Blood And The Moon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBDEFGHIIJ A FFF KKK LLL MMM NNN CCC A OPQRSCTUVKKO WFFWCXXCUROY

IA
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Blessed be this placeB
More blessed still this towerC
A bloody arrogant powerC
Rose out of the raceB
Uttering mastering itD
Rose like these walls from theseE
Storm beaten cottagesF
In mockery I have setG
A powerful emblem upH
And sing it rhyme upon rhymeI
In mockery of a timeI
Half dead at the topJ
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IIA
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Alexandria's was a beacon tower and Babylon'sF
An image of the moving heavens a log book of the sun's journey and the moon'sF
And Shelley had his towers thought's crowned powers he called them onceF
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I declare this tower is my symbol I declareK
This winding gyring spiring treadmill of a stair is my ancestral stairK
That Goldsmith and the Dean Berkeley and Burke have travelled thereK
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Swift beating on his breast in sibylline frenzy blindL
Because the heart in his blood sodden breast had dragged him down into mankindL
Goldsmith deliberately sipping at the honey pot of his mindL
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And haughtier headed Burke that proved the State a treeM
That this unconquerable labyrinth of the birds century after centuryM
Cast but dead leaves to mathematical equalityM
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And God appointed Berkeley that proved all things a dreamN
That this pragmatical preposterous pig of a world its farrow that so solid seemN
Must vanish on the instant if the mind but change its themeN
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Saeva Indignatio and the labourer's hireC
The strength that gives our blood and state magnanimity of its own desireC
Everything that is not God consumed with intellectual fireC
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IIIA
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The purity of the unclouded moonO
Has flung its atrowy shaft upon the floorP
Seven centuries have passed and it is pureQ
The blood of innocence has left no stainR
There on blood saturated ground have stoodS
Soldier assassin executionerC
Whether for daily pittance or in blind fearT
Or out of abstract hatred and shed bloodU
But could not cast a single jet thereonV
Odour of blood on the ancestral stairK
And we that have shed none must gather thereK
And clamour in drunken frenzy for the moonO
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IV-
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Upon the dusty glittering windows clingW
And seem to cling upon the moonlit skiesF
Tortoiseshell butterflies peacock butterfliesF
A couple of night moths are on the wingW
Is every modern nation like the towerC
Half dead at the top No matter what I saidX
For wisdom is the property of the deadX
A something incompatible with life and powerC
Like everything that has the stain of bloodU
A property of the living but no stainR
Can come upon the visage of the moonO
When it has looked in glory from a cloudY

William Butler Yeats



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