The Blind Caravan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH AIAI JCJC EKEK LMLM DCDC NONO PBPB LQLQ RSRS TNTN| I am a slave both dumb and blind | A |
| Upon a journey dread | B |
| The iron hills lie far behind | A |
| The seas of mist ahead | B |
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| Amid a mighty caravan | C |
| I toil a sombre track | D |
| The strangest road since time began | C |
| Where no foot turneth back | D |
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| Here rosy youth at morning's prime | E |
| And weary man at noon | F |
| Are crooked shapes at eventime | E |
| Beneath the haggard moon | F |
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| Faint elfin songs from out the past | G |
| Of some lost sunset land | H |
| Haunt this grim pageant drifting vast | G |
| Across the trackless sand | H |
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| And often for some nightward wind | A |
| We stay a space and hark | I |
| Then leave the sunset lands behind | A |
| And plunge into the dark | I |
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| Somewhere somewhere far on in front | J |
| There strides a lonely man | C |
| Who is all strength who bears the brunt | J |
| The battle and the ban | C |
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| I know not of his face or form | E |
| His voice or battle scars | K |
| Or how he fronts the haunted storm | E |
| Beneath the wintry stars | K |
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| I know not of his wisdom great | L |
| That leads this sightless host | M |
| Beyond the barren hills of fate | L |
| Unto some kindlier coast | M |
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| But often 'mid the eerie black | D |
| Through this sad caravan | C |
| A strange sweet thrill is whispered back | D |
| Borne on from man to man | C |
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| A strange glad joy that fills the night | N |
| Like some far marriage horn | O |
| Till every heart is filled with light | N |
| Of some belated morn | O |
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| The way is long and rough the road | P |
| And bitter the night and dread | B |
| And each poor slave is but a goad | P |
| To lash the one ahead | B |
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| Evil the foes that lie in wait | L |
| To slay us in the pass | Q |
| Bloody the slaughter at the gate | L |
| And bleak the wild morass | Q |
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| And I am but a shriveled thing | R |
| Beneath the midnight sky | S |
| A wasted wan remembering | R |
| Of days long wandered by | S |
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| And yet I lift my sightless face | T |
| Toward the eerie light | N |
| And tread the lonely way we trace | T |
| Across the haunted night | N |
William Wilfred Campbell
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