At Dawn And Dusk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABB CDEEFCEGHIIHGI JHKKHJK LKMMKLM NKOOKNO GKPPKGP JKCCKEC GHQRHGQ SKTTKSTUFEEFUE VKWWKWW FXEEXFEEHYYHEYAt Dawn and Dusk | A |
Love Laurel | B |
IN MEMORY OF HENRY KENDALL | B |
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AH that God once would touch my lips with song | C |
To pierce as prayer doth heaven earth s breast of iron | D |
So that with sweet mouth I might sing to thee | E |
O sweet dead singer buried by the sea | E |
A song to woo thee as a wooing siren | F |
Out of that silent sleep which seals too long | C |
Thy mouth of melody | E |
For if live lips might speak awhile to dead | G |
Or any speech could reach the sad world under | H |
This world of ours song surely should awake | I |
Thee who didst dwell in shadow for song s sake | I |
Alas thou canst not hear the voice of thunder | H |
Nor low dirge over thy low lying head | G |
The winds of morning make | I |
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Down through the clay there comes no sound of these | J |
Down in the grave there is no sign of Summer | H |
Nor any knowledge of the soft eyed Spring | K |
But Death sits there with outspread ebon wing | K |
Closing with dust the mouth of each new comer | H |
To that mute land where never sound of seas | J |
Is heard and no birds sing | K |
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Now thou hast found the end of all thy days | L |
Hast thou found any heart a vigil keeping | K |
For thee among the dead some heart that heard | M |
Thy singing when thou wert a brown sweet bird | M |
Gray ons gone in some old forest sleeping | K |
Beneath the seas long since in Death s dim ways | L |
Has thy heart any word | M |
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For surely those in whom the deathless spark | N |
Of song is kindled sang from the beginning | K |
If life were always But the old desires | O |
Do they exist when sad eyed Hope expires | O |
How live the dead what crowns have they for winning | K |
Have they to warm them in the dreamless dark | N |
For sun earth s central fires | O |
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Are the dead dead indeed whom we call dead | G |
Has God no life but this of ours for giving | K |
When that they took thee by each well known place | P |
Stark in thy coffin with a cold white face | P |
What thought O Brother hadst thou of the living | K |
What of the sun that round thee glory shed | G |
What of the fair day s grace | P |
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Is thy new life made up of memories | J |
Or dreams that lull the dead bright visions bringing | K |
Of Spring above Are thy days short or long | C |
Thou who wert master of our singing throng | C |
Mayhap in death thou hast not lost thy singing | K |
But chauntst unheard beside the moaning sea | E |
A solitary song | C |
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The chance spade turns up skulls God help the dead | G |
And thee whose singing days have all passed over | H |
Thee whom the gold haired Spring shall seek in vain | Q |
When at the glad year s doors she stands again | R |
Remembering the song garlands thou hast wove her | H |
In years gone by but all these years have fled | G |
With all their joy and pain | Q |
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My soul laughed out to hear my heart speak so | S |
And sprang forth skyward as an eagle hoping | K |
To look upon thy soul with living eyes | T |
Until it came to where our dim life dies | T |
And dead suns darkly for a grave are groping | K |
Through cycles of immeasurable woe | S |
Stone blind in the blind skies | T |
The stars walk shuddering on that awful verge | U |
From which my soul with swift and fearless motion | F |
Clove the black depths and sought for God and thee | E |
But God dwells where nor stars nor suns there be | E |
No shore there is to His Eternal Ocean | F |
A thousand systems are a fringe of surge | U |
On that great starless sea | E |
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And thou wert not So that with weary plumes | V |
My soul through the great void its way came winging | K |
To earth again What hope for him who sings | W |
Is there it sighed Death ends all sweetest things | W |
When lo there came a swell of mighty singing | K |
Flooding all space and swift athwart the glooms | W |
A flash of sudden wings | W |
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Dreamer of dreams thy songs and dreams are done | F |
Down where thou sleepest in earth s secret bosom | X |
There is no sorrow and no joy for thee | E |
Who canst not see what stars at eve there be | E |
Nor evermore at morn the green dawn blossom | X |
Into the golden king flower of the sun | F |
Across the golden sea | E |
But haply there shall come in days to be | E |
One who shall hear his own heart beating faster | H |
Plucking a rose sprung from thy heart beneath | Y |
And from his soul as sword from out its sheath | Y |
Song shall leap forth where now O silent master | H |
On thy lone grave beside the sounding sea | E |
I lay this laurel wreath | Y |
Victor James Daley
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