The Last Meeting Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFG HIJKLMNOPQRS TUVDW BXYZA2B2C2D2E2F2 G2H2I2J2K2PH L2M2DN2O2DP2H2Q2R2S2 T2HU2V2W2 X2Y2P2 RZ2B A FA3B3C3D3ZA A3N2Q2E3PZ2F3G3H3I3J 3 K3L3D3K3M3N3K3 K3O3P3Q3S2 K3K3R3ZA3S3P2T3 U3GS2H2K3XM2S3K3K3V3 A R2K3W3K3X3Y3Z3U3 PQ2S3A4B4 K3HC4G

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Because the night was falling warm and stillB
Upon a golden day at April's endC
I thought I will go up the hill once moreD
To find the face of him that I have lostE
And speak with him before his ghost has flownF
Far from the earth that might not keep him longG
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So down the road I went pausing to seeH
How slow the dusk drew on and how the folkI
Loitered about their doorways well contentJ
With the fine weather and the waxing yearK
The miller's house that glimmered with grey wallsL
Turned me aside and for a while I leanedM
Along the tottering rail beside the bridgeN
To watch the dripping mill wheel green with dampO
The miller peered at me with shadowed eyesP
And pallid face I could not hear his voiceQ
For sound of the weir's plunging He was oldR
His days went round with the unhurrying wheelS
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Moving along the street each side I sawT
The humble kindly folk in lamp lit roomsU
Children at table simple homely wivesV
Strong grizzled men and soldiers back from warD
Scaring the gaping elders with loud talkW
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Soon all the jumbled roofs were down the hillB
And I was turning up the grassy laneX
That goes to the big empty house that standsY
Above the town half hid by towering treesZ
I looked below and saw the glinting lightsA2
I heard the treble cries of bustling lifeB2
And mirth and scolding and the grind of wheelsC2
An engine whistled piercing shrill and calledD2
High echoes from the sombre slopes afarE2
Then a long line of trucks began to moveF2
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It was quite still the columned chestnuts stoodG2
Dark in their noble canopies of leavesH2
I thought 'A little longer I'll delayI2
And then he'll be more glad to hear my feetJ2
And with low laughter ask me why I'm lateK2
The place will be too dim to show his eyesP
But he will loom above me like a treeH
With lifted arms and body tall and strong '-
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There stood the empty house a ghostly hulkL2
Becalmed and huge massed in the mantling darkM2
As builders left it when quick shattering warD
Leapt upon France and called her men to fightN2
Lightly along the terraces I trodO2
Crunching the rubble till I found the doorD
That gaped in twilight framing inward gloomP2
An owl flew out from under the high eavesH2
To vanish secretly among the firsQ2
Where lofty boughs netted the gleam of starsR2
I stumbled in the dusty floors were strewnS2
With cumbering piles of planks and props and beamsT2
Tall windows gapped the walls the place was freeH
To every searching gust and jousting galeU2
But now they slept I was afraid to speakV2
And heavily the shadows crowded inW2
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I called him once then listened nothing movedX2
Only my thumping heart beat out the timeY2
Whispering his name I groped from room to roomP2
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Quite empty was that house it could not holdR
His human ghost remembered in the loveZ2
That strove in vain to be companioned stillB
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Blindly I sought the woods that I had knownF
So beautiful with morning when I cameA3
Amazed with spring that wove the hazel twigsB3
With misty raiment of awakening greenC3
I found a holy dimness and the peaceD3
Of sanctuary austerely built of treesZ
And wonder stooping from the tranquil skyA
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Ah but there was no need to call his nameA3
He was beside me now as swift as lightN2
I knew him crushed to earth in scentless flowersQ2
And lifted in the rapture of dark pinesE3
'For now ' he said 'my spirit has more eyesP
Than heaven has stars and they are lit by loveZ2
My body is the magic of the worldF3
And dawn and sunset flame with my spilt bloodG3
My breath is the great wind and I am filledH3
With molten power and surge of the bright wavesI3
That chant my doom along the ocean's edgeJ3
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'Look in the faces of the flowers and findK3
The innocence that shrives me stoop to the streamL3
That you may share the wisdom of my peaceD3
For talking water travels undismayedK3
The luminous willows lean to it with talesM3
Of the young earth and swallows dip their wingsN3
Where showering hawthorn strews the lanes of lightK3
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'I can remember summer in one thoughtK3
Of wind swept green and deeps of melting blueO3
And scent of limes in bloom and I can hearP3
Distinct the early mower in the grassQ3
Whetting his blade along some morn of JuneS2
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'For I was born to the round world's delightK3
And knowledge of enfolding motherhoodK3
Whose tenderness that shines through constant toilR3
Gathers the naked children to her kneesZ
In death I can remember how she cameA3
To kiss me while I slept still I can shareS3
The glee of childhood and the fleeting gloomP2
When all my flowers were washed with rain of tearsT3
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'I triumph in the choruses of birdsU3
Bursting like April buds in gyres of songG
My meditations are the blaze of noonS2
On silent woods where glory burns the leavesH2
I have shared breathless vigils I have slakedK3
The thirst of my desires in bounteous rainX
Pouring and splashing downward through the darkM2
Loud storm has roused me with its winking glareS3
And voice of doom that crackles overheadK3
I have been tired and watchful craving restK3
Till the slow footed hours have touched my browsV3
And laid me on the breast of sundering sleep '-
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I know that he is lost among the starsR2
And may return no more but in their lightK3
Though his hushed voice may call me in the stirW3
Of whispering trees I shall not understandK3
Men may not speak with stillness and the joyX3
Of brooks that leap and tumble down green hillsY3
Is faster than their feet and all their thoughtsZ3
Can win no meaning from the talk of birdsU3
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My heart is fooled with fancies being wiseP
For fancy is the gleaming of wet flowersQ2
When the hid sun looks forth with golden stareS3
Thus when I find new loveliness to praiseA4
And things long known shine out in sudden graceB4
Then will I think 'He moves before me now '-
So he will never come but in delightK3
And as it was in life his name shall beH
Wonder awaking in a summer dawnC4
And youth that dying touched my lips to songG

Siegfried Sassoon



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