The Reformer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBC DEDE FGFH IJIJ KLKL MNM OPOP QBQB RSRS TUTU TVTW EXEY ZFZF TTTT A2B2A2B2

Hyde ParkA
August from a vault of hollow brassB
Steep upon the sullen city glaresC
Yellower burns the sick and parching grassB
Shivering in the breath of furnace airsC
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Prone upon their pale outwearied browsD
Miserable forms lie heavilyE
Cumbering the earth untimely boughsD
Fallen from this world o'ershadowing treeE
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London that with every buried sunF
Shakes from her strong life a thousand livesG
Feeds her heart with blood of hearts undoneF
Nourished with a million sorrows thrivesH
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Hither the Reformer comes a flameI
Burns within his dark enthusiast gazeJ
Still he thirsts to show mankind their shameI
Lift and drag them from their sinful waysJ
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Now amid the prostrate scattered throngK
Standing he uplifts his earnest cryL
Wake awake rise up from lust and wrongK
Quickly seek God's mercy ere you dieL
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Thunder on your hesitation hangsM
God prepares your fearful punishmentN
Flee while yet 'tis time those endless pangsM
Hearken wretched sinners and repent ''-
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Scarce the motion of a listless armO
Scarce the uneasy lifting of a headP
Answers that stern trumpet of alarmO
Still he sounds his vehement note of dreadP
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Hand in hand three children solemn eyedQ
Wonder up into his face and passB
Often turning backward o'er the wideQ
Hueless desert of the hazy grassB
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Fierce the lava torrent of his speechR
Pours on those dejected souls aroundS
Yet his words no single bosom reachR
Wither and fall idle on the groundS
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Now at last he falters his own thoughtT
His own voice is strange and far to himU
The sun stares his meaning into naughtT
In the stillness all his fire is dimU
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From those miserable forms unstirredT
Now a mute imploring cry he hearsV
Like a stricken creature's without wordT
O what vain voice sounds upon our earsW
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Powerless are thy terrors to appalE
Welcome even so we feel the lessX
Heavy on our hearts and over allE
This intolerable emptinessY
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Empty is the earth for us the skiesZ
Empty only lives the brazen sunF
Empty are our hearts and if we riseZ
There is nothing to be sought nor wonF
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If upon our silence thou intrudeT
Speak a speech that we may understandT
Leave us to endure our solitudeT
Or reach out to us a brother's handT
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Join us to this life that round us teemsA2
Let us breathe again that common breathB2
Bring us sorrow labour terrors dreamsA2
Madness but deliver us from deathB2

Robert Laurence Binyon



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