Ode For September Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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On that long day when England held her breathA
Suddenly gripped at heartB
And called to choose her partB
Between her loyal soul and luring sophistriesC
We watched the wide green bosomed land beneathD
Driven and tumultuous skiesC
We watched the volley of white shower after showerE
Desolate with fierce drops the fallen flowerE
And still the rain's retreatF
Drew glory on its trackG
And still when all was darkness and defeatF
Upon dissolving cloud the bow of peace shone backG
So in our hearts was alternating beatF
With very dread elateH
And Earth dyed all her day in colours of our fateH
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But oh how faint the image we foretoldI
In fancies of our fearJ
Now that the truth is hereK
And we awake from dream yet think it still a dreamL
It bursts our thoughts with more than thought can holdI
And more than human seemL
These agonies of conflict ElementsC
At war yet not with vast indifferenceC
Casually crushing nayM
It is as if were hurledN
Lightnings that murdered seeking out their preyM
As if an earthquake shook to chaos half the worldN
Equal in purpose as in power to slayM
And thunder stunned our earsC
Streaming in rain of blood on torrents that are tearsC
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Around a planet rolls the drum's alarmO
Far where the summer smilesC
Upon the utmost islesC
Danger is treading silent as a fever breathA
Now in the North the secret waters armO
Under the wave is DeathA
They fight in the very air the virgin airP
Hovering on fierce wings to the onset thereP
Nations to battle streamL
Earth smokes and cities burnQ
Heaven thickens in a storm of shells that screamL
The long lines shattering break turn and again returnQ
And still across a continent they teemL
Moving in myriads moreR
Than ranks of flesh and blood but soul with soul at warR
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All the hells are awake the old serpents hissC
From dungeons of the mindS
Fury of hate born blindS
Madness and lust despairs and treacheries uncleanT
They shudder up from man's most dark abyssC
But there are heavens sereneT
That answer strength with strength they stand secureU
They arm us from within and we endureU
Now are the brave more braveV
Now is the cause more dearJ
The more the tempests of the darkness raveV
As when the sun goes down the shining stars are clearJ
Radiant the spirit rushes to the graveV
Glorious it is to liveW
In such an hour but life is lovelier yet to giveX
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Alas what comfort for the uncomfortedS
Who knew no cause nor soughtS
Glory or gain they are taughtS
Homeless in homes that burn what human hearts can bearP
The children stumble over their dear deadS
Wandering they know not whereP
And there is one who simply fights obeysC
Tramps till he loses count of nights and daysC
Tired mired in dust and sweatS
Far from his own hearth stoneY
A common man of common earth and yetS
The battle winner he a man of no renownZ
Where food for cannon'' pays a nation's debtS
This is Earth's hero whomA2
The pride of Empire tosses careless to his doomA2
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Now will we speak while we have eyes for tearsC
And fibres to be wrungB2
And in our mouths a tongueB2
We will bear wrongs untold but will not only bearP
Not only bear but build through striving yearsC
The answer of our prayerP
That whosoever has the noble nameC2
Of man shall not be yoked to alien shameC2
That life shall be indeedS
Life not permitted breathA
Of spirits wrenched and forced to others' needS
Robbed of their nature's joy and free alone in deathA
The world shall travail in that cause shall bleedS
But deep in hope it dwellsC
Until the morning break which the long night foretellsC
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O children filled with your own airy gleeD2
Or with a grief that comesC
So swift so strange it numbsC
If on your growing youth this page of terror biteS
Harden not then your senses feel and beD2
The promise of the lightS
O heirs of Man keep in your hearts not lessC
The divine torrents of his tendernessC
'Tis ever war but rustS
Grows on the sword the taleE2
Of earth is strewn with empires heaped in dustS
Because they dreamed that force should punish and prevailE2
The will to kindness lives beyond their lustS
Their grandeurs are undoneF2
Deep in man's suffering soul are all his victories wonF2

Robert Laurence Binyon



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