God's Funeral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBC ADEDE AFGFG FHFH IJIJ K K LMMM NMNM FOMOM FPQRQ MMSMS MMMM MMMM MMMM MMMM MMMM TMTM

IA
I saw a slowly stepping trainB
Lined on the brows scoop eyed and bent and hoarC
Following in files across a twilit plainB
A strange and mystic form the foremost boreC
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IIA
And by contagious throbs of thoughtD
Or latent knowledge that within me layE
And had already stirred me I was wroughtD
To consciousness of sorrow even as theyE
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IIIA
The fore borne shape to my blurred eyesF
At first seemed man like and anon to changeG
To an amorphous cloud of marvellous sizeF
At times endowed with wings of glorious rangeG
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IV-
And this phantasmal variousnessF
Ever possessed it as they drew alongH
Yet throughout all it symboled none the lessF
Potency vast and loving kindness strongH
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V-
Almost before I knew I bentI
Towards the moving columns without a wordJ
They growing in bulk and numbers as they wentI
Struck out sick thoughts that could be overheardJ
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VI-
'O man projected Figure of lateK
Imaged as we thy knell who shall survive-
Whence came it we were tempted to createK
One whom we can no longer keep alive-
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VII-
'Framing him jealous fierce at firstL
We gave him justice as the ages rolledM
Will to bless those by circumstance accurstM
And longsuffering and mercies manifoldM
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VIII-
'And tricked by our own early dreamN
And need of solace we grew self deceivedM
Our making soon our maker did we deemN
And what we had imagined we believedM
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IXF
'Till in Time's stayless stealthy swingO
Uncompromising rude realityM
Mangled the Monarch of our fashioningO
Who quavered sank and now has ceased to beM
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XF
'So toward our myth's oblivionP
Darkling and languid lipped we creep and gropeQ
Sadlier than those who wept in BabylonR
Whose Zion was a still abiding hopeQ
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XIM
'How sweet it was in years far hiedM
To start the wheels of day with trustful prayerS
To lie down liegely at the eventideM
And feel a blest assurance he was thereS
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XIIM
'And who or what shall fill his placeM
Whither will wanderers turn distracted eyesM
For some fixed star to stimulate their paceM
Towards the goal of their enterprise '-
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XIIIM
Some in the background then I sawM
Sweet women youths men all incredulousM
Who chimed as one 'This is figure is of strawM
This requiem mockery Still he lives to us '-
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XIV-
I could not prop their faith and yetM
Many I had known with all I sympathizedM
And though struck speechless I did not forgetM
That what was mourned for I too once had prizedM
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XV-
Still how to bear such loss I deemedM
The insistent question for each animate mindM
And gazing to my growing sight there seemedM
A pale yet positive gleam low down behindM
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XVI-
Whereof to lift the general nightM
A certain few who stood aloof had saidM
'See you upon the horizon that small lightM
Swelling somewhat ' Each mourner shook his headM
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XVII-
And they composed a crowd of whomT
Some were right good and many nigh the bestM
Thus dazed and puzzled 'twixt the gleam and gloomT
Mechanically I followed with the restM

Thomas Hardy



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