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Christ At Carnival Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE hand of carnival was at my door	A
I listened to its knocking and sped down	B
Faith was forgotten Duty led no more	A
I heard a wonton revelry in the town	B
The Carnival ran in my veins like fire	C
And some unfrustrable desire	C
Goaded me on to catch the roses thrown	D
From breast to breast and with my own	D
Fugitive kiss to snatch the fugitive kiss	E
I broke all faith for this	E
One wild and worthless hour	C
To dance to run to beckon as a flower	C
Maddens the bee with half surrendering	F
Then flies back in the air with petals shut	G
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Fainting with laughter and pursuit	H
I heard shrill winds leap out and sink again	I
Tracking the green bed where the Spring hath lain	J
And vanished from whose feet made audible	K
Music among the tall trees on the hill	L
Above me leaned a nightingale	M
Burdened and big with song whose throat let fall	N
Long notes so poignant and so musical	K
I deemed his young mate listening	F
Heard him less passionately sing	F
Than I a foot at Carnival	K
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Above the town swart Night came rolling in	O
Upon her couch of heliotrope	P
A new Moon young and thin	O
Lay like a Columbine	Q
Teasing the spent hill her old Harlequin	R
She who of late waned on the bitter sky	S
Furtive and old a woman without hope	P
Begging in long familiar streets where Sin	O
Once seeking her now shuddered and went by	S
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Caught in the meshes of a merry throng	T
I stumbled through the lighted Market Place	U
The lanterns swung an undetermined rose	V
In Night's convulsive face	U
As we were swept along	T
In crazy dance and song	T
On through the mirth mad alleys of the town	B
With shrill loud laughter tumbled roughly down	B
Whirled up in swift embrace	U
All all went swinging swaying in the revel	K
Laughing and reeling kissing each and all	N
A crowd that wildest jesting did dishevel	K
O mad night of Carnival	K
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Racing along the last mean street that goes	V
From house to house to find the mountain track	W
I loosed their hands to catch a rose	V
Flung from some casement swiftly they turned back	W
With gusty laughter their wild mates to greet	X
Swift as the footless wind along the wheat	X
Fainter and fainter grew their revelling	W
Deserted of a sudden lay the street	X
Silence fell on me like a famished thing	W
Making my soul aware of one who stood	Y
Beside me one who wore a monkish hood	Y
I stared as one who sees	Z
Beneath the thin and settled sheet	X
Over still mysteries	Z
Faint outline of belov d hands and feet	X
Too little loved and now too dead to care	A2
And suddenly becomes aware	A2
That more than Death lies there	A2
That from this piteous and submissive change	B2
Something has risen terrible and strange	B2
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Why fell my roses What fear drove me then	I
To question him Who art thou citizen	R
Fainter and fainter grows the Carnival	K
Wilt thou lock hands and turn with me again	I
He answered not but let the hood half fall	N
Showing a thorn plait on a forehead marred	C2
Trembling I cried Who art thou Lord	D2
As thou sayest I am He	E2
How long upn my cross am I to bleed	F2
For thee still to deny me utterly	E2
Is not the hour yet come that I be freed	F2
How long am I to listen at thy door	A
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Stricken in soul I fell against his feet	X
In rose disorderd street	X
Weeping I have not heard Thy foot before	A
He answered He who hears	G2
Loud noise of Carnival about his ears	H2
How shall he heed the foot with silence shod	I2
Or listen for the small still voice of God	I2
What is thy life	J2
Is thy sword stained in any splended strife	J2
Hast thou in all thy safe unshaken years	H2
Once thrown thyself upon Night's ambushed spears	H2
Or broken with thy tears	K2
Thy heart against the Dawn's feet any day	L2
Hast thou spurned	M2
Any earthly perishable sweet thing	W
To bear another's burden Hast thou learned	M2
At any knee but Folly's trafficing	W
With every sweet delight that said thee 'yea'	N2
Oft hast thy goaded men to kiss thy mouth	O2
The flower of thy youth	P2
Thou hast rendered up to any wind that's fleet	X
But hast thou ever hastened to the Cross	Q2
To kiss My saving feet	X
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Thou knowest Lord thou knowest I have not striven	R
I made life easy profitable sweet	X
I have not loved much or been much forgiven	R
Of all a woman's vows the holiest	R2
To children that were posies at my breast	S2
I have forsworn to night forsaking all	N
The ways of God to dance at Carnival	K
What have I now to offer Thee Who deignest	S2
To seek for grape on such unfruitful vine	Q
Who with such sinful head Thy bosom stainest	S2
He said The last allegiance will be Mine	Q
Leave all and follow Me	E2
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Nay but my little children sleep at home	T2
Beside their father I would say good bye	N2
He answered Was there any time for Me	E2
To make My farewells in Gethsemane	Q
Or any lips to take last kisses from	U2
Knowest thou not that I can satisfy	N2
All creatures I make Mine shall I not be	E2
Thy priest blessing for thee the common bread	S2
Till the white flesh divine	Q
Quicken against thy lip and hallow d	E2
The blood beat through the wine	Q
I would have all thou hast	S2
Be all thou art	S2
I would claim all thy present future past	S2
For My dispis d heart	S2
For Me thou shalt all other creatures hate	S2
My seven wounds thou shalt assuage	V2
With mouth inviolate	S2
O pardoning love I wept O love divine	Q
That such as thou shouldst ask of such	W2
I am Thine all Thine	Q
Casting here at Thy feet despis d Thou	X2
All other loves that used to mean so much	W2
All other hopes that mean so little now	X2
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From a side alley dumb to revelry	E2
Came the low sound of weeping then my name	Y2
A beggar came	Y2
Out of the heaving dark and spake to me	E2
How knowest thou Christ I answered By the thorn	Q
Nay but the thorn tree grows in every wood	S2
For any brow forsworn	Q
The other whispered Thou art tempted here	Z2
For my sake but the beggar's voice came fleet	S2
As pain Three crosses did that hillside bear	A2
Not Christ alone hath wounded hands and feet	S2
Dost thou believe	A3
That every pierced hand stretched to thee is Christ	S2
Shall not some thief inpenitent deceive	A3
At some strange shrine wilt thou be sacrificed	S2
The other whispered Shall thy faith be led	S2
So soon a traitor child For such as he	E2
Trample me every day The beggar said	S2
Nay wast thou spit upon in Galilee	E2
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Wildly I cried Oh from this hallowed street	S2
Go thy way beggar take thine apostate feet	S2
From this poor temple on whose pinnacle	K
Christ in His Love doth not disdain to dwell	B3
Who doth confer	C
Glory on things inglorious nor doth shun	Q
But bids an angel to Him minister	C
Albeit a fallen one	Q
And if thou canst not pray	L2
Leave me my prayer at least and go thy way	L2
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Swift were Christ's feet the mountain road along	W
A swift as they my soul beside them fled	S2
Keeping fleet measure to the strong	W
Unshatterable music of His words	C3
That in my hard heart made	S2
Exquisite wounds that sang the while they bled	S2
Like little tam d birds	C3
O Holy One I break here at Thy feet	S2
The perfume of my soul like Magdalen's sweet	S2
Spilled ointment knewest Thou who gather d	E2
Those holy spices What dishevelled night	S2
What lust profaning every temple rite	S2
To toss the gold of her sweet shameless head	S2
Had eased from priestly hands the spikenard	S2
That made her soiled garments smell of God	S2
Thou did accept that sweetness when she kneeled	S2
That holy myrrh spilled from the soul and shard	S2
Nor didst disdain by her to be unshod	S2
Nay Thy world wounded feet her tresses healed	S2
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So here I gather sweets of all my life	J2
Treasure for which sin waged unworthy strife	J2
Holding as one who guilty pleasure wins	D3
Yea even all my sins my little sins	D3
My loves and penitences foes no more	A
At strife with Thee for me Oh bid me pour	A
My spirit's perfume I have wept and kissed	S2
Those feet grown weary following what men	Q
Caught up so easily upon this brow	X2
Be shed the gl	B3