A Vision Of Resurrection Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDCEDDE FGGFHDHIDDI EEEEDJDKLJM NOONEPEFPP QRRQSTSETTE DEEDDUDEUUE

The Genius of an hour that fading dayA
Resigned to wide haired Night's impending browB
Stole me apart I knew not where nor howB
And from my sense ravished the world awayA
Rose in my view a visionary groundC
A rugged plain beneath uncoloured skiesD
There slowly in the midst without a soundC
Upheaved a motion as of birth I gazedE
When lo a head with upcast empty eyesD
And semblance of dead shoulders' majestiesD
Whose fleshless arms a marble breast upraisedE
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But even as this emerged nor yet was freeF
Behold it ripen into bloom and formG
The shrunk limbs round and into colour warmG
The hair spring new as leaves upon a treeF
And curl like small flames round the forehead fairH
At last the eyelids open wide it seemsD
A glorious statured youth that wakens thereH
Casting his eyes in wonder down to feelI
This body that with clear blood newly teemsD
How perfect yet still heavy as from dreamsD
And over it the ancient beauty stealI
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O lost in musing recollection sweetE
What summoning cry thine age long slumber stirredE
In that profound grave has thy cold ear heardE
From heaven the mailed Archangel call whose feetE
Stand planted in the stream of stars and whoseD
Time shattering trump hath pealed to the world's coreJ
Yet still doth thy averted head refuseD
To lift its eyes up still thy spread hands leanK
On earth while pensive thou surveyest o'erL
This radiant shape that all thy sorrows boreJ
Strong now as if no pain had ever beenM
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What thoughts begin to glide upon thy brainN
And part thy lips with sighs Is it some fearO
'Mid flattering heavenly airs approaching nearO
This strange unproven peace to entertainN
Musing O rebel flesh in my hard needE
How often didst thou fail me I know wellP
How thou didst make me suffer toil and bleedE
At once my prison and my enemyF
Dear body I fear thee yet dark rages dwellP
Within thee how shalt thou in peace excelP
How learn to bear perfect felicity ''-
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Nay rather that fond wonder in thy lookQ
Is wonder to have lost the thoughts that maimR
The wounds of evilly invented shameR
And fear that each sweet impulse overtookQ
Now thou art free and all thy being wholeS
Perceivest in that peril haunted earthT
The fair and primal gestures of thy soulS
And knowest how all thy full completion fedE
The urging hungers the sun sweetened mirthT
Yea finding even in those furies worthT
Which lacking hardly art thou perfectedE
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What trees are these whose dim young branches riseD
Above thee Springing waters freshen sweetE
New tender green for thee to pace and greetE
The growing of the dawn of ParadiseD
Thou gazest round thee with a listening faceD
Hearkening perhaps to some far floating songU
Unheard of men Ah go not ere thy graceD
O glorified of me be throughly learnedE
But as I prayed in supplication strongU
The vision faded and the world whose wrongU
Mocks holy beauty and our desire returnedE

Robert Laurence Binyon



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