My Foe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNN OOPPQQRRSS TTBBUUVVTTWW XXYYZZVVSS RRA2A2B2B2C2C2HHD2D2 E2E2QQF2G2H2I2 C2C2J2J2K2L2HHII IIBBRRM2M2 UUN2N2| A Belgian Priest Soldier Speaks | A |
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| GURR You cochon Stand and fight | B |
| Show your mettle Snarl and bite | B |
| Spawn of an accursed race | C |
| Turn and meet me face to face | C |
| Here amid the wreck and rout | D |
| Let us grip and have it out | D |
| Here where ruins rock and reel | E |
| Let us settle steel to steel | E |
| Look Our houses how they spit | F |
| Sparks from brands your friends have lit | F |
| See Our gutters running red | G |
| Bright with blood your friends have shed | G |
| Hark Amid your drunken brawl | H |
| How our maidens shriek and call | H |
| Why have you come here alone | I |
| To this hearth's blood spattered stone | I |
| Come to ravish come to loot | J |
| Come to play the ghoulish brute | J |
| Ah indeed We well are met | K |
| Bayonet to bayonet | K |
| God I never killed a man | L |
| Now I'll do the best I can | L |
| Rip you to the evil heart | M |
| Laugh to see the life blood start | M |
| Bah You swine I hate you so | N |
| Show you mercy No and no | N |
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| There I've done it See He lies | O |
| Death a staring from his eyes | O |
| Glazing eyeballs panting breath | P |
| How it's horrible is Death | P |
| Plucking at his bloody lips | Q |
| With his trembling finger tips | Q |
| Choking in a dreadful way | R |
| As if he would something say | R |
| In that uncouth tongue of his | S |
| Oh how horrible Death is | S |
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| How I wish that he would die | T |
| So unnerved unmanned am I | T |
| See His twitching face is white | B |
| See His bubbling blood is bright | B |
| Why do I not shout with glee | U |
| What strange spell is over me | U |
| There he lies the fight was fair | V |
| Let me toss my cap in air | V |
| Why am I so silent Why | T |
| Do I pray for him to die | T |
| Where is all my vengeful joy | W |
| Ugh My foe is but a boy | W |
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| I'd a brother of his age | X |
| Perished in the war's red rage | X |
| Perished in the Ypres hell | Y |
| Oh I loved my brother well | Y |
| And though I be hard and grim | Z |
| How it makes me think of him | Z |
| He had just such flaxen hair | V |
| As the lad that's lying there | V |
| Just such frank blue eyes were his | S |
| God How horrible war is | S |
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| I have reason to be gay | R |
| There is one less foe to slay | R |
| I have reason to be glad | A2 |
| Yet my foe is such a lad | A2 |
| So I watch in dull amaze | B2 |
| See his dying eyes a glaze | B2 |
| See his face grow glorified | C2 |
| See his hands outstretched and wide | C2 |
| To that bit of ruined wall | H |
| Where the flames have ceased to crawl | H |
| Where amid the crumbling bricks | D2 |
| Hangs a blackebed crucifix | D2 |
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| Now oh now I understand | E2 |
| Quick I press it in his hand | E2 |
| Close his feeble finger tips | Q |
| Hold it to his faltering lips | Q |
| As I watch his welling blood | F2 |
| I would stem it if I could | G2 |
| God of Pity let him live | H2 |
| God of Love forgive forgive | I2 |
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| His face looked strangely as he died | C2 |
| Like that of One they crucified | C2 |
| And in the pocket of his coat | J2 |
| I found a letter thus he wrote | J2 |
| The things I've seen Oh mother dear | K2 |
| I'm wondering can God be here | L2 |
| To night amid the drunken brawl | H |
| I saw a Cross hung on a wall | H |
| I'll seek it now and there alone | I |
| Perhaps I may atone atone | I |
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| Ah no 'Tis I who must atone | I |
| No other saw but God alone | I |
| Yet how can I forget the sight | B |
| Of that face so woeful white | B |
| Dead I kissed him as he lay | R |
| Knelt by him and tried to pray | R |
| Left him lying there at rest | M2 |
| Crucifix upon his breast | M2 |
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| Not for him the pity be | U |
| Ye who pity pity me | U |
| Crawling now the ways I trod | N2 |
| Blood guilty in sight of God | N2 |
Robert William Service
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