Brother Benedict Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Brother Benedict rose and left his cellA
With the last slow swing of the evening bellA
In his hand he carried his only bookB
And he followed the path to the Abbey brookB
And crossing the stepping stones paused midwayC
For the journeying water seemed to sayC
BenediciteD
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But when he stood on the other bankE
The flags rose tall and the grass grew rankE
And the sorrel red and the white meadow sweetD
Shook their dust on his sandalled feetD
And lifting their heads where his girdle hungF
Would surely have said had they found a tongueF
BenediciteD
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Onward and upward he clomb and woundD
Bruising the thyme on the nibbled groundD
Here and there in the untrimmed brakeG
The dog rose bloomed for its own sweet sakeG
The woodbine clambered up out of reachH
But the scent of them all breathed as plain as speechH
BenediciteD
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Shortly he came to a leafy nookB
Where wind never entered nor branch ever shookB
Itself was the only thing in sightD
And the rest of the world was shut out quiteD
'Twas as self contained as the holy placeI
Where the children quire with upturned faceI
BenediciteD
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A dell so curtained with trunks and boughsJ
That in hours when the ringdove coos to his spouseK
The sun to its heart scarce a way could winL
But the trees now had drawn all their shadows inL
There was nothing but scent in the dewy airM
And the silence seemed saying in mental prayerM
BenediciteD
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'Gainst the trunk of a beech round smooth and grayC
Brother Benedict leaned with intent to prayC
And opened his book with vellum boundD
Within red letters on faded groundD
Pater and Ave and saving CreedD
But look where you would you seemed to readD
BenediciteD
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He scarce had a verse of his office saidD
Ere a bird in the branches overheadD
Began to warble so sweet a strainN
That strive as he would still he strove in vainN
To close his ears so he closed his bookB
While the unseen throat to the air outshookB
BenediciteD
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'Twas a song that rippled and revelled and ranO
Ever back to the note whence it beganO
Rising and falling and never did stayD
Like a fountain that feeds on itself all dayD
Wanting no answer answering noneP
But beginning again as each verse was doneP
BenediciteD
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It brought an ecstasy into his faceI
It weaned his senses from time and spaceI
It carried him off to worlds unseenQ
And showed him what is not and ne'er has beenL
Transporting his soul to those realms of calmR
More bless d and blessing than even the psalmS
BenediciteD
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Then carolling still it drew him thenceT
Slowly back to the spheres of senseT
But held him awhile where self expiresU
And vague recollections and vague desiresU
Banish the burden of things that areV
And angels seem canticling faint and farV
BenediciteD
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Then across him there flitted the days that are deadD
And those that will follow when these are fledD
Generations of sorrow wave after waveW
With their samesome journey from womb to graveW
Men's love of the fleshly sweets that stingB
And the comfort that comes when we kneel and singB
BenediciteD
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He suddenly started and gazed aroundD
For silence can waken as well as soundD
And the bird had ceased singing The dewy airM
Still was immersed in mental prayerM
Time seemed to have stopped So he quickened paceI
But forgot not to say ere he left the lone placeI
BenediciteD
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Downward he wended and under his feetD
As on mounting the bruised thyme answered sweetD
As before in the brake the dog rose bloomedD
And the woodbine with fragrance the hedge perfumedD
And the white meadow sweet and the sorrel redD
Had they found a tongue would still surely have saidD
BenediciteD
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But where were the flags and the tall rank grassX
And the stepping stones smooth for his feet to passX
Were they swept away Did he wake or dreamY
A bridge that he knew not spanned the streamY
Though under its archway he still could hearZ
The journeying water purling clearA2
BenediciteD
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Where had he wandered This never couldD
Be the spot where the Abbey orchard stoodD
Where the filberts once mellowed lay tumbled blocksB2
And cherry stumps peered through tares and docksB2
A rough plot stretched where in times gone byC2
The plump apples dropped to the joyous cryC2
BenediciteD
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The gateway had vanished the portal flownD2
The walls of the Abbey were ivy grownD2
The arches were shattered the roof was goneE2
The mullions were mouldering one by oneP
Wrecked was the oriel's tracery lightD
That the sun streamed through when they met to reciteD
BenediciteD
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Chancel and choir and nave and aisleF2
Were but one ruinous vacant pileF2
So utter the havoc you could not tellA
Which was corridor cloister cellA
Cow grass and foxglove and waving weedD
Covered the scrolls where you used to readD
BenediciteD
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High up where of old the belfry toweredD
An elder had rooted and whitely floweredD
Surviving ruin and rain and windD
Below it a lichened gurgoyle grinnedD
Though birds were chirping and flitting aboutD
They paused not to treble the anthem devoutD
BenediciteD
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Then he went where the Abbot was wont to layD
His children to rest till the Judgment DayD
And at length in the grass the name he foundD
Of a friar he fancied alive and soundD
The slab was hoary the carving blurredD
And he rather guessed than could read the wordD
BenediciteD
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He sate him down on a fretted stoneD2
Where rains had beaten and winds had blownD2
And opened his office book and readD
The prayers that we read for our loved ones deadD
While nightfall crept on the twilight airM
And darkened the page of the final prayerM
BenediciteD
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But to murkiest gloom when the gloaming did waneN
In the air there still floated a shadowy strainN
'Twas distilled with the dew it was showered from the starV
It was murmuring near it was tingling afarV
In silence it sounded in darkness it shoneD2
And in sleep that is deepest it wakeful dreamed onG2
BenediciteD
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Do you ask what had witched Brother Benedict's earsH2
The bird had been singing a thousand yearsH2
Sweetly confounding in its sweet layD
To day to morrow and yesterdayD
Time What is Time but a fiction vainN
To him that o'erhears the Eternal strainN
BenediciteD

Alfred Austin



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