The Night Raid Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCACDDAB EFGEGHHEF IJKIKLLIJ MNOMOPPMN QRSQSTTQR UVWUWXXUV YZA2YA2B2B2YZ C2D2E2C2E2VVC2D2 F2G2H2F2H2I2J2F2G2 K2L2M2K2M2YYK2L2 N2O2GN2GAAN2O2 P2Q2R2P2R2S2T2P2Q2 U2V2W2U2W2RRU2V2 X2DY2X2Y2Z2Z2X2D A3I2B3A3B3CCA3I2 C3| Around me broods the dim mysterious Night | A |
| Star lit and still | B |
| No whisper comes across the Plain | C |
| Asleep beneath the breezes light | A |
| Which scarcely stir the growing grain | C |
| Slow chimes the quiet midnight hour | D |
| In some unseen and distant tower | D |
| While round me broods the vague mysterious Night | A |
| Star lit and cool and still | B |
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| And I must desecrate this silent time | E |
| Of drowsy dreams | F |
| On mighty wings towards the sky | G |
| Towards the stars I have to climb | E |
| And o'er the sleeping country fly | G |
| And such far echoing clamour make | H |
| That all the villages must wake | H |
| So must I desecrate this quiet time | E |
| Of soft and drowsy dreams | F |
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| The hour comes soon must I say farewell | I |
| To this fair earth | J |
| Then to my little room I go | K |
| Where I perhaps no more shall dwell | I |
| Shall I return The Gods but know | K |
| Perchance again I shall not sleep | L |
| On that white bed in silence deep | L |
| For soon the hour comes to say farewell | I |
| To this fair friendly earth | J |
| - | |
| I stand there long before into the gloom | M |
| I take my way | N |
| There are the pictures of my friends | O |
| And all the treasures of my room | M |
| On which my lamp soft radiance sends | O |
| And long with lingering gaze I look | P |
| Upon each much belov d book | P |
| I stand and dream before into the gloom | M |
| I sadly take my way | N |
| - | |
| And now I gain the field whence I must part | Q |
| Upon my quest | R |
| My Pegasus of wood and steel | S |
| Is ready straining at the start | Q |
| The governor is at the wheel | S |
| And with an ever growing roar | T |
| Across the hidden fields we soar | T |
| So with one envious look from Earth I part | Q |
| Upon my midnight quest | R |
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| Beneath me lies the sleeping countryside | U |
| Hazy and dim | V |
| And here and there a little gleam | W |
| Like stars upon the heavens wide | U |
| Speaks of some wretch who cannot dream | W |
| But on his bed all night must toss | X |
| And hear me as I pass across | X |
| In droning flight above the countryside | U |
| Hazy and huge and dim | V |
| - | |
| And in the great blue night I ever rise | Y |
| Towards the stars | Z |
| As to the hostile lands I sail | A2 |
| High in the dark and cloudless skies | Y |
| Whose gloom our gloomy wings doth veil | A2 |
| Beneath a scarce seen ribbon shows | B2 |
| Where through the woods a river flows | B2 |
| As in the shadowy night I ever rise | Y |
| Towards the scattered stars | Z |
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| Now high above War's frontiers do I sit | C2 |
| Above the lines | D2 |
| Great lights like flowers rise and fall | E2 |
| On either side red flashes spit | C2 |
| Hot death at those poor souls which crawl | E2 |
| On secret errands O how grim | V |
| Must be that midnight slaughter dim | V |
| And happy am I that so high I sit | C2 |
| Above those cruel lines | D2 |
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| Each man beneath me now detests my race | F2 |
| With iron hate | G2 |
| Each tiny light I see must shine | H2 |
| Upon some grim unfriendly face | F2 |
| Who curses England's name and mine | H2 |
| And would be glad if both were gone | I2 |
| But steadily must I fly on | J2 |
| Though every soul beneath me loathes my race | F2 |
| With stern unceasing hate | G2 |
| - | |
| I see a far flung City all ablaze | K2 |
| With jewelled lamps | L2 |
| I trace its quays its roads its squares | M2 |
| And all its intermingled ways | K2 |
| And as I wonder how it dares | M2 |
| To flaunt itself the City dies | Y |
| And in an utter darkness lies | Y |
| For I have terrified that town ablaze | K2 |
| With twinkling jewelled lamps | L2 |
| - | |
| But see the furnace with its ruddy breath | N2 |
| Which I must wreck | O2 |
| The searchlights sweep across the sky | G |
| Long fingered ministers of Death | N2 |
| I look deep in their cold blue eye | G |
| Incessant shells with blinding light | A |
| Show every wire clear and white | A |
| There is the furnace with its ruddy breath | N2 |
| Which I must wreck | O2 |
| - | |
| It lies beneath my time has come at last | P2 |
| To do my work | Q2 |
| I wait O will you never stop | R2 |
| Your fearful shells that burst so fast | P2 |
| And then I hear destruction drop | R2 |
| Behind my back as I release | S2 |
| Such fearful death with such great ease | T2 |
| Burst on you shells My time has come at last | P2 |
| To do my deadly work | Q2 |
| - | |
| Then do I turn and hurry swiftly back | U2 |
| Towards my home | V2 |
| I gladly leave that place behind | W2 |
| No more I hear the shrapnel's crack | U2 |
| No more my eyes the searchlights blind | W2 |
| I cross the lines with lightening breast | R |
| And sail into the friendly West | R |
| How glad am I to hurry swiftly back | U2 |
| Towards my peaceful home | V2 |
| - | |
| I reach the field and then I softly land | X2 |
| My work is o'er | D |
| I leave my hot and panting steed | Y2 |
| And clasp a comrade's outstretched hand | X2 |
| And with him to my bedroom speed | Y2 |
| Then over steaming beakers set | Z2 |
| The night's fierce menace soon forget | Z2 |
| How great a welcome waits me when I land | X2 |
| When all my work is o'er | D |
| - | |
| But ere I search shy sleep on my white bed | A3 |
| I greet the dawn | I2 |
| And think with heart weighed down with grief | B3 |
| How cruel this dawn to those whose dead | A3 |
| Lie shattered torn whom like a thief | B3 |
| At darkest midnight I have slain | C |
| Poor unknown victims real my pain | C |
| What widows orphans sweethearts see their dead | A3 |
| This cruel hopeless dawn | I2 |
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| France | C3 |
Paul Bewsher
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