Sister Rosa: A Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I	A
The death bell beats	B
The mountain repeats	B
The echoing sound of the knell	C
And the dark Monk now	D
Wraps the cowl round his brow	D
As he sits in his lonely cell	C
	-
II	A
And the cold hand of death	E
Chills his shuddering breath	E
As he lists to the fearful lay	F
Which the ghosts of the sky	A
As they sweep wildly by	A
Sing to departed day	F
And they sing of the hour	G
When the stern fates had power	G
To resolve Rosa s form to its clay	F
	-
III	A
But that hour is past	H
And that hour was the last	H
Of peace to the dark Monk s brain	I
Bitter tears from his eyes gushed silent and fast	H
And he strove to suppress them in vain	I
	-
IV	J
Then his fair cross of gold he dashed on the floor	K
When the death knell struck on his ear	L
'Delight is in store	K
For her evermore	K
But for me is fate horror and fear '	-
	-
V	J
Then his eyes wildly rolled	M
When the death bell tolled	M
And he raged in terrific woe	N
And he stamped on the ground	O
But when ceased the sound	O
Tears again began to flow	N
	-
VI	J
And the ice of despair	P
Chilled the wild throb of care	P
And he sate in mute agony still	Q
Till the night stars shone through the cloudless air	P
And the pale moonbeam slept on the hill	Q
	-
VII	J
Then he knelt in his cell	C
And the horrors of hell	C
Were delights to his agonized pain	I
And he prayed to God to dissolve the spell	C
Which else must for ever remain	I
	-
VIII	J
And in fervent pray'r he knelt on the ground	O
Till the abbey bell struck One	R
His feverish blood ran chill at the sound	O
A voice hollow and horrible murmured around	O
'The term of thy penance is done '	-
	-
IX	B
Grew dark the night	S
The moonbeam bright	S
Waxed faint on the mountain high	J
And from the black hill	Q
Went a voice cold and still	Q
'Monk thou art free to die '	-
	-
X	B
Then he rose on his feet	T
And his heart loud did beat	T
And his limbs they were palsied with dread	U
Whilst the grave's clammy dew	V
O'er his pale forehead grew	V
And he shuddered to sleep with the dead	U
	-
XI	B
And the wild midnight storm	W
Raved around his tall form	W
As he sought the chapel's gloom	X
And the sunk grass did sigh	J
To the wind bleak and high	J
As he searched for the new made tomb	X
	-
XII	B
And forms dark and high	J
Seemed around him to fly	J
And mingle their yells with the blast	H
And on the dark wall	Y
Half seen shadows did fall	Y
As enhorrored he onward passed	H
	-
XIII	B
And the storm fiends wild rave	J
O er the new made grave	J
And dread shadows linger around	O
The Monk called on God his soul to save	J
And in horror sank on the ground	O
	-
XIV	J
Then despair nerved his arm	Z
To dispel the charm	Z
And he burst Rosa's coffin asunder	G
And the fierce storm did swell	C
More terrific and fell	C
And louder pealed the thunder	G
	-
XV	J
And laughed in joy the fiendish throng	A2
Mixed with ghosts of the mouldering dead	U
And their grisly wings as they floated along	A2
Whistled in murmurs dread	U
	-
XVI	J
And her skeleton form the dead Nun reared	B2
Which dripped with the chill dew of hell	C
In her half eaten eyeballs two pale flames appeared	B2
And triumphant their gleam on the dark Monk glared	C2
As he stood within the cell	C
	-
XVII	J
And her lank hand lay on his shuddering brain	I
But each power was nerved by fear	D2
'I never henceforth may breathe again	E2
Death now ends mine anguished pain	I
The grave yawns we meet there '	-
	-
XVIII	J
And her skeleton lungs did utter the sound	O
So deadly so lone and so fell	C
That in long vibrations shuddered the ground	O
And as the stern notes floated around	O
A deep groan was answered from hell	C

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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