The Poem. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCEFGFGHAHI

These bones have life and this heart knowsA
The poem that this hand has writB
The wind of God within it blowsA
The light of God too shines in itB
Gather the words as sands and castC
Them in the silence of the sphereD
The imaginary sound shall lastC
Till thought grows deaf to all things hereE
Ay then regather word by wordF
The wonder of the mystic penG
And ye shall hear a lonely birdF
Singing within the hearts of menG
A form a color light and airH
'Tis like the soul a phantasyA
Which men may picture anywhereH
Till God becomes a memoryI

Robert Crawford



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