Ireland-s Vengeance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDBEFEGHGHII

This is thy day thy day of all the yearsA
Ireland The night of anger and mute gloomB
Where thou didst sit has vanished with thy tearsC
Thou shalt no longer weep in thy lone homeD
The dead they slew for thee or nurse thy doomB
Or fan the smoking flax of thy desireE
Their hatred could not quench Thy hour is comeF
And these if they would reap must reap in fireE
What shall thy vengeance be In that long nightG
Thou hast essayed thy wrath in many waysH
Slaughter and havoc and Hell's deathless spiteG
They taught thee vengeance who thus schooled thy daysH
Taught all they knew but not this one divineI
Vengeance to love them Be that vengeance thineI

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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