Cloud,the, An Idyll Of The Western Front Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B C CCC DDEEFFG HHC C GC FFHH IJJKKHHLLMNOOHF HPPEF EQ RRSST UV WRRF XXY Y E EZA2 ZB2 B2PC2 PFXXAA D2D2XX A XE2 XC CF2F2F2XXJJG2G2OOH2F H2K B2K A2C F X C

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Scene A wayside shrine in FranceB
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Persons Celeste Pierre a CloudC
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Celeste gazing at the solitary white CloudC
I wonder what your thoughts are little CloudC
Up in the sky so lonely and so proudC
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Cloud Not proud dear maiden lonely if you willD
Long have I watched you sitting there so stillD
Before that little shrine beside the wayE
And wondered where your thoughts might be astrayE
Your knitting lying idle on your kneesF
And worse than idle like Penelope'sF
Working its own undoingG
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Celeste picks up her knitting Who was sheH
Saints What a knot Who was PenelopeH
What happened to her knitting Tell me CloudC
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Cloud She was a Queen she wove her husband's shroudC
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Celeste drops the knittingG
His shroudC
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Cloud There there 'Twas only an excuseF
To put her lovers off a wifely ruseF
Bidding them bide till it was finished sheH
Each night the web unravelled secretlyH
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Celeste He came home safeI
Cloud If I remember rightJ
It was the lovers needed shrouds that nightJ
It is an old old tale I heard it throughK
A Wind whose ancestor it was that blewK
Ulysses' ship across the purple seaH
Back to his people and PenelopeH
We Clouds pick up strange tales as far and wideL
And to and fro above the world we rideL
Across uncharted seas upon the swellM
Of viewless waves and tides invisibleN
Freighted with friendly flood or forked flameO
Knowing not whither bound nor whence we cameO
Now drifting lonely now a companyH
Of pond'rous galleonsF
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Celeste Oft times I seeH
A Cloud as by some playful fancy stirredP
Take likeness of a monstrous beast or birdP
Or some fantastic fish as though 'twere clayE
Moulded by unseen handsF
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Cloud Then tell me prayE
What I resemble nowQ
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Celeste I scarcely knowR
But had you asked a little while agoR
I should have said a camel then your humpS
Dissolved and you became a gosling plumpS
Downy and white and warmT
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Cloud What Warm up hereU
Ten thousand feet above the earthV
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Celeste Oh dearW
What am I thinking of Of course I knowR
How cold it is Pierre has told me soR
A thousand timesF
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Cloud And who is this PierreX
That tells you all the secrets of the airX
How came he to such frigid heights to soarY
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Celeste Pierre's my He is in the Flying CorpsY
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Cloud Ah now I understand And he's awayE
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Celeste He left at dawn where for he would not sayE
Telling me only 'twas a bombing raidZ
Somewhere My God What's thatA2
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Cloud What little maidZ
Celeste pointing That over there beyond the wooded crestB2
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Cloud Only a skylark dropping to her nestB2
Her mate is hov'ring somewhere near I heardP
His tremulous song of loveC2
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Celeste That was no birdP
Drops upon her kneesF
O Mary Blessed Mother Hear my prayerX
That one that fell grant it was not PierreX
Here is the cross my mother gave me IA
Will burn the longest candle it will buyA
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Cloud Courage my child Your prayer will not be vainD2
Who guards the lark will guide your lover's planeD2
The West Wind's calling I must go Hark ThereX
He sings again Le bon Dieu garde ma chereX
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Pierre I made a perfect landing over thereX
Behind the churchE2
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Celeste The Virgin heard my prayerX
Now I must burn the candle that I vowedC
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Pierre Then 'twas our Blessed Lady sent that CloudC
That saved me when the Boche came up behindF2
I made a lightning turn only to findF2
The Boche on top of me It seemed a kindF2
Of miracle to see that Cloud I swearX
A moment past the sky was everywhereX
As clear as clear there was no Cloud in sightJ
It looked to me floating there calm and whiteJ
Like a great mother hen and I a chickG2
She seemed to call me and I scurried quickG2
Behind her wing That spoiled the Boche's gameO
And gave me time to turn and take good aimO
I emptied my last drum and saw him dropH2
Ten thousand feet in flamesF
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Celeste shuddering Stop Pierre stopH2
Maybe a girl is waiting for him tooK
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Pierre 'Twas either him or me CelesteB2
Thank God not youK
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Pierre pointing to the church Come let us burn the candle thatA2
you vowedC
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Celeste Two candlesF
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Pierre Who's the other forX
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Celeste The CloudC

Oliver Herford



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