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At The Gate Of The Convent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Beside the Convent Gate I stood	A
Lingering to take farewell of those	B
To whom I owed the simple good	A
Of three days' peace three nights' repose	B
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My sumpter mule did blink and blink	C
Was nothing more to munch or quaff	D
Antonio far too wise to think	C
Leaned vacantly upon his staff	D
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It was the childhood of the year	E
Bright was the morning blithe the air	F
And in the choir I plain could hear	G
The monks still chanting matin prayer	F
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The throstle and the blackbird shrilled	A
Loudly as in an English copse	B
Fountain like note that still refilled	A
Rises and falls but never stops	B
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As lush as in an English chase	B
The hawthorn guessed by its perfume	H
With folds on folds of snowy lace	B
Blindfolded all its leaves with bloom	H
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Scarce seen and only faintly heard	A
A torrent 'mid far snow peaks born	I
Sang kindred with the gurgling bird	A
Flowed kindred with the foaming thorn	I
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The chanting ceased and soon instead	A
Came shuffling sound of sandalled shoon	I
Each to his cell and narrow bed	A
Withdrew to pray and muse till noon	I
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Only the Prior for such their Rule	J
Into the morning sunshine came	K
Antonio bared his locks the mule	J
Kept blinking blinking just the same	K
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I thanked him with a faltering tongue	L
I thanked him with a flowing heart	A
This for the poor '' His hand I wrung	L
And gave the signal to depart	A
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But still in his he held my hand	A
As though averse that I should go	M
His brow was grave his look was bland	A
His beard was white as Alpine snow	M
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And in his eye a light there shone	I
A soft subdued but steadfast ray	N
Like to those lamps that still burn on	I
In shrines where no one comes to pray	N
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And in his voice I seemed to hear	G
The hymns that novice sisters sing	O
When only anguished Christ is near	E
And earth and life seem vanishing	O
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Why do you leave us dear my son	I
Why from calm cloisters backward wend	A
Where moil is much and peace is none	I
And journeying hath nor bourne nor end	A
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Read I your inmost soul aright	A
Heaven hath to you been strangely kind	A
Gave gentle cradle boyhood bright	A
A fostered soul a tutored mind	A
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Nor wealth did lure nor penury cramp	P
Your ripening soul it lived and throve	D
Nightly beside the lettered lamp	P
Daily in field and glade and grove	D
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And when the dawn of manhood brought	A
The hour to choose to be of those	B
Who serve for gold or sway by thought	A
You doubted not and rightly chose	B
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Loving your Land you face the strife	D
Loved by the Muse you shun the throng	Q
And blend within your dual life	D
The patriot's pen the poet's song	Q
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Hence now in gaze mature and wise	B
Dwells scorn of praise dwells scorn of blame	K
Calm consciousness of surer prize	B
Than dying noise of living fame	K
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Have you not loved been loved as few	D
Love or are loved on loveless earth	R
How often have you felt its dew	D
Say have you ever known its dearth	R
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I speak of love divorced from pelf	D
I speak of love unyoked and free	S
Of love that deadens sense of self	D
Of love that loveth utterly	S
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And this along your life hath flowed	A
In full and never failing stream	T
Fresh from its source unbought unowed	A
Beyond your boyhood's fondest dream ''	-
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He paused The cuckoo called I thought	A
Of English voices English trees	B
The far off fancy instant brought	A
The tears and he misled by these	B
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With hand upon my shoulder said	A
You own 'tis true The richest years	B
Bequeath the beggared heart when fled	A
Only this legacy of tears	B
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Why is it that all raptures cloy	U
Though men extol though women bless	B
Why are we still chagrined with joy	U
Dissatisfied with happiness	B
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Yes the care flouting cuckoo calls	B
And yet your smile betokens grief	D
Like meditative light that falls	B
Through branches fringed with autumn leaf	D
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Whence comes this shadow You are now	I
In the full summer of the soul	V
The answer darkens on your brow	I
Winter the end and death the goal '	-
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Yes vain the fires of pride and lust	A
Fierce in meridian pulses burn	I
Remember Man that thou art dust	A
And unto dust thou shalt return	I
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Rude are our walls our beds are rough	D
But use is hardship's subtle friend	A
He hath got all that hath enough	D
And rough feels softest in the end	A
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While luxury hath this disease	B
It ever craves and pushes on	I
Pleasures repeated cease to please	B
And rapture once 'tis reaped is gone	I
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My flesh hath long since ceased to creep	W
Although the hairshirt pricketh oft	A
A plank my couch withal I sleep	W
Soundly as he that lieth soft	A
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And meagre though may be the meal	X
That decks the simple board you see	S
At least my son we never feel	X
The hunger of satiety	A
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You have perhaps discreetly drunk	Y
O then discreetly drink no more	Z
Which is the happier worldling monk	Y
When youth is past and manhood o'er	A2
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Of life beyond I speak not yet	A
'Tis solitude alone can e'er	A2
By hushing controversy let	A
Man catch earth's undertone of prayer	F
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Your soul which Heaven at last must reap	W
From too much noise hath barren grown	I
Long fallow silence must it keep	W
Ere faith revive and grace be sown	I
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Let guide and mule alone return	I
For you I will prepare a cell	B2
In whose calm silence you will learn	I
Living or dying All is well ''	-
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Again the cuckoo called again	I
The merle and mavis shook their throats	B
The torrent rambled down the glen	I
The ringdove cooed in sylvan cotes	B
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The hawthorn moved not but still kept	A
As fixedly white as far cascade	A
The russet squirrel frisked and leapt	A
From breadth of sheen to breadth of shade	A
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I did not know the words had ceased	A
I thought that he was speaking still	C2
Nor had distinguished sacred priest	A
From pagan thorn from pagan rill	C2
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Not that I had not harked and heard	A
But all he bade me shun or do	A
Seemed just as sweet as warbling bird	A
But not more grave and not more true	A
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So deep yet indistinct my bliss	B
That when his counsels ceased to sound	A
That one sweet note I did not miss	B
From other sweet notes all around	A
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But he misreading my delight	A
Again with urging accents spoke	D2
Then I like one that's touched at night	A
From the deep swoon of sweetness woke	D2
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And just as one that waking can	I
Recall the thing he dreamed but knows	B
'Twas of the phantom world that man	I
Visits in languors of repose	B
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So though I straight repictured plain	I
All he had said it seemed to me	S
Recalled from slumber to retain	I
No kinship with reality	S
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Father forgive '' I said and look	E2
Who taught its carolling to the merle	F2
Who wed the music to the brook	E2
Who decked the thorn with flakes of pearl	F2
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'Twas He you answer that did make	G2
Earth sea and sky He maketh all	H2
The gleeful notes that flood the brake	G2
The sad notes wailed in Convent stall	H2
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And my poor voice He also made	A
And like the brook and like the bird	A
And like your brethren mute and staid	A
I too can but fulfil His word	A
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Were I about my loins to tie	A
A girdle and to hold in scorn	I
Beauty and Love what then were I	A
But songless stream but flowerless thorn	I
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Why do our senses love to list	A
When distant cataracts murmur thus	B
Why stealeth o'er your eyes a mist	A
When belfries toll the Angelus	B
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It is that every tender sound	A
Art can evoke or Nature yield	A
Betokens something more profound	A
Hinted but never quite revealed	A
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And though it be the self same Hand	A
That doth the complex concert strike	I2
The notes to those that understand	A
Are individual and unlike	I2
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Allow my nature All things are	J2
If true to instinct well and wise	B
The dewdrop hinders not the star	J2
The waves do not rebuke the skies	B
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So leave me free good Father dear	E
While you on humbler holier chord	A
Chant your secluded Vespers here	G
To fling my matin notes abroad	A
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While you with sacred sandals wend	A
To trim the lamp to deck the shrine	I
Let me my country's altar tend	A
Nor deem such worship less divine	I
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Mine earthly yours celestial love	D
Each hath its harvest both are sweet	A
You wait to reap your Heaven above	D
I reap the Heaven about my feet	A
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And what if I forgive your guest	A
Who feels so frankly speaks his qualm	S
Though calm amid the world's unrest	A
Should restless be amid your calm	S
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But t	S