Coronation Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCAABDCDDB EFFGEFHGIHIJG KLLMLKNOMMMO PIQRQISSTURUT VWVXVYY ZBWZBA2B B2EEMKB2EMEB2B2EE C2ZZC2C2ZC2D2EE2ZF2E 2

O Thou enfolded in griefA
Man with thy mantle of scornB
Arise and warnB
Unloved prophet of illC
Who sittest clothed in thy griefA
In thy pride of unbeliefA
In thy silence of love forswornB
Speak thy word to the worldD
Let it be as a sword to thy willC
Let it be as a spear that is hurledD
A banner of wrath unfurledD
A garment rent and tornB
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Speak They shall listen to theeE
A single voice at their feastF
To the last and leastF
They shall hear what they loathe to hearG
In the day of their JubileeE
Of their coronation feastF
With the wine at their insolent lipsH
Though they lend no earG
And their shoutings ringI
From the decks of a thousand shipsH
Acclaiming their new crowned kingI
With a coronation cheerJ
They shall hearG
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Speak in their jubilant hourK
In the midst of their might and mirthL
Be thy theme the EarthL
The ancient tale of the lands of fameM
Empires of earlier birthL
Which held the world in their lust of powerK
As their own for dowerN
And abused their trustO
Make thy theme of the wrath that cameM
The smoke that rose the devouring flameM
The day of glory the night of shameM
And the end of dustO
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O thou enrobed in thy tearsP
Thou hast heard the children singI
The children that pass in the streetQ
The innocent ones with their chauntings proudR
The rhyme of their marching feetQ
How their voices stingI
What is the word they sayS
In their playS
The hymn their young lips fashionT
They have marched through the crowded waysU
With flags and glory and shoutings loudR
While the sun has looked down ablazeU
Amazed at their joyous passionT
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Each one carries a swordV
A wooden sword in his handW
With ribbon and belt and cordV
And a gun on his shoulder gloriousX
Proud each one as a lordV
Soldiers '' they shout We are soldiers comeY
From a battle field For hark the drumY
From a field of fight victorious ''-
Soldiers Soldiers Soldiers '' Weary am IZ
Of that word forlornB
Of the king's commandW
Of the children's insolent cryZ
A nation's cry whom the nations scornB
For its childish prideA2
Better were these unbornB
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England Where is she WhereB2
Land of the fortunate freeE
Which hath ceased to beE
What hath she done with her fameM
The nations that envied herK
Turned to her in their careB2
Sought her light upon land and seaE
Called as once on her ancient nameM
The name of her libertyE
But her ears were shut to their prayerB2
Her place was a sepulchreB2
She had ceased in her strength to beE
She was no more freeE
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She fell as a star from its placeC2
As a bird from its path in the skyZ
As a spring run dryZ
A fruit in its rottennessC2
As a drunken woman prone on her faceC2
While the world went byZ
And she knew not her own disgraceC2
O thou who hast seen her fallD2
Who hast witnessed her agonyE
Who hast looked on the face of the deadE2
Lift up thy voice in the night and cryZ
The harvest is harvestedF2
As these shall have made their bedE2
So let them lie ''-

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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