The Death Of Euclid Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEDEFG HIHIJK HHHH HLHLMNMN OOPPQHQHRDRDD SSDDDTDTDD DDUDUD

Euclid we are told is at last dead after two thousandA
years of an immortality that he never muchB
deserved The Times Literary SupplementC
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A THRENODY for EUCLID This is heD
Who with his learning made our youth a wasteE
Holding our souls in feeD
A god whose high set crystal throne was basedE
Beyond the reach of tearsF
Deeper than time and his relentless yearsG
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Come then ye Angle Nymphs and make lamentH
Ye little Postulates and all the throngI
Of Definitions with your heads besprentH
In funeral ashes ye who longI
Worshipped the King and followed in his trainJ
For he is dead and cannot rise againK
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Then from the shapes that beat their breasts and weptH
Soft to the light a gentle Problem steppedH
And lo her clinging robe she swiftly loosedH
And with majestic hands her side producedH
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Sweet Theorem she said and called her mateH
Sweet Theorem be with me at this hourL
How oft together in a dear debateH
We two bore witness to our Sovereign's powerL
But he is dead and henceforth all our daysM
Are wrapped in gloomN
And we who never ceased to sing his praiseM
May weep our lord but cannot call him from his tombN
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And as they bowed their heads and to and froO
Wove in a mournful gait their web of woeO
Two sentinels forth cameP
Their hearts aflameP
And moved behind the pairQ
Warders we are they criedH
Of these two sisters who were once so fairQ
So joyous in their prideH
And now their massy shields they lifted highR
Embossed with letters threeD
And though a mist of tears bedimmed each eyeR
The sorrowing Nymphs could seeD
Q E and F on one and on the other Q E DD
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But on a sudden with a hideous noiseS
Of joy and laughter rushed a rout of boysS
And all the mourners in affrightD
Scattered to left and rightD
Problems and Theorems and Angles tooD
Postulates Definitions Circles PlanesT
A jibbering crewD
With all their hoary gainsT
Of knowledge from their monarch deadD
Into the outer darkness shrieking fledD
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And now with festal dance and laughter loudD
Broke in the boyish and intruding crowdD
Nor did they failU
Seeing that all the painful throng was spedD
To let high mirth prevailU
And raise the song of joy for EUCLID deadD

R. C. Lehmann



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