The Old Camp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE A FGFGHIHI A JEKLMNON P QRQRSTST P UPUPVWVW P UXUXDYDY P ZA2ZA2B2PB2P P LC2LC2D2E2D2E2

IA
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There is a cloud before the sunB
The wind is hushed and stillC
And silently the waters runB
Beneath the sombre hillC
The sky is dark in every placeD
As is the earth belowE
Methinks it wore the self same faceD
Two thousand years agoE
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IIA
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No light is on the ancient wallF
No light upon the moundG
The very trees so thick and tallF
Cast gloom not shade aroundG
So silent is the place and coldH
So far from human kenI
It hath a look that makes me oldH
And spectres time againI
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IIIA
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I listen half in thought to hearJ
The Roman trumpet blowE
I search for glint of helm and spearK
Amidst the forest boughL
And armour rings and voices swellM
I hear the legion's trampN
And mark the lonely sentinelO
Who guards the lonely campN
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IVP
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Methinks I have no other homeQ
No other hearth to findR
For nothing save the thought of RomeQ
Is stirring in my mindR
And all that I have heard or dreamedS
And all I had forgotT
Are rising up as though they seemedS
The household of the spotT
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VP
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And all the names that Romans knewU
Seem just as known to meP
As if I were a Roman tooU
A Roman born and freeP
And I could rise at C sar's nameV
As though it were a charmW
To draw sharp lightning from the tameV
And brace the coward's armW
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VIP
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And yet if yonder sky were blueU
And earth were sunny gayX
If nature wore the summer hueU
That decked her yesterdayX
The mound the trench the rampart's spaceD
Would move me nothing moreY
Than many a sweet sequestred placeD
That I have marked beforeY
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VIIP
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I could not feel the breezes bringZ
Rich odours from the treesA2
I could not hear the linnets singZ
And think on themes like theseA2
The painted insects as they passB2
In swift and motley strifeP
The very lizard in the grassB2
Would scare me back to lifeP
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VIIIP
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Then is the past so gloomy nowL
That it may never bearC2
The open smile of nature's browL
Or meet the sunny airC2
I know not that but joy is powerD2
However short it lastE2
And joy befits the present hourD2
If sadness fits the pastE2

William Edmondstoune Aytoun



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