Words Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABC DEDEEFGFG BHBHHIAIA JKKKKALAL IAMAANANA KAKAAOPQP

Is it not brave to be a king TechellesA
Usumcasane and TheridamasA
Is it not passing brave to be a kingB
And ride in triumph through Persepolis MARLOWEC
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Bring the great words that scourge the thundering lineD
With lust and slaughter words that reek of doomE
And the lost battle and the ruined shrineD
Words dire and black as midnight on a tombE
Hushed speech of waters on the lip of gloomE
Huge sounds of death and plunder in the nightF
Words whose vast plumes above the ages meetG
Girdling the lost dark centuries in their flightF
The slave of their unfetterable feetG
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Bring words as pure as rills of earliest SpringB
In some far cranny of the hillside bornH
To stitch against the earth's green habitingB
Words lonely as the long blue fields of mornH
Words on the wistful lyre of winds forlornH
To the sad ear of grief from distance blownI
Thin bleat of fawn and airy babble of birdsA
Sounds of bright water slipping on the stoneI
Where the thrilled fountain pipes to woodland wordsA
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Bring passionate words from noontide's slumber rousedJ
To slake the amorous lips of love with fruitK
Dripping with honey and with syrups drowsedK
To draw bee murmurs from the dreaming luteK
Words gold and mad and headlong in pursuitK
Of laughter words that are too sweet to sayA
And fade unsaid upon some rose's mouthL
Words soft as winds that ever blow one wayA
The summer way the long way from the southL
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For such words have high lineage and were knownI
Of Milton once whose heart on theirs still beatsA
Marlowe hurled forth huge stars to make them crownM
They are stained still with the dying lips of KeatsA
As queen they trod the cloak in Shakespeare's streetsA
Pale hands of Shelley gently guard their flameN
Chatterton's heart was burst upon their spearsA
Their dynasty unbroken and their nameN
Music in men's mouths for all men's earsA
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But now they are lost their lordliest 'scutcheon stainedK
Upon their ruined walls no trumpet ringsA
Their shrines defiled their sacraments profanedK
Men crown the crow they have given the jackal wingsA
Slaves wear the peplum beggars ride as kingsA
They couple foolish words and look for birthO
Of mighty emperor Christ or AvatarP
They mate with slaves from whom no king comes forthQ
No child is theirs who follow not the StarP

Muriel Stuart



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