The Lover In Hell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGH IJKLMNOPKQKORHHBSATU VHKHKKUWXYZRA2FKHBKK KKKB2QHSC2D2RHHHHE2K RRF2 G2

Eternally the choking steam goes upA
From the black pools of seething oilB
How merryC
Those little devils are They've stolen the pitchforkD
From Bel there as he slept Look oh look lookE
They've got at Nero Oh it isn't fairF
Lord how he squeals Stop it it's well indecentG
But funny See Bel's waked They'll catch it nowH
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Eternally that stifling reek arisesI
Blotting the dome with smoky terrible towersJ
Black strangling trees whispering obscene thingsK
Amongst their branches clutching with maimed handsL
Or oozing slowly like blind tentaclesM
Up to the gates higher than that heaped brickN
Man piled to smite the sun And all aroundO
Are devils One can laugh but that hunched shapeP
The face one stone like those Assyrian kingsK
One sees in carvings watching men flayed redQ
Horribly laughable in leaps and writhesK
That face utterly evil clouded roundO
With evil like a smoke it turns smiles sourR
And Nero there the flabby cheeks astrainH
And sweating agony long agonyH
Imperishable unappeasableB
For ever well it droops the mouth Till IS
Look upA
There's one blue patch no smoke dares touchT
Sky clear ineffable alive with lightU
Always the sameV
Before I never knewH
Rest and green peaceK
She stands there in the sunH
It seems so quaint she should have long gold wingsK
I never have got used folded acrossK
Her breast or fluttering with fierce pure lightU
Like shaken steel Her crown too Well it's queerW
And then she never cared much for the harpX
On earth Here thoughY
She is all peace all quietZ
All passionate desires the eloquent thunderR
Of new glad suns shouting aloud for joyA2
Over fresh worlds and clean trampling the airF
Like stooping hawks to the long wind of hornsK
Flung from the bastions of EternityH
And she is the low lake drowsy and gentleB
And good words spoken from the tongues of friendsK
And calmness in the evening and deep thoughtsK
Falling like dreams from the stars' solemn mouthsK
All theseK
They said she was unfaithful onceK
Or I remembered it and so for thatB2
I lie here I suppose Yes so they saidQ
You see she is so troubled looking downH
Sorrowing deeply for my torments IS
Of course feel nothing while I see her saveC2
That sometimes when I think the matter outD2
And what earth people said of us of herR
It seems as if I must be here in heavenH
And sheH
Then I grow proud and suddenlyH
There comes a splatter of oil against my skinH
Hurting this time And I forget my prideE2
And my face writhesK
Some day the little ladderR
Of white words that I build up up to herR
May fetch me out Meanwhile it isn't badF2
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But what a sense of humor God must haveG2

Stephen Vincent Benet



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