The Dead Moment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAACDDEFFGHIG JKJKLLMGNGOOO PPQQRSGTLTGUVUV LLTFFWWTTXWYZA2B2B2 YZC2D2C2D2A2B2EEE PPCE2F2LG2LG2H2H2WWI 2WI2 J2TTJ2K2XPL2PL2I2L2M 2THE world is changed between us never more | A |
Shall the dawn rise and seek another mate | B |
Over the hill tops never can the shore | A |
Spread out her ragged tresses to the roar | A |
Of the sea passionate | C |
Moon chained and for a season love forbid | D |
Never shall shift the sullen thunder's lid | D |
At lightning lash and never shall the night | E |
Throw the wild stars about | F |
Nor the day flicker out | F |
Against the evening's breath but this shall creep | G |
This moment on us to make different | H |
The face of every day's intent | I |
And change the brow of sleep | G |
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What can we name it Oh the whitest word | J |
Would leave a stain upon that moment's mouth | K |
The sweetest piping heard | J |
By wearying birds a South | K |
Would shake its silence let no word be said | L |
What need of name or music hath the dead | L |
Too far for call too faint for song it is | M |
This ghost of ours that you have buried deep | G |
Less earth than any violet nourishes | N |
Its fragile stem would keep | G |
And we could lose it in the frailest shell | O |
Or lily's wannest bell | O |
In any rose's urn that dust might dwell | O |
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Oh to forsake it thus | P |
Our only one our starveling piteous | P |
Even as men who garner and lock up | Q |
Gold chasuble and cup | Q |
Their alabaster and their tourmaline | R |
Their sandal wood and wine | S |
Will give their dearest to the earth to keep | G |
Housed among strangers and will let the clay | T |
Or oozing river bed | L |
Rot all their wealth away | T |
While they go home to sleep | G |
Will let the wild roots of the bramble clutch | U |
And see the careless sod | V |
Trample it down and bruise with common touch | U |
All that they knew of glory and of God | V |
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Who would not house a thief so house their dead | L |
In the blind dark with wolf winds overhead | L |
When night sucks honey from the hive of day | T |
They lie while April with her merry clout | F |
Flings the white dust about | F |
When the swift silences that ride the Spring | W |
Whip on their misty chariots and wring | W |
Foam from the bridled lips of May | T |
What time the sick moon looks up yellowly | T |
Out of the pillowed sky | X |
Or when doth sing | W |
Some crazy bird aslant upon a bough | Y |
A song that makes him just this time of year | Z |
A poet and can never sing again | A2 |
When the pale lips of rain | B2 |
Tremble above the eyelids of the plain | B2 |
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Ah would you hide our one dead moment now | Y |
Even as they my dear | Z |
Who into one grave hurdle grace and mirth | C2 |
Beating down Beauty with a noisy spade | D2 |
Nor dream that 'neath the stunned and senseless earth | C2 |
Are all their riches laid | D2 |
Such gold as they shall never see again | A2 |
Such wine as shall not stain | B2 |
Their shallow cups All beauty all delight | E |
Treasure unbarterable and bright | E |
All lie there in the cold and in the night | E |
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Nay you will have it so | P |
Let all its sweetness go | P |
Brief exquisite | C |
Then take it hence but make a wreath for it | E2 |
And let us sing for it a requiem | F2 |
Not the few strangled words above the dead | L |
That those whose hearts condemn | G2 |
Mutter for having left so long unsaid | L |
Pity or praise to ears desiring them | G2 |
Bury it not as something sick and shamed | H2 |
Unfathered and unnamed | H2 |
Nay break sweet spices myrrh and cedar bring | W |
Bury it as a king | W |
Or some belov d child that lies beneath | I2 |
The rose whose name he knew not wondering | W |
Why his young mother wove it in a wreath | I2 |
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For look you and remember what it gave | J2 |
Those gifts that naught and none can take away | T |
How it makes red as rose each pallid day | T |
Each coward moment brave | J2 |
And how each wingless heel of Misery | K2 |
It sandals with a hope and sends a sky | X |
While we await the hour that somewhere goes | P |
Unmatched unmated it shall not be yet | L2 |
Night's heavy eyelids close | P |
On tears and leave the Morning's pillow wet | L2 |
Weep not though said the requiem flung the wreath | I2 |
Only when you forget and I forget | L2 |
Weep for that moment's death | M2 |
Muriel Stuart
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