Homesick In Heaven Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABAB CDCD EFDFD GHDHD IDID JBJB KLKL EMBMN GOPOP EQ GRSRS TUTV EDWDX GYBYB ZA2ZA2 EB2C2D2C2 E2F2E2F2 PRPR G2OG2RO DBDB H2I2H2I2THE DIVINE VOICE | A |
Go seek thine earth born sisters thus the Voice | A |
That all obey the sad and silent three | B |
These only while the hosts of Heaven rejoice | A |
Smile never ask them what their sorrows be | B |
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And when the secret of their griefs they tell | C |
Look on them with thy mild half human eyes | D |
Say what thou wast on earth thou knowest well | C |
So shall they cease from unavailing sighs | D |
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THE ANGEL | E |
Why thus apart the swift winged herald spake | F |
Sit ye with silent lips and unstrung lyres | D |
While the trisagion's blending chords awake | F |
In shouts of joy from all the heavenly choirs | D |
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FIRST SPIRIT | G |
Chide not thy sisters thus the answer came | H |
Children of earth our half weaned nature clings | D |
To earth's fond memories and her whispered name | H |
Untunes our quivering lips our saddened strings | D |
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For there we loved and where we love is home | I |
Home that our feet may leave but not our hearts | D |
Though o'er us shine the jasper lighted dome | I |
The chain may lengthen but it never parts | D |
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Sometimes a sunlit sphere comes rolling by | J |
And then we softly whisper can it be | B |
And leaning toward the silvery orb we try | J |
To hear the music of its murmuring sea | B |
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To catch perchance some flashing glimpse of green | K |
Or breathe some wild wood fragrance wafted through | L |
The opening gates of pearl that fold between | K |
The blinding splendors and the changeless blue | L |
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THE ANGEL | E |
Nay sister nay a single healing leaf | M |
Plucked from the bough of yon twelve fruited tree | B |
Would soothe such anguish deeper stabbing grief | M |
Has pierced thy throbbing heart | N |
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THE FIRST SPIRIT | G |
Ah woe is me I from my clinging babe was rudely torn | O |
His tender lips a loveless bosom pressed | P |
Can I forget him in my life new born | O |
Oh that my darling lay upon my breast | P |
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THE ANGEL | E |
And thou | Q |
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THE SECOND SPIRIT | G |
I was a fair and youthful bride | R |
The kiss of love still burns upon my cheek | S |
He whom I worshipped ever at my side | R |
Him through the spirit realm in vain I seek | S |
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Sweet faces turn their beaming eyes on mine | T |
Ah not in these the wished for look I read | U |
Still for that one dear human smile I pine | T |
Thou and none other is the lover's creed | V |
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THE ANGEL | E |
And whence thy sadness in a world of bliss | D |
Where never parting comes nor mourner's tear | W |
Art thou too dreaming of a mortal's kiss | D |
Amid the seraphs of the heavenly sphere | X |
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THE THIRD SPIRIT | G |
Nay tax not me with passion's wasting fire | Y |
When the swift message set my spirit free | B |
Blind helpless lone I left my gray haired sire | Y |
My friends were many he had none save me | B |
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I left him orphaned in the starless night | Z |
Alas for him no cheerful morning's dawn | A2 |
I wear the ransomed spirit's robe of white | Z |
Yet still I hear him moaning She is gone | A2 |
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THE ANGEL | E |
Ye know me not sweet sisters All in vain | B2 |
Ye seek your lost ones in the shapes they wore | C2 |
The flower once opened may not bud again | D2 |
The fruit once fallen finds the stem no more | C2 |
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Child lover sire yea all things loved below | E2 |
Fair pictures damasked on a vapor's fold | F2 |
Fade like the roseate flush the golden glow | E2 |
When the bright curtain of the day is rolled | F2 |
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I was the babe that slumbered on thy breast | P |
And sister mine the lips that called thee bride | R |
Mine were the silvered locks thy hand caressed | P |
That faithful hand my faltering footstep's guide | R |
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Each changing form frail vesture of decay | G2 |
The soul unclad forgets it once hath worn | O |
Stained with the travel of the weary day | G2 |
And shamed with rents from every wayside | R |
thorn | O |
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To lie an infant in thy fond embrace | D |
To come with love's warm kisses back to thee | B |
To show thine eyes thy gray haired father's face | D |
Not Heaven itself could grant this may not be | B |
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Then spread your folded wings and leave to earth | H2 |
The dust once breathing ye have mourned so long | I2 |
Till Love new risen owns his heavenly birth | H2 |
And sorrow's discords sweeten into song | I2 |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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