E Tenebris Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABCADEFGED

Come down O Christ and help me reach Thy handA
For I am drowning in a stormier seaB
Than Simon on Thy lake of GalileeB
The wine of life is spilt upon the sandA
My heart is as some famine murdered landA
Whence all good things have perished utterlyB
And well I know my soul in Hell must lieC
If I this night before God's throne should standA
'He sleeps perchance or rideth to the chaseD
Like Baal when his prophets howled that nameE
From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height 'F
Nay peace I shall behold before the nightG
The feet of brass the robe more white than flameE
The wounded hands the weary human faceD

Oscar Wilde



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