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Brother 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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
'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
	-
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
	-
'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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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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