To the stone roof'd hut at the top	X3
	-
Or yet later in watch	Y3
On the roof of the Brocken tower	Z3
Thou standest gazing to see	Q2
The broad red sun over field	A4
Forest and city and spire	B4
And mist track'd stream of the wide	J
Wide German land going down	F2
In a bank of vapours again	F2
Standest at nightfall alone	F2
	-
Or next morning with limbs	L
Rested by slumber and heart	P3
Freshen'd and light with the May	F3
O'er the gracious spurs coming down	F2
Of the Lower Hartz among oaks	L
And beechen coverts and copse	L
Of hazels green in whose depth	C4
Ilse the fairy transform'd	D4
In a thousand water breaks light	P2
Pours her petulant youth	T3
Climbing the rock which juts	L
O'er the valley the dizzily perch'd	E4
Rock to its Iron Cross	L
Once more thou cling'st to the Cross	L
Clingest with smiles with a sigh	O
	-
Goethe too had been there	I3
In the long past winter he came	B
To the frozen Hartz with his soul	D2
Passionate eager his youth	T3
All in ferment but he	Q2
Destined to work and to live	X
Left it and thou alas	L
Only to laugh and to die	O
	-
But something prompts me Not thus	L
Take leave of Heine not thus	L
Speak the last word at his grave	O2
Not in pity and not	E
With half censure with awe	F4
Hail as it passes from earth	Z
Scattering lightnings that soul	D2
	-
The spirit of the world	G4
Beholding the absurdity of men	F2
Their vaunts their feats let a sardonic smile	K3
For one short moment wander o'er his lips	L
That smile was Heine for its earthly hour	Z3
The strange guest sparkled now 'tis pass'd away	F3
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That was Heine and we	Q2
Myriads who live who have lived	H4
What are we all but a mood	I4
A single mood of the life	S2
Of the Being in whom we exist	J4
Who alone is all things in one	F2
	-
Spirit who fillest us all	K4
Spirit who utterest in each	L4
New coming son of mankind	M4
Such of thy thoughts as thou wilt	L2
O thou one of whose moods	L
Bitter and strange was the life	S2
Of Heine his strange alas	L
His bitter life may a life	S2
Other and milder be mine	F2
May'st thou a mood more serene	F2
Happier have utter'd in mine	F2
May'st thou the rapture of peace	L
Deep have embreathed at its core	S
Made it a ray of thy thought	N4
Made it a beat of thy joy	R2