Rupert Brooke Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABBCABBC DEDFFE A GBBGHBBH BCCBBC A CIJCCJIC AAGCCG A KGGKKGGK LDMLMD| I | A |
| - | |
| Your face was lifted to the golden sky | A |
| Ablaze beyond the black roofs of the square | B |
| As flame on flame leapt flourishing in air | B |
| Its tumult of red stars exultantly | C |
| To the cold constellations dim and high | A |
| And as we neared the roaring ruddy flare | B |
| Kindled to gold your throat and brow and hair | B |
| Until you burned a flame of ecstasy | C |
| - | |
| The golden head goes down into the night | D |
| Quenched in cold gloom and yet again you stand | E |
| Beside me now with lifted face alight | D |
| As flame to flame and fire to fire you burn | F |
| Then recollecting laughingly you turn | F |
| And look into my eyes and take my hand | E |
| - | |
| II | A |
| - | |
| Once in my garret you being far away | G |
| Tramping the hills and breathing upland air | B |
| Or so I fancied brooding in my chair | B |
| I watched the London sunshine feeble and grey | G |
| Dapple my desk too tired to labour more | H |
| When looking up I saw you standing there | B |
| Although I'd caught no footstep on the stair | B |
| Like sudden April at my open door | H |
| - | |
| Though now beyond earth's farthest hills you fare | B |
| Song crowned immortal sometimes it seems to me | C |
| That if I listen very quietly | C |
| Perhaps I'll hear a light foot on the stair | B |
| And see you standing with your angel air | B |
| Fresh from the uplands of eternity | C |
| - | |
| III | A |
| - | |
| Your eyes rejoiced in colour's ecstasy | C |
| Fulfilling even their uttermost desire | I |
| When over a great sunlit field afire | J |
| With windy poppies streaming like a sea | C |
| Of scarlet flame that flaunted riotously | C |
| Among green orchards of that western shire | J |
| You gazed as though your heart could never tire | I |
| Of life's red flood in summer revelry | C |
| - | |
| And as I watched you little thought had I | A |
| How soon beneath the dim low drifting sky | A |
| Your soul should wander down the darkling way | G |
| With eyes that peer a little wistfully | C |
| Half glad half sad remembering as they see | C |
| Lethean poppies shrivelling ashen grey | G |
| - | |
| IV | A |
| - | |
| October chestnuts showered their perishing gold | K |
| Over us as beside the stream we lay | G |
| In the Old Vicarage garden that blue day | G |
| Talking of verse and all the manifold | K |
| Delights a little net of words may hold | K |
| While in the sunlight water voles at play | G |
| Dived under a trailing crimson bramble spray | G |
| And walnuts thudded ripe on soft black mould | K |
| - | |
| Your soul goes down unto a darker stream | L |
| Alone O friend yet even in death's deep night | D |
| Your eyes may grow accustomed to the dark | M |
| And Styx for you may have the ripple and gleam | L |
| Of your familiar river and Charon's bark | M |
| Tarry by that old garden of your delight | D |
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Previous Poem
The Crane Poem>>
About Rupert Brooke
Rupert Brooke is a poem by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about Rupert Brooke poem by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
Best Poems of Wilfrid Wilson Gibson