La Patrie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK LLLL MLNL LOLO PQRQ SLSL RTRT| Through storm blown gloom the subtle light persists | A |
| Shapes of tumultuous ghostly cloud appear | B |
| Trailing a dark shower from hill drenching mists | A |
| Dawn desolate in its majesty is here | C |
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| But ere the wayside trees show leaf and form | D |
| Invisible larks in all the air around | E |
| Ripple their songs up through the gloom and storm | D |
| As if the baulked light had won wings of sound | E |
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| A wounded soldier on his stretcher waits | F |
| His turn for the ambulance by the glimmering rails | G |
| He is wrapped in a rough brown blanket like his mates | F |
| Over him the dawn broadens the cloud pales | G |
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| Muscular swart bearded and quite still | H |
| He lies too tired to think to wonder Drops | I |
| From a leaf fall by him For spent nerve and will | H |
| The world of shattering and stunned effort stops | I |
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| He feels the air song thrilled and fresh and dim | J |
| And close about him smells the rainy soil | K |
| It is ever living Earth recovers him | J |
| Friend and companion of old fruitful toil | K |
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| He is patient with her patience Hurt he takes | L |
| Strength from her rooted still tenacities | L |
| The will to heal that secretly re makes | L |
| Like slumber holds his dark contented eyes | L |
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| For she though never reckoning of the cost | M |
| Full germs of all profusion she prepares | L |
| Knows tragic hours too parching famine frost | N |
| And wreck and in her children's hurt she shares | L |
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| Build what we may house us in lofty mind's | L |
| Palaces wean the fine wrought spirit apart | O |
| Earth touches where the fibre throbs and winds | L |
| The threads about us of her infinite heart | O |
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| And some dear ground with its own changing sky | P |
| As if it were our feeling flesh is wrought | Q |
| Into the very body's dignity | R |
| And private colour of least conscious thought | Q |
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| O when that loud invader burned and bruised | S |
| This ordered land's old kindness with brute blows | L |
| Shamed and befouled and plundered and abused | S |
| Was it not Earth that in her soldier rose | L |
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| And armed him terrible and simple He | R |
| Takes his wound mute as Earth is yet as strong | T |
| The funeral clouds trail wet wind shakes the tree | R |
| But all the wild air of the dawn is song | T |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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