The Dreamers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DED FGFG HGHG IGIG IJIJ KLK MEME INI OBOO PEP QOQO IOI RSRS TETE IOIO IGIG

THEY lingered on the middle heightsA
Betwixt the brown earth and the heavenB
They whispered 'We are not the night'sA
But pallid children of the even 'C
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They muttered 'We are not the day'sD
For the old struggle and endeavourE
The rugged and unquiet waysD
Are dead and driven past for ever '-
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They dreamed upon the cricket's tuneF
The winds that stirred the withered grassesG
But never saw the blood red moonF
That lit the spectre mountain passesG
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They sat and marked the brooklet stealH
In smoke mist o'er its silvered surgesG
But marked not with its peal on pealH
The storm that swept the granite gorgesG
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They dreamed the shimmer and the shadeI
And sought in pools for haunted facesG
Nor heard again the cannonadeI
In dreams from earth's old battle placesG
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They spake 'The ages all are deadI
The strife the struggle and the gloryJ
We are the silences that wedI
Betwixt the story and the storyJ
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'We are the little winds that moanK
Between the woodlands and the meadowsL
We are the ghosted leaves wind blownK
Across the gust light and the shadows '-
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Then came a soul across those landsM
Whose face was all one glad rapt wonderE
And spake 'The skies are ribbed with bandsM
Of fire and heaven all racked with thunderE
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'Climb up and see the glory spreadI
High over cliff and 'scarpment yawningN
The night is past the dark is deadI
Behold the triumph of the dawning '-
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Then laughed they with a wistful scornO
'You are a ghost a long dead visionB
You passed by ages ere was bornO
This twilight of the days elysianO
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'There is no hope there is no strifeP
But only haunted hearts that hungerE
About a dead scarce dreamed of lifeP
Old ages when the earth was younger '-
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Then came by one in mad distressQ
'Haste haste below where strong arms weakenO
The fighting ones grow less and lessQ
Great cities of the world are takenO
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'Dread evil rolls by like a floodI
Men's bones beneath his surges whitenO
Go where the ages mark in bloodI
The footsteps that their days enlighten '-
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Still they but heard discordant mirthR
The thin winds through the dead stalks rattleS
While out from far off haunts of earthR
There smote the mighty sound of battleS
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Now there was heard an awful cryT
Despair that rended heaven asunderE
White pauses when a cause would dieT
Where love was lost and souls went underE
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The while these feebly dreamed and talkedI
Betwixt the brown earth and the heavenO
Faint ghosts of men who breathed and walkedI
But deader than the dead ones evenO
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And out there on the middle heightI
They sought in pools for haunted facesG
Nor heard the cry across the nightI
That swept from earth's dread battle placesG

William Wilfred Campbell



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