Red Night Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBADDDEDFGGEFHDH IIDJDKKJKLMNDD NONOAN GAAIGPDQPQDDRDPDSDDS DDTUTVDWVDXDYXDZDDA2 A2B2ZC2D2E2C2 F2MLG2F2G2DG2DH2DH2I 2SDJ2I2J2DDK2IK2DDGL 2L2M2PN2O2O2 DODPOP2P2OP| Rolled in a smouldering mist wrapt in an ardent cloud | A |
| Over ridged roofs over the buried roar | B |
| That comes and goes | C |
| Where shadowy London mutters at the core | B |
| Of meeting streets interminably ploughed | A |
| Through blackness built and steepled and immense | D |
| With felt unfeatured waste magnificence | D |
| The night shudders and glows | D |
| Ensanguined skies that lower and lift and change | E |
| Each instant sullen with a spectral rose | D |
| Upon the towered horizon but more near | F |
| A lurid vapour throbbing up the gloom | G |
| Glares like a furnace fume | G |
| Exhausted pallors hover faint and strange | E |
| Dull fiery flushes melt and reappear | F |
| While over all in lofty glimpses far | H |
| Spaces of silence and blue dream disclose | D |
| The still eye of a star | H |
| - | |
| Muffled in burning air so dumb | I |
| Above this monstrous ever trembling hum | I |
| What hide you heavens What sombre presences | D |
| What powers pass over What dim legioned host | J |
| What peopled pageantries | D |
| With gleam of arms and robes that crimsoned trail | K |
| In silent triumph or huge mockery hail | K |
| O is it the tumultuous memoried ghost | J |
| Of some lost city fabulous and frail | K |
| Stoops over London Susa Thebes or Tyre | L |
| Rebuilded out of mist and fire | M |
| No rather to its secret self revealed | N |
| The soul of London burning in the skies | D |
| Her desolations and her majesties | D |
| - | |
| There there is all unsealed | N |
| Terror and hope ecstasy and despair | O |
| Their apparition yield | N |
| While still through kindled street and shadowy square | O |
| The faces pass the uncounted faces crowd | A |
| Rages lamentings joys in masks of flesh concealed | N |
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| Down a grimed lane around a bare benched room | G |
| Seven shapes of men are sunken heads upon hands bowed | A |
| O spent and mad desires lost in the fiery cloud | A |
| What dungeon fled you from | I |
| Across the river's glittering gloom | G |
| Under the towered chimes a youth steps bright | P |
| With dream that all the future clothes | D |
| Into this new enchanted land | Q |
| Incessant stream the faces into light | P |
| From his wife's hand | Q |
| Behold a drunkard snatch the toil earned pence | D |
| And strike her on the patient face with oaths | D |
| But over trees upon a balcony | R |
| To a young girl life murmurs up immense | D |
| Its strange delight | P |
| And in her pulses to her spirit sings | D |
| Along an alley thronged and flaring | S |
| A woman's loud self loathing laughter rings | D |
| The old prowler leers Fierce cries a mob incense | D |
| Still the red Night her stormy heart is baring | S |
| A bent blind beggar taps along the stones | D |
| The indifferent traffic roars and drones | D |
| Blank under a high torch | T |
| Gapes a house ruin propped with beams beneath | U |
| Some shadow guarded and neglected porch | T |
| A girl and boy | V |
| Whence flowered O Night yon soft and fearful rose | D |
| Press timid lips and breathe | W |
| Speechless their joy | V |
| Hither and thither goes | D |
| The homeless outcast students turn the page | X |
| By lamplight the physician sentences | D |
| Dull eyed or jovial tavern loungers drink | Y |
| The applauded actor steps upon the stage | X |
| Mothers with far thoughts watch upon their knees | D |
| Where children slumber revellers stamp and shout | Z |
| Long parted bosoms meet in sobbed embrace | D |
| Hope behind doors ebbs from the waiting face | D |
| Locked bodies sway and swell | A2 |
| With pain of unendurable farewell | A2 |
| No instant but some debt of terror's paid | B2 |
| Some shame exacted measureless love poured out | Z |
| Weak hearts are helped strong men are torn | C2 |
| Wild sorrow in dear arms is comforted | D2 |
| The last peace dawns upon the newly dead | E2 |
| And in hushed rooms is heard wail of the newly born | C2 |
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| What ferments rise and mingle | F2 |
| Night on your cloudy mirror what young fire | M |
| Shoots and what endless lassitudes expire | L |
| Yet out of one flesh wrought | G2 |
| None separate none single | F2 |
| Hater and hated seeker and sought | G2 |
| O restless O innumerable shapes | D |
| Kneaded by one all urging thought | G2 |
| That none diverts that none escapes | D |
| So thirsted for if not in pride in shame | H2 |
| If not with tenderness with railing curse | D |
| If not with hands that cherish hands that maim | H2 |
| Life how vast Life how brief | I2 |
| Eternally wooed and wooing | S |
| That some would stifle and some hotly seize | D |
| And some by cunning trap into their mesh | J2 |
| Or plunder in the darkness like a thief | I2 |
| And these from rapturous pangs of flesh | J2 |
| Would crush to maddening wine and these | D |
| In still renunciation lure to their soul's ease | D |
| Though never in a single heart contained | K2 |
| Though depth of it no wisest seer may plumb | I |
| Though height of it no hero wholly gained | K2 |
| Heavenly and human twined in all our throes | D |
| Of passion that in blind heat overflows | D |
| To charge the night with thick and shuddering fume | G |
| And felt in every cry in every deed | L2 |
| Defaced or freed | L2 |
| Ah spent at such a dear and cruel cost | M2 |
| Possessed a moment and then like yon height | P |
| Of stars clouded in our own selves and lost | N2 |
| Lives the supreme | O2 |
| Reality diviner than all dream | O2 |
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| Now all the heaven like a huge smithy glows | D |
| Hollow and palpitating dusk and glare | O |
| Ah forge of God where blows | D |
| The blast of an incredible flame what might | P |
| Shapes to what uses there | O |
| Each obdurate iron or molten fiery part | P2 |
| Of the one infinite wrought human heart | P2 |
| In tears love anger beauty and despair | O |
| Throbbing for ever under the red night | P |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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