The Organ-blower Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBB DDBBEEBB FFBBGGHH BBBBBBII JJKKLLMM BBNNOOBB PPQQPPPP BBFFRRBBDEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends | A |
The patient Organ blower bends | A |
I see his figure sink and rise | B |
Forgive me Heaven my wandering eyes | B |
A moment lost the next half seen | C |
His head above the scanty screen | C |
Still measuring out his deep salaams | B |
Through quavering hymns and panting psalms | B |
- | |
No priest that prays in gilded stole | D |
To save a rich man's mortgaged soul | D |
No sister fresh from holy vows | B |
So humbly stoops so meekly bows | B |
His large obeisance puts to shame | E |
The proudest genuflecting dame | E |
Whose Easter bonnet low descends | B |
With all the grace devotion lends | B |
- | |
O brother with the supple spine | F |
How much we owe those bows of thine | F |
Without thine arm to lend the breeze | B |
How vain the finger on the keys | B |
Though all unmatched the player's skill | G |
Those thousand throats were dumb and still | G |
Another's art may shape the tone | H |
The breath that fills it is thine own | H |
- | |
Six days the silent Memnon waits | B |
Behind his temple's folded gates | B |
But when the seventh day's sunshine falls | B |
Through rainbowed windows on the walls | B |
He breathes he sings he shouts he fills | B |
The quivering air with rapturous thrills | B |
The roof resounds the pillars shake | I |
And all the slumbering echoes wake | I |
- | |
The Preacher from the Bible text | J |
With weary words my soul has vexed | J |
Some stranger fumbling far astray | K |
To find the lesson for the day | K |
He tells us truths too plainly true | L |
And reads the service all askew | L |
Why why the mischief can't he look | M |
Beforehand in the service book | M |
- | |
But thou with decent mien and face | B |
Art always ready in thy place | B |
Thy strenuous blast whate'er the tune | N |
As steady as the strong monsoon | N |
Thy only dread a leathery creak | O |
Or small residual extra squeak | O |
To send along the shadowy aisles | B |
A sunlit wave of dimpled smiles | B |
- | |
Not all the preaching O my friend | P |
Comes from the church's pulpit end | P |
Not all that bend the knee and bow | Q |
Yield service half so true as thou | Q |
One simple task performed aright | P |
With slender skill but all thy might | P |
Where honest labor does its best | P |
And leaves the player all the rest | P |
- | |
This many diapasoned maze | B |
Through which the breath of being strays | B |
Whose music makes our earth divine | F |
Has work for mortal hands like mine | F |
My duty lies before me Lo | R |
The lever there Take hold and blow | R |
And He whose hand is on the keys | B |
Will play the tune as He shall please | B |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Organ-blower poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Best Poems of Oliver Wendell Holmes