Our Dead Singer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBCCCDEEDDE FGGFFGGGHCCHHC IJJIIKJICLLCCL| H W L | A |
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| PRIDE of the sister realm so long our own | B |
| We claim with her that spotless fame of thine | C |
| White as her snow and fragrant as her pine | C |
| Ours was thy birthplace but in every zone | B |
| Some wreath of song thy liberal hand has thrown | B |
| Breathes perfume from its blossoms that entwine | C |
| Where'er the dewdrops fall the sunbeams shine | C |
| On life's long path with tangled cares o'ergrown | C |
| Can Art thy truthful counterfeit command | D |
| The silver haloed features tranquil mild | E |
| Soften the lips of bronze as when they smiled | E |
| Give warmth and pressure to the marble hand | D |
| Seek the lost rainbow in the sky it spanned | D |
| Farewell sweet Singer Heaven reclaims its child | E |
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| Carved from the block or cast in clinging mould | F |
| Will grateful Memory fondly try her best | G |
| The mortal vesture from decay to wrest | G |
| His look shall greet us calm but ah how cold | F |
| No breath can stir the brazen drapery's fold | F |
| No throb can heave the statue's stony breast | G |
| 'He is not here but risen ' will stand confest | G |
| In all we miss in all our eyes behold | G |
| How Nature loved him On his placid brow | H |
| Thought's ample dome she set the sacred sign | C |
| That marks the priesthood of her holiest shrine | C |
| Nor asked a leaflet from the laurel's bough | H |
| That envious Time might clutch or disallow | H |
| To prove her chosen minstrel's song divine | C |
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| On many a saddened hearth the evening fire | I |
| Burns paler as the children's hour draws near | J |
| That joyous hour his song made doubly dear | J |
| And tender memories touch the faltering choir | I |
| He sings no more on earth our vain desire | I |
| Aches for the voice we loved so long to hear | K |
| In Dorian flute notes breathing soft and clear | J |
| The sweet contralto that could never tire | I |
| Deafened with listening to a harsher strain | C |
| The Maenad's scream the stark barbarian's cry | L |
| Still for those soothing loving tones we sigh | L |
| Oh for our vanished Orpheus once again | C |
| The shadowy silence hears us call in vain | C |
| His lips are hushed his song shall never die | L |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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