The Quality Of Courage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDECFF EGHIHIJHJKLMMNNOOBBP P LQIIRSSRRFTUUVVOOLLR RWWVXYZ ZA2A2IIEEB2B2C2C2IVV AID2D2VV AE2ZE2F2F2G2G2VVF2F2 H2I2VVVVJ2VVV RRK2EL2L2VM2M2N2O2RR YYSSEVEP2EVIQ2IR2VS2 S2T2U2U2GU2YV2YW2E2V E2VU2U2VVGNH NNX2 U2Y2AVWU2WVV Y2IU2U2Z2NWU2 NU2 VVU2U2U2U2AAVV U2U2U2| Black trees against an orange sky | A |
| Trees that the wind shook terribly | B |
| Like a harsh spume along the road | C |
| Quavering up like withered arms | D |
| Writhing like streams like twisted charms | D |
| Of hot lead flung in snow Below | E |
| The iron ice stung like a goad | C |
| Slashing the torn shoes from my feet | F |
| And all the air was bitter sleet | F |
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| And all the land was cramped with snow | E |
| Steel strong and fierce and glimmering wan | G |
| Like pale plains of obsidian | H |
| And yet I strove and I was fire | I |
| And ice and fire and ice were one | H |
| In one vast hunger of desire | I |
| A dim desire of pleasant places | J |
| And lush fields in the summer sun | H |
| And logs aflame and walls and faces | J |
| And wine and old ambrosial talk | K |
| A golden ball in fountains dancing | L |
| And unforgotten hands Ah God | M |
| I trod them down where I have trod | M |
| And they remain and they remain | N |
| Etched in unutterable pain | N |
| Loved lips and faces now apart | O |
| That once were closer than my heart | O |
| In agony in agony | B |
| And horribly a part of me | B |
| For Lethe is for no man set | P |
| And in Hell may no man forget | P |
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| And there were flowers and jugs bright glancing | L |
| And old Italian swords and looks | Q |
| A moment's glance of fire of fire | I |
| Spiring leaping flaming higher | I |
| Into the intense the cloudless blue | R |
| Until two souls were one and flame | S |
| And very flesh and yet the same | S |
| As if all springs were crushed anew | R |
| Into one globed drop of dew | R |
| But for the most I thought of heat | F |
| Desiring greatly Hot white sand | T |
| The lazy body lies at rest in | U |
| Or sun dried scented grass to nest in | U |
| And fires innumerable fires | V |
| Great fagots hurling golden gyres | V |
| Of sparks far up and the red heart | O |
| In sea coals crashing as they part | O |
| To tiny flares and kindling snapping | L |
| Bunched sticks that burst their string and wrapping | L |
| And fall like jackstraws green and blue | R |
| The evil flames of driftwood too | R |
| And heavy sullen lumps of coke | W |
| With still fierce heat and ugly smoke | W |
| And then the vision of his face | V |
| And theirs all theirs came like a sword | X |
| Thrice to the heart and as I fell | Y |
| I thought I saw a light before | Z |
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| I woke My hands were blue and sore | Z |
| Torn on the ice I scarcely felt | A2 |
| The frozen sleet begin to melt | A2 |
| Upon my face as I breathed deeper | I |
| But lay there warmly like a sleeper | I |
| Who shifts his arm once and moans low | E |
| And then sinks back to night Slow slow | E |
| And still as Death came Sleep and Death | B2 |
| And looked at me with quiet breath | B2 |
| Unbending figures black and stark | C2 |
| Against the intense deeps of the dark | C2 |
| Tall and like trees Like sweet and fire | I |
| Rest crept and crept along my veins | V |
| Gently And there were no more pains | V |
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| Was it not better so to lie | A |
| The fight was done Even gods tire | I |
| Of fighting My way was the wrong | D2 |
| Now I should drift and drift along | D2 |
| To endless quiet golden peace | V |
| And let the tortured body cease | V |
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| And then a light winked like an eye | A |
| And very many miles away | E2 |
| A girl stood at a warm lit door | Z |
| Holding a lamp Ray upon ray | E2 |
| It cloaked the snow with perfect light | F2 |
| And where she was there was no night | F2 |
| Nor could be ever God is sure | G2 |
| And in his hands are things secure | G2 |
| It is not given me to trace | V |
| The lovely laughter of that face | V |
| Like a clear brook most full of light | F2 |
| Or olives swaying on a height | F2 |
| So silver they have wings almost | H2 |
| Like a great word once known and lost | I2 |
| And meaning all things Nor her voice | V |
| A happy sound where larks rejoice | V |
| Her body that great loveliness | V |
| The tender fashion of her dress | V |
| I may not paint them | J2 |
| These I see | V |
| Blazing through all eternity | V |
| A fire winged sign a glorious tree | V |
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| She stood there and at once I knew | R |
| The bitter thing that I must do | R |
| There could be no surrender now | K2 |
| Though Sleep and Death were whispering low | E |
| My way was wrong So Would it mend | L2 |
| If I shrank back before the end | L2 |
| And sank to death and cowardice | V |
| No the last lees must be drained up | M2 |
| Base wine from an ignoble cup | M2 |
| Yet not so base as sleek content | N2 |
| When I had shrunk from punishment | O2 |
| The wretched body strain anew | R |
| Life was a storm to wander through | R |
| I took the wrong way Good and well | Y |
| At least my feet sought out not Hell | Y |
| Though night were one consuming flame | S |
| I must go on for my base aim | S |
| And so perhaps make evil grow | E |
| To something clean by agony | V |
| And reach that light upon the snow | E |
| And touch her dress at last | P2 |
| So so | E |
| I crawled I could not speak or see | V |
| Save dimly The ice glared like fire | I |
| A long bright Hell of choking cold | Q2 |
| And each vein was a tautened wire | I |
| Throbbing with torture and I crawled | R2 |
| My hands were wounds | V |
| So I attained | S2 |
| The second Hell The snow was stained | S2 |
| I thought and shook my head at it | T2 |
| How red it was Black tree roots clutched | U2 |
| And tore and soon the snow was smutched | U2 |
| Anew and I lurched babbling on | G |
| And then fell down to rest a bit | U2 |
| And came upon another Hell | Y |
| Loose stones that ice made terrible | V2 |
| That rolled and gashed men as they fell | Y |
| I stumbled slipped and all was gone | W2 |
| That I had gained Once more I lay | E2 |
| Before the long bright Hell of ice | V |
| And still the light was far away | E2 |
| There was red mist before my eyes | V |
| Or I could tell you how I went | U2 |
| Across the swaying firmament | U2 |
| A glittering torture of cold stars | V |
| And how I fought in Titan wars | V |
| And died and lived again upon | G |
| The rack and how the horses strain | N |
| When their red task is nearly done | H |
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| I only know that there was Pain | N |
| Infinite and eternal Pain | N |
| And that I fell and rose again | X2 |
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| So she was walking in the road | U2 |
| And I stood upright like a man | Y2 |
| Once and fell blind and heard her cry | A |
| And then there came long agony | V |
| There was no pain when I awoke | W |
| No pain at all Rest like a goad | U2 |
| Spurred my eyes open and light broke | W |
| Upon them like a million swords | V |
| And she was there There are no words | V |
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| Heaven is for a moment's span | Y2 |
| And ever | I |
| So I spoke and said | U2 |
| My honor stands up unbetrayed | U2 |
| And I have seen you Dear | Z2 |
| Sharp pain | N |
| Closed like a cloak | W |
| I moaned and died | U2 |
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| Here even here these things remain | N |
| I shall draw nearer to her side | U2 |
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| Oh dear and laughing lost to me | V |
| Hidden in grey Eternity | V |
| I shall attain with burning feet | U2 |
| To you and to the mercy seat | U2 |
| The ages crumble down like dust | U2 |
| Dark roses deviously thrust | U2 |
| And scattered in sweet wine but I | A |
| I shall lift up to you my cry | A |
| And kiss your wet lips presently | V |
| Beneath the ever living Tree | V |
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| This in my heart I keep for goad | U2 |
| Somewhere in Heaven she walks that road | U2 |
| Somewhere in Heaven she walks that road | U2 |
Stephen Vincent Benet
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