Mentana Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCADEFEFFEF FG CFHIHJ KJKLI JMMENOENMEPQEQRRSGGN OTP CIGUGEVGEW CCG CC U XGXU X YYZZGREERA2 B2C2C2D2E2CCEEF2

'Mother I hear a wordA
In the air 'B
Play on play on my sonC
The word thou hast heard is some bright sweet birdA
That singeth why and whereD
Who knowsE
As who knows why and whitherF
The little wind blowsE
That bloweth hither and thitherF
But hardly stirs thy hairF
Hardly stirs the gossamersE
Or a film of thy golden hairF
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'Oh Mother Mother dearF
Bend down bend down to meG
Ah Mother what dost thou hear '-
Hush hush my sonC
I hear a word in the airF
'Ah Mother why is thy face so whiteH
Ah Mother Mother whyI
Are thine eyes alightH
Ah Mother why is thy face so redJ
Mother Mother the hair of thine head '-
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Silence boy we are near themK
Silence boy the dead the deadJ
I hear them I hear them I hear themK
They come they come they are here they are goneL
And they cried with a single cryI
'Mentana '-
The word is said the night is fledJ
Ere we knew it dawn 'tis dayM
The graves are wide the dead are up and awayM
On the racing winds they raceE
To call the living landN
Boy I am again a wifeO
Boy I saw thy father's faceE
Round him rode the self same bandN
That went round him that great dayM
To Glory's latest Altar placeE
Went around and fell aroundP
When the red legged assassin on the hillQ
With conjurations bloody and baseE
Jabbered the slanting sunset to his willQ
And by such pests did so incriminateR
The air with murder that when weary and lateR
Upon the well won field the conqueror stoodS
Masters of all the eye could seeG
The star cracked and berotted victoryG
Burst in each glorious handN
And tore the sacred limits of sweet lifeO
And sluiced the dear heart's bloodT
Ah God if such blood could sink into the groundP
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Up up my son up up my soldier sonC
On with thy white cross cap while II
Bind me around with tri colourG
And let us goU
Whither Whither they have gone beforeG
Haste The dead have fleeter feet than oursE
See the answering vales already moveV
What is that that like a moving seaG
Floods towards the citied lilies of the towersE
That soon shall ringW
'Mentana '-
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Well done well doneC
Thy little sword and gunC
Thou shalt wave the sword while I will cryG
'Mentana '-
See as we run the hamlets runC
The little towns are waving in the sunC
'Mentana '-
Hark the bells thunder hark the trumpets blowU
'Mentana '-
The mountains hear the mists divideX
Look look on highG
The great tops crowned with joy and prideX
Clang to the clanging vales belowU
'Mentana '-
A thousand clarions blaze from side to sideX
'Mentana '-
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What must we rest again the little feetY
Cub of the Lion is thy dam too fleetY
Yet thou hast proved thy kindZ
For see the misty miles behindZ
And lo before us what was dim is clearG
The city walls the city gateR
The towers the towersE
That from our mountain seemed like flowersE
But hence like Pedestals that waitR
The Statue of our Italy divineA2
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That Italy who tho' she hath been hewnB2
In pieces as when the demons hewC2
An angel whose immortal substance trueC2
To his Eternal Image is not slainD2
But from a th usand falchions rears againE2
Still undivided by divisionC
His everlasting beauty whole and oneC
When sounds the trump whereat the nations riseE
Shall lift her unseamed body to the skiesE
And in her flesh see GodF2

Sydney Thompson Dobell



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