Satan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBABDD EFGHEFII JKJKJKLL MMMMMMKK NONNKPQ RSRSRSTT

Below the bottom of the great AbyssA
There where one centre reconciles all thingsB
The world's profound heart pants there placed isC
Mischief's old Master close about him clingsB
A curled knot of embracing snakes that kissA
His correspondent cheeks these loathsome stringsB
Hold the perverse prince in eternal tiesD
Fast bound since first he forfeited the skiesD
-
Heaven's golden winged herald late he sawE
To a poor Galilean virgin sentF
How long the bright youth bowed and with what aweG
Immortal flowers to her fair hand presentH
He saw the old Hebrew's womb neglect the lawE
Of age and barrenness and her Babe preventF
His birth by his devotion who beganI
Betimes to be a saint before a manI
-
Yet on the other side fain would he startJ
Above his fears and think it cannot beK
He studies Scripture strives to sound the heartJ
And feel the pulse of every prophecyK
He knows but knows not how or by what artJ
The heaven expecting ages hope to seeK
A mighty Babe whose pure unspotted birthL
From a chaste virgin womb should bless the earthL
-
But these vast mysteries his senses smotherM
And reason for what's faith to him devourM
How she that is a maid should prove a motherM
Yet keep inviolate her virgin flowerM
How God's eternal Son should be man's brotherM
Poseth his proudest intellectual powerM
How a pure spirit should incarnate beK
And life itself wear death's frail liveryK
-
That the great angel blinding light should shrinkN
His blaze to shine in a poor shepherd's eyeO
That the unmeasured God so low should sinkN
As prisoner in a few poor rags to lie milk should drinkN
Who feeds with nectar Heaven's fair familyK
That a vile manger his low bed should proveP
Who in a throne of stars thunders aboveQ
-
That He whom the sun serves should faintly peepR
Through clouds of infant flesh that He the oldS
Eternal Word would be a child and weepR
That He who made the fire should feel the coldS
That Heaven's high Majesty his court should keepR
In a clay cottage by each blast controlledS
That Glory's self should serve our griefs and fearsT
And free Eternity submit to yearsT

Richard Crashaw



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about Satan poem by Richard Crashaw


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 5 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets