Brother Benedict Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCD EEDDFFD DDGGHHD BBDDIID JKLLMMD CCDDDDD DDNNBBD OODDPPD IIQLRSD TTUUVVD DDWWBBD DDMMIID DDDDDDD XXYYZA2D DDB2B2C2C2D D2D2E2PDDD F2F2AADDD DDDDDDD DDDDDDD D2D2DDMMD NNVVD2G2D H2H2DDNNDBrother Benedict rose and left his cell | A |
With the last slow swing of the evening bell | A |
In his hand he carried his only book | B |
And he followed the path to the Abbey brook | B |
And crossing the stepping stones paused midway | C |
For the journeying water seemed to say | C |
Benedicite | D |
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But when he stood on the other bank | E |
The flags rose tall and the grass grew rank | E |
And the sorrel red and the white meadow sweet | D |
Shook their dust on his sandalled feet | D |
And lifting their heads where his girdle hung | F |
Would surely have said had they found a tongue | F |
Benedicite | D |
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Onward and upward he clomb and wound | D |
Bruising the thyme on the nibbled ground | D |
Here and there in the untrimmed brake | G |
The dog rose bloomed for its own sweet sake | G |
The woodbine clambered up out of reach | H |
But the scent of them all breathed as plain as speech | H |
Benedicite | D |
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Shortly he came to a leafy nook | B |
Where wind never entered nor branch ever shook | B |
Itself was the only thing in sight | D |
And the rest of the world was shut out quite | D |
'Twas as self contained as the holy place | I |
Where the children quire with upturned face | I |
Benedicite | D |
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A dell so curtained with trunks and boughs | J |
That in hours when the ringdove coos to his spouse | K |
The sun to its heart scarce a way could win | L |
But the trees now had drawn all their shadows in | L |
There was nothing but scent in the dewy air | M |
And the silence seemed saying in mental prayer | M |
Benedicite | D |
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'Gainst the trunk of a beech round smooth and gray | C |
Brother Benedict leaned with intent to pray | C |
And opened his book with vellum bound | D |
Within red letters on faded ground | D |
Pater and Ave and saving Creed | D |
But look where you would you seemed to read | D |
Benedicite | D |
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He scarce had a verse of his office said | D |
Ere a bird in the branches overhead | D |
Began to warble so sweet a strain | N |
That strive as he would still he strove in vain | N |
To close his ears so he closed his book | B |
While the unseen throat to the air outshook | B |
Benedicite | D |
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'Twas a song that rippled and revelled and ran | O |
Ever back to the note whence it began | O |
Rising and falling and never did stay | D |
Like a fountain that feeds on itself all day | D |
Wanting no answer answering none | P |
But beginning again as each verse was done | P |
Benedicite | D |
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It brought an ecstasy into his face | I |
It weaned his senses from time and space | I |
It carried him off to worlds unseen | Q |
And showed him what is not and ne'er has been | L |
Transporting his soul to those realms of calm | R |
More bless d and blessing than even the psalm | S |
Benedicite | D |
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Then carolling still it drew him thence | T |
Slowly back to the spheres of sense | T |
But held him awhile where self expires | U |
And vague recollections and vague desires | U |
Banish the burden of things that are | V |
And angels seem canticling faint and far | V |
Benedicite | D |
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Then across him there flitted the days that are dead | D |
And those that will follow when these are fled | D |
Generations of sorrow wave after wave | W |
With their samesome journey from womb to grave | W |
Men's love of the fleshly sweets that sting | B |
And the comfort that comes when we kneel and sing | B |
Benedicite | D |
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He suddenly started and gazed around | D |
For silence can waken as well as sound | D |
And the bird had ceased singing The dewy air | M |
Still was immersed in mental prayer | M |
Time seemed to have stopped So he quickened pace | I |
But forgot not to say ere he left the lone place | I |
Benedicite | D |
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Downward he wended and under his feet | D |
As on mounting the bruised thyme answered sweet | D |
As before in the brake the dog rose bloomed | D |
And the woodbine with fragrance the hedge perfumed | D |
And the white meadow sweet and the sorrel red | D |
Had they found a tongue would still surely have said | D |
Benedicite | D |
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But where were the flags and the tall rank grass | X |
And the stepping stones smooth for his feet to pass | X |
Were they swept away Did he wake or dream | Y |
A bridge that he knew not spanned the stream | Y |
Though under its archway he still could hear | Z |
The journeying water purling clear | A2 |
Benedicite | D |
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Where had he wandered This never could | D |
Be the spot where the Abbey orchard stood | D |
Where the filberts once mellowed lay tumbled blocks | B2 |
And cherry stumps peered through tares and docks | B2 |
A rough plot stretched where in times gone by | C2 |
The plump apples dropped to the joyous cry | C2 |
Benedicite | D |
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The gateway had vanished the portal flown | D2 |
The walls of the Abbey were ivy grown | D2 |
The arches were shattered the roof was gone | E2 |
The mullions were mouldering one by one | P |
Wrecked was the oriel's tracery light | D |
That the sun streamed through when they met to recite | D |
Benedicite | D |
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Chancel and choir and nave and aisle | F2 |
Were but one ruinous vacant pile | F2 |
So utter the havoc you could not tell | A |
Which was corridor cloister cell | A |
Cow grass and foxglove and waving weed | D |
Covered the scrolls where you used to read | D |
Benedicite | D |
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High up where of old the belfry towered | D |
An elder had rooted and whitely flowered | D |
Surviving ruin and rain and wind | D |
Below it a lichened gurgoyle grinned | D |
Though birds were chirping and flitting about | D |
They paused not to treble the anthem devout | D |
Benedicite | D |
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Then he went where the Abbot was wont to lay | D |
His children to rest till the Judgment Day | D |
And at length in the grass the name he found | D |
Of a friar he fancied alive and sound | D |
The slab was hoary the carving blurred | D |
And he rather guessed than could read the word | D |
Benedicite | D |
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He sate him down on a fretted stone | D2 |
Where rains had beaten and winds had blown | D2 |
And opened his office book and read | D |
The prayers that we read for our loved ones dead | D |
While nightfall crept on the twilight air | M |
And darkened the page of the final prayer | M |
Benedicite | D |
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But to murkiest gloom when the gloaming did wane | N |
In the air there still floated a shadowy strain | N |
'Twas distilled with the dew it was showered from the star | V |
It was murmuring near it was tingling afar | V |
In silence it sounded in darkness it shone | D2 |
And in sleep that is deepest it wakeful dreamed on | G2 |
Benedicite | D |
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Do you ask what had witched Brother Benedict's ears | H2 |
The bird had been singing a thousand years | H2 |
Sweetly confounding in its sweet lay | D |
To day to morrow and yesterday | D |
Time What is Time but a fiction vain | N |
To him that o'erhears the Eternal strain | N |
Benedicite | D |
Alfred Austin
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