The Last Prophecy Of Cassandra Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEG HIHI JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RSRS TUTU VTVT WXWXTHE sun is fading in the skies | A |
And evening shades are gathering fast | B |
Fair city ere that sun shall rise | A |
Thy night hath come thy day is past | B |
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Ye know not but the hour is nigh | C |
Ye will not heed the warning breath | D |
No vision strikes your clouded eye | C |
To break the sleep that wakes in death | D |
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Go age and let thy withered cheek | E |
Be wet once more with freezing tears | F |
And bid thy trembling sorrows speak | E |
In accents of departed years | G |
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Go child and pour thy sinless prayer | H |
Before the everlasting throne | I |
And He who sits in glory there | H |
May stoop to hear thy silver tone | I |
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Go warrior in thy glittering steel | J |
And bow thee at the altar's side | K |
And bid thy frowning gods reveal | J |
The doom their mystic counsels hide | K |
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Go maiden in thy flowing veil | L |
And bare thy brow and bend thy knee | M |
When the last hopes of mercy fail | L |
Thy God may yet remember thee | M |
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Go as thou didst in happier hours | N |
And lay thine incense on the shrine | O |
And greener leaves and fairer flowers | N |
Around the sacred image twine | O |
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I saw them rise the buried dead | P |
From marble tomb and grassy mound | Q |
I heard the spirits' printless tread | P |
And voices not of earthly sound | Q |
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I looked upon the quivering stream | R |
And its cold wave was bright with flame | S |
And wild as from a fearful dream | R |
The wasted forms of battle came | S |
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Ye will not hear ye will not know | T |
Ye scorn the maniac's idle song | U |
Ye care not but the voice of woe | T |
Shall thunder loud and echo long | U |
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Blood shall be in your marble halls | V |
And spears shall glance and fire shall glow | T |
Ruin shall sit upon your walls | V |
But ye shall lie in death below | T |
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Ay none shall live to hear the storm | W |
Around their blackened pillars sweep | X |
To shudder at the reptile's form | W |
Or scare the wild bird from her sleep | X |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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