Oxford In War-time Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACAC DADA EFEF GAGA HIHI JKJK LMFN OPOP QGQR STST UVUV WUWU

What alters you familiar lawn and towerA
Arched alley and garden green to the gray wallB
With crumbling crevice and the old wine red flowerA
Solitary in summer sun for allB
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Is like a dream I tread on dreams No stirA
Of footsteps voices laughter Even the chimeC
Of many memoried bells is lonelierA
In this neglected ghostliness of TimeC
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What stealing touch of separation numbD
Absents you Yet my heart springs up to adoreA
The shrining of your soul that is becomeD
Nearer and oh far dearer than beforeA
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It is as if I looked on the still faceE
Of a Mother musing where she sits aloneF
She is with her sons she is not in this placeE
She is gone out into far lands unknownF
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Because that filled horizon occupiesG
Her heart with mute prayer and divining fearA
Therefore her hands so calm lie and her eyesG
See nothing and men wonder at her hereA
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But far in France on the torn Flanders plainH
By Sinai in the Macedonian snowsI
The fly plagued sands of Tigris heat and rainH
On wandering water where the black squall blowsI
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Less danger than the bright wave ambushesJ
She bears it out All the long day she bearsK
And the sudden hour of instant challengesJ
To act that searches all men no man sparesK
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She is with her sons leaving a virtue goneL
Out of her sacred places what she bredM
Lives other life than this that sits aloneF
Though still in dream starrily visitedN
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For O in youth she lives not in her ageO
Her soul is with the springtime and the youngP
And she absents her from the learned pageO
Studious of high histories yet unsungP
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More passionately prized than wisdom's bookQ
Because her own Her faith is in those eyesG
That clear into the gape of hell can lookQ
Putting to proof ancient philosophiesR
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Such as the virgin Muses would rehearseS
Beside the silvery swallow haunted streamT
Under the gray towers But immortal verseS
Is now exchanged for its immortal themeT
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Victory proud loss and the enduring mindU
Youth that has passed all praises and has wonV
More than renown being that which faith divinedU
Reality more radiant than the sunV
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She gave she gives more than all anchored daysW
Of dedicated lore of storied artU
And she resigns her beauty to men's gazeW
To mask the riches of her bleeding heartU

Robert Laurence Binyon



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