Sfere Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACAC DEDE DEDE AFAF DDDD GAGA EDED DEDE EHEI AJAK LELE GEGE ABAB

I asked of my Muse had she any objectionA
To laughing with me not a word for replyB
You see it is Sfere our time for dejectionA
And can a Jew laugh when the rule is to cryB
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You laughed then you say 'tis a sound to affright oneA
In Jewish delight what is worthy the nameC
The laugh of a Jew It is never a right oneA
For laughing and groaning with him are the sameC
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You thought there was zest in a Jewish existenceD
You deemd that the star of a Jew could be kindE
The Spring calls and beckons with gracious insistenceD
Jew sit down in sackcloth and weep yourself blindE
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The garden is green and the woodland rejoicesD
How cool are the breezes with fragrance how blentE
But Spring calls not you with her thousand sweet voicesD
With you it is Sfere sit still and lamentE
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The beautiful summer this life's consolationA
In moaning and sighing glides quickly awayF
What hope can it offer to one of my nationA
What joy can he find in the splendors of MayF
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Bewildered and homeless of whom whoso passesD
May fearlessly stop to make sport at his easeD
Say is it for him to seek flowers and grassesD
For him to be thinking on meadows and treesD
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And if for a moment forgetting to ponderG
On grief and oppression song breaks out anewA
I hear in his lay only Wander and wanderG
And ev'ry note tells me the singer's a JewA
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A skilful musician and one who is versedE
In metre and measure whenever he hearsD
The pitiful song of the Jewish dispersedE
It touches his heart and it moves him to tearsD
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The blast of the Ram's horn that quavers and tremblesD
On this now alone Jewish fancy is bentE
To grief and contrition its host it assemblesD
And causes the stoniest heart to relentE
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The wail that went up when the Temple was shatteredE
The song of Atonement the Suppliant's psalmH
These only he loves since they took him and scatteredE
Away from the land of the balsam and balmI
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Of all the sweet instruments shiver'd and brokenA
That once in the Temple delighted his earJ
The Ram's horn alone has he kept as a tokenA
And sobs out his soul on it once in the yearK
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Instead of the harp and the viol and cymbalL
Instead of the lyre the guitar and the fluteE
He has but the dry wither'd Ram's horn the symbolL
Of gloom and despondence the rest all are muteE
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He laughs or he breaks into song but soon afterG
Tho' fain would he take in man's gladness a partE
One hears low resounding athwart the gay laughterG
The Suppliant's psalm and it pierces the heartE
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I asked of my Muse had she any objectionA
To laughing with me not a word for replyB
You see it is Sfere our time for dejectionA
And can a Jew laugh when the rule is to cryB

Morris Rosenfeld



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