Edith Cavell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB BBDB EFBF BBBB BGHG EIFI JKLK BBEB BBBB MBNB OPQP BRSR GTBT UAVA

She was binding the wounds of her enemies when they cameA
The lint in her hand unrolledB
They battered the door with their rifle butts crashed it inC
She faced them gentle and boldB
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They haled her before the judges where they satB
In their places helmet on headB
With question and menace the judges assailed her YesD
I have broken your law she saidB
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I have tended the hurt and hidden the hunted have doneE
As a sister does to a brotherF
Because of a law that is greater than that you have madeB
Because I could do none otherF
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Deal as you will with me This is my choice to the endB
To live in the life I vowedB
She is self confessed they cried she is self condemnedB
She shall die that the rest may be cowedB
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In the terrible hour of the dawn when the veins are coldB
They led her forth to the wallG
I have loved my land she said but it is not enoughH
Love requires of me allG
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I will empty my heart of the bitterness hating noneE
And sweetness filled her braveI
With a vision of understanding beyond the hourF
That knelled to the waiting graveI
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They bound her eyes but she stood as if she shoneJ
The rifles it was that shookK
When the hoarse command rang out They could not endureL
That last that defenceless lookK
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And the officer strode and pistolled her surely ashamedB
That men seasoned in bloodB
Should quail at a woman only a womanE
As a flower stamped in the mudB
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And now that the deed was securely done in the nightB
When none had known her fateB
They answered those that had striven for her day by dayB
It is over you come too lateB
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And with many words and sorrowful phrased excuseM
Argued their German rightB
To kill most legally hard though the duty beN
The law must assert its mightB
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Only a woman yet she had pity on themO
The victim offered slainP
To the gods of fear that they worship Leave them thereQ
Red hands to clutch their gainP
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She bewailed not herself and we will bewail her notB
But with tears of pride rejoiceR
That an English soul was found so crystal clearS
To be triumphant voiceR
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Of the human heart that dares adventure allG
But live to itself untrueT
And beyond all laws sees love as the light in the nightB
As the star it must answer toT
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The hurts she healed the thousands comforted theseU
Make a fragrance of her fameA
But because she stept to her star right on through deathV
It is Victory speaks her nameA

Robert Laurence Binyon



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