To The Old Gods Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCA DEFEFD EGHGHE AIJKJA LMNMNL GOPOPG QRSRSQ TACACT UVTVTU OCWCWO XBYBYX| O YE who rode the gales of Sicily | A |
| Sandalled with flame | B |
| Spread on the pirate winds o ye who broke | C |
| No wind flower as ye came | B |
| Though Pelion shivered when the thunder spoke | C |
| The gods' decree | A |
| - | |
| Into the twilight of the ancient days | D |
| Have not ye flown | E |
| Ye whom the happy Greeks inspired hand | F |
| Struck from the frenzied stone | E |
| That ye withdrawn your images should stand | F |
| To take their praise | D |
| - | |
| Smeared into clay and frozen into stone | E |
| Ye that do now | G |
| Face eyes unworshipful in plunder's halls | H |
| Mutilate with marred brow | G |
| Broken and maimed couched along alien walls | H |
| In lands unknown | E |
| - | |
| O gracious ones No more no more shall ye | A |
| Spread wing above | I |
| Perilous Ossa No more wring delight | J |
| From pool and golden grove | K |
| No more beneath your fire shod feet in flight | J |
| Shall hiss the sea | A |
| - | |
| The thuunder shall not groan between your breasts | L |
| Nor lightning writhe | M |
| Barbed in your clutch no worshippers shall trace | N |
| Your steps in grove and hithe | M |
| No more 'thwart skies your golden stallions race | N |
| On mighty quests | L |
| - | |
| And yet what fane what column rises now | G |
| To save or shine | O |
| What temple travails at such quickening feet | P |
| What wing tip seeds a shrine | O |
| What god hath bid us build in wold or street | P |
| Such breast and brow | G |
| - | |
| What have our wisdom and our worship done | Q |
| To raise such gods | R |
| To quench the ruined eyes of Parthenon | S |
| What newer beauty nods | R |
| And shames the wreckless brow that stares upon | S |
| The amaz d sun | Q |
| - | |
| Held up in arms of columns white as flowers | T |
| You faced the sea | A |
| With your great breasts for glory passioning | C |
| For mortal's victory | A |
| Not 'neath occaisonal thin spires that spring | C |
| From streets of ours | T |
| - | |
| Hooding the dying god whom men revile | U |
| Who bears their sin | V |
| No great winds thunder over sun splashed thrones | T |
| Our dusty shrines within | V |
| Where troubled feet make groan the weary stones | T |
| In hollow isle | U |
| - | |
| I only I kneel at forsaken shrine | O |
| The lamp I bring | C |
| Scarce throws a shade beneath your eyelids there | W |
| Forlorn the song I sing | C |
| To ears august and these wrung berries bear | W |
| A bitter wine | O |
| - | |
| Yet still I kneel poor praise to offer up | X |
| To each great name | B |
| And I shall feel upon my brow descend | Y |
| A sudden edge of flame | B |
| Your wings shall smear these words even as ye bend | Y |
| To this poor cup | X |
Muriel Stuart
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