Falling Asleep Over The Aeneid Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK KKLLMMNOPPQQRRSTUUVV WWXYZZA2A2B2C2D2E2F2 G2H2I2J2J2K2K2L2L2M2 M2N2O2P2Q2R2R2S2S2T2 T2H2H2U2U2V2V2HHW2W2 X2X2| An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service He falls asleep while reading Vergil and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas an Italian prince | A |
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| The sun is blue and scarlet on my page | B |
| And yuck a yuck a yuck a yuck a rage | B |
| The yellowhammers mating Yellow fire | C |
| Blankets the captives dancing on their pyre | C |
| And the scorched lictor screams and drops his rod | D |
| Trojans are singing to their drunken God | D |
| Ares Their helmets catch on fire Their files | E |
| Clank by the body of my comrade miles | E |
| Of filings Now the scythe wheeled chariot rolls | F |
| Before their lances long as vaulting poles | F |
| And I stand up and heil the thousand men | G |
| Who carry Pallas to the bird priest Then | G |
| The bird priest groans and as his birds foretold | H |
| I greet the body lip to lip I hold | H |
| The sword that Dido used It tries to speak | I |
| A bird with Dido s sworded breast Its beak | I |
| Clangs and ejaculates the Punic word | J |
| I hear the bird priest chirping like a bird | J |
| I groan a little Who am I and why | K |
| It asks a boy s face though its arrow eye | K |
| Is working from its socket Brother try | K |
| O Child of Aphrodite try to die | K |
| To die is life His harlots hang his bed | L |
| With feathers of his long tailed birds His head | L |
| Is yawning like a person The plumes blow | M |
| The beard and eyebrows ruffle Face of snow | M |
| You are the flower that country girls have caught | N |
| A wild bee pillaged honey suckle brought | O |
| To the returning bridegroom the design | P |
| Has not yet left it and the petals shine | P |
| The earth its mother has at last no help | Q |
| It is itself The broken winded yelp | Q |
| Of my Phoenician hounds that fills the brush | R |
| With snapping twigs and flying cannot flush | R |
| The ghost of Pallas But I take his pall | S |
| Stiff with its gold and purple and recall | T |
| How Dido hugged it to her while she toiled | U |
| Laughing her golden threads a serpent coiled | U |
| In cypress Now I lay it like a sheet | V |
| It clinks and settles down upon his feet | V |
| The careless yellow hair that seemed to burn | W |
| Beforehand Left foot right foot as they turn | W |
| More pyres are rising armored horses bronze | X |
| And gagged Italians who must file by ones | Y |
| Across the bitter river when my thumb | Z |
| Tightens into their wind pipes The beaks drum | Z |
| Their headman s cow horned death s head bites its tongue | A2 |
| And stiffens as it eyes the hero slung | A2 |
| Inside his feathered hammock on the crossed | B2 |
| Staves of the eagles that we winged Our cost | C2 |
| Is nothing to the lovers whoring Mars | D2 |
| And Venus father s lover Now his car s | E2 |
| Plumage is ready and my marshals fetch | F2 |
| His squire Acoctes white with age to hitch | G2 |
| Aethon the hero s charger and its ears | H2 |
| Prick and it steps and steps and stately tears | I2 |
| Lather its teeth and then the harlots bring | J2 |
| The hero s charms and baton but the King | J2 |
| Vain glorious Turnus carried off the rest | K2 |
| I was myself but Ares thought it best | K2 |
| The way it happened At the end of time | L2 |
| He sets his spear as my descendants climb | L2 |
| The knees of Father Time his beard of scalps | M2 |
| His scythe the arc of steel that crowns the Alps | M2 |
| The elephants of Carthage hold those snows | N2 |
| Turms of Numidian horse unsling their bows | O2 |
| The flaming turkey feathered arrows swarm | P2 |
| Beyond the Alps Pallas I raise my arm | Q2 |
| And shout Brother eternal health Farewell | R2 |
| Forever Church is over and its bell | R2 |
| Frightens the yellowhammers as I wake | S2 |
| And watch the whitecaps wrinkle up the lake | S2 |
| Mother s great aunt who died when I was eight | T2 |
| Stands by our parlor sabre Boy it s late | T2 |
| Vergil must keep the Sabbath Eighty years | H2 |
| It all comes back My Uncle Charles appears | H2 |
| Blue capped and bird like Phillips Brooks and Grant | U2 |
| Are frowning at his coffin and my aunt | U2 |
| Hearing his colored volunteers parade | V2 |
| Through Concord laughs and tells her English maid | V2 |
| To clip his yellow nostril hairs and fold | H |
| His colors on him It is I I hold | H |
| His sword to keep from falling for the dust | W2 |
| On the stuffed birds is breathless for the bust | W2 |
| Of young Augustus weighs on Vergil s shelf | X2 |
| It scowls into my glasses at itself | X2 |
Robert Lowell
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