At Dawn And Dusk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABB CDEEFCEGHIIHGI JHKKHJK LKMMKLM NKOOKNO GKPPKGP JKCCKEC GHQRHGQ SKTTKSTUFEEFUE VKWWKWW FXEEXFEEHYYHEY

At Dawn and DuskA
Love LaurelB
IN MEMORY OF HENRY KENDALLB
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AH that God once would touch my lips with songC
To pierce as prayer doth heaven earth s breast of ironD
So that with sweet mouth I might sing to theeE
O sweet dead singer buried by the seaE
A song to woo thee as a wooing sirenF
Out of that silent sleep which seals too longC
Thy mouth of melodyE
For if live lips might speak awhile to deadG
Or any speech could reach the sad world underH
This world of ours song surely should awakeI
Thee who didst dwell in shadow for song s sakeI
Alas thou canst not hear the voice of thunderH
Nor low dirge over thy low lying headG
The winds of morning makeI
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Down through the clay there comes no sound of theseJ
Down in the grave there is no sign of SummerH
Nor any knowledge of the soft eyed SpringK
But Death sits there with outspread ebon wingK
Closing with dust the mouth of each new comerH
To that mute land where never sound of seasJ
Is heard and no birds singK
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Now thou hast found the end of all thy daysL
Hast thou found any heart a vigil keepingK
For thee among the dead some heart that heardM
Thy singing when thou wert a brown sweet birdM
Gray ons gone in some old forest sleepingK
Beneath the seas long since in Death s dim waysL
Has thy heart any wordM
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For surely those in whom the deathless sparkN
Of song is kindled sang from the beginningK
If life were always But the old desiresO
Do they exist when sad eyed Hope expiresO
How live the dead what crowns have they for winningK
Have they to warm them in the dreamless darkN
For sun earth s central firesO
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Are the dead dead indeed whom we call deadG
Has God no life but this of ours for givingK
When that they took thee by each well known placeP
Stark in thy coffin with a cold white faceP
What thought O Brother hadst thou of the livingK
What of the sun that round thee glory shedG
What of the fair day s graceP
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Is thy new life made up of memoriesJ
Or dreams that lull the dead bright visions bringingK
Of Spring above Are thy days short or longC
Thou who wert master of our singing throngC
Mayhap in death thou hast not lost thy singingK
But chauntst unheard beside the moaning seaE
A solitary songC
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The chance spade turns up skulls God help the deadG
And thee whose singing days have all passed overH
Thee whom the gold haired Spring shall seek in vainQ
When at the glad year s doors she stands againR
Remembering the song garlands thou hast wove herH
In years gone by but all these years have fledG
With all their joy and painQ
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My soul laughed out to hear my heart speak soS
And sprang forth skyward as an eagle hopingK
To look upon thy soul with living eyesT
Until it came to where our dim life diesT
And dead suns darkly for a grave are gropingK
Through cycles of immeasurable woeS
Stone blind in the blind skiesT
The stars walk shuddering on that awful vergeU
From which my soul with swift and fearless motionF
Clove the black depths and sought for God and theeE
But God dwells where nor stars nor suns there beE
No shore there is to His Eternal OceanF
A thousand systems are a fringe of surgeU
On that great starless seaE
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And thou wert not So that with weary plumesV
My soul through the great void its way came wingingK
To earth again What hope for him who singsW
Is there it sighed Death ends all sweetest thingsW
When lo there came a swell of mighty singingK
Flooding all space and swift athwart the gloomsW
A flash of sudden wingsW
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Dreamer of dreams thy songs and dreams are doneF
Down where thou sleepest in earth s secret bosomX
There is no sorrow and no joy for theeE
Who canst not see what stars at eve there beE
Nor evermore at morn the green dawn blossomX
Into the golden king flower of the sunF
Across the golden seaE
But haply there shall come in days to beE
One who shall hear his own heart beating fasterH
Plucking a rose sprung from thy heart beneathY
And from his soul as sword from out its sheathY
Song shall leap forth where now O silent masterH
On thy lone grave beside the sounding seaE
I lay this laurel wreathY

Victor James Daley



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