After The Surprising Conversions Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNAAOOPPQQRCSSTT UVWWRX| September twenty second Sir today | A |
| I answer In the latter part of May | A |
| Hard on our Lord s Ascension it began | B |
| To be more sensible A gentleman | C |
| Of more than common understanding strict | D |
| In morals pious in behavior kicked | D |
| Against our goad A man of some renown | E |
| An useful honored person in the town | E |
| He came of melancholy parents prone | F |
| To secret spells for years they kept alone | F |
| His uncle I believe was killed of it | G |
| Good people but of too much or little wit | G |
| I preached one Sabbath on a text from Kings | H |
| He showed concernment for his soul Some things | H |
| In his experience were hopeful He | I |
| Would sit and watch the wind knocking a tree | I |
| And praise this countryside our Lord has made | J |
| Once when a poor man s heifer died he laid | J |
| A shilling on the doorsill though a thirst | K |
| For loving shook him like a snake he durst | K |
| Not entertain much hope of his estate | L |
| In heaven Once we saw him sitting late | L |
| Behind his attic window by a light | M |
| That guttered on his Bible through that night | M |
| He meditated terror and he seemed | N |
| Beyond advice or reason for he dreamed | N |
| That he was called to trumpet Judgment Day | A |
| To Concord In the latter part of May | A |
| He cut his throat And though the coroner | O |
| Judged him delirious soon a noisome stir | O |
| Palsied our village At Jehovah s nod | P |
| Satan seemed more let loose amongst us God | P |
| Abandoned us to Satan and he pressed | Q |
| Us hard until we thought we could not rest | Q |
| Till we had done with life Content was gone | R |
| All the good work was quashed We were undone | C |
| The breath of God had carried out a planned | S |
| And sensible withdrawal from this land | S |
| The multitude once unconcerned with doubt | T |
| Once neither callous curious nor devout | T |
| Jumped at broad noon as though some peddler groaned | U |
| At it in its familiar twang My friend | V |
| Cut your own throat Cut your own throat Now Now | W |
| September twenty second Sir the bough | W |
| Cracks with the unpicked apples and at dawn | R |
| The small mouth bass breaks water gorged with spawn | X |
Robert Lowell
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