The Roman Gravemounds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB C CD EFEF GHGH IJI KDKD

By Rome's dim relics there walks a manA
Eyes bent and he carries a basket and spadeB
I guess what impels him to scrape and scanA
Yea his dreams of that Empire long decayedB
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'Vast was Rome ' he must muse 'in the worlds regardC
Vast it looms there still Vast it ever will be '-
And he stoops as to dig and unmine some shardC
Left by those who are held in such memoryD
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But no in his basket see he has broughtE
A little white furred thing stiff of limbF
Whose life never won from the world a thoughtE
It is this and not Rome that is moving himF
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And to make it a grave he has come to the spotG
And he delves in the ancient dead's long homeH
Their fames their achievements the man knows notG
The furred thing is all to him nothing RomeH
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'Here say you that Caesar's warriors lieI
But my little white cat was my only friendJ
Could she but live might the record dieI
Of Caesar his legions his aims his end '-
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Well Rome's long rule here is oft and againK
A theme for the sages of historyD
And the small furred life was worth no one's penK
Yet its mourner's mood has a charm for meD

Thomas Hardy



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