On The Massacre Of The Christians In Bulgaria Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACCADEADEA| Christ dost Thou live indeed or are Thy bones | A |
| Still straitened in their rock hewn sepulchre | B |
| And was Thy Rising only dreamed by her | B |
| Whose love of Thee for all her sin atones | A |
| For here the air is horrid with men's groans | A |
| The priests who call upon Thy name are slain | C |
| Dost Thou not hear the bitter wail of pain | C |
| From those whose children lie upon the stones | A |
| Come down O Son of God incestuous gloom | D |
| Curtains the land and through the starless night | E |
| Over Thy Cross a Crescent moon I see | A |
| If Thou in very truth didst burst the tomb | D |
| Come down O Son of Man and show Thy might | E |
| Lest Mahomet be crowned instead of Thee | A |
Oscar Wilde
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