The Monk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBBBBBCC A DBDBDBEE A FGFGFGHH C IBIBIBJJ C BBBBBBJJ C KBKBKBJJ C CLCLCLBB C MJMJMJBB B JNJNJNOO B BJBJBJBB B PQPQPQBB B BBBBBBGG B BRBRBSJJ C JJJJJJTT C BJBJBJUU C JVJVJVJJ C JBJBJBJJ C BJBJBJGG B JWJWJWJJ W XIXI IW W JYJYJYJJ W ZJZJZJUU W NININIWW C HRHRHRA2A2 C CJCJCJB2B2 C C2D2C2D2C2D2E2E2 C JF2JF2JG2H2 C GWGWGWBB W JJJJJJJJ W JKJKJKK W GWGWGWJJ W GD2GD2GD2BB W JGJGJGJJ C XWXWXWD2D2 C WJWJWJWW C JGJGJGWW C HWHWHWI2I2 C JJJJJJD2D2 W BGBGBGWW G JJJJJJBB G WD2WD2WD2BB G D2JD2JD2JCC D2 KJKJKJXX C XCXCXCD2D2 C WD2WD2WD2KK C E2BE2BE2BJJ C JHJHJHD2D2

IA
-
In Nino's chamber not a sound intrudesB
Upon the midnight's tingling silentnessB
Where Nino sits before his book and broodsB
Thin and brow burdened with some fine distressB
Some gloom that hangs about his mournful moodsB
His weary bearing and neglected dressB
So sad he sits nor ever turns a leafC
Sorrow's pale miser o'er his hoard of griefC
-
IIA
-
Young Nino and Leonora they had metD
Once at a revel by some lover's chanceB
And they were young with hearts already setD
To tender thoughts attuned to romanceB
Wherefore it seemed they never could forgetD
That winning touch that one bewildering glanceB
But found at last a shelter safe and sweetE
Where trembling hearts and longing hands might meetE
-
IIIA
-
Ah sweet their dreams and sweet the life they ledF
With that great love that was their bosoms' allG
Yet ever shadowed by some circling dreadF
It gloomed at moments deep and tragicalG
And so for many a month they seemed to treadF
With fluttering hearts whatever might befallG
Half glad half sad their sweet and secret wayH
To the soft tune of some old lover's layH
-
IVC
-
But she is gone alas he knows not whereI
Or how his life that tender gift should loseB
Indeed his love was ever full of careI
The hasty joys and griefs of him who woosB
Where sweet success is neighbour to despairI
With stolen looks and dangerous interviewsB
But one long week she came not nor the nextJ
And so he wandered here and there perplextJ
-
VC
-
Nor evermore she came Full many daysB
He sought her at their trysts devised deep schemesB
To lure her back and fell on subtle waysB
To win some word of her but all his dreamsB
Vanished like smoke and then in sore amazeB
From town to town as one that crazed seemsB
He wandered following in unhappy questJ
Uncertain clues that ended like the restJ
-
VIC
-
And now this midnight as he sits forlornK
The printed page for him no meaning bearsB
With every word some torturing dream is bornK
And every thought is like a step that scaresB
Old memories up to make him weep and mournK
He cannot turn but from their latchless lairsB
The weary shadows of his lost delightJ
Rise up like dusk birds through the lonely nightJ
-
VIIC
-
And still with questions vain he probes his griefC
Till thought is wearied out and dreams grow dimL
What bitter chance what woe beyond beliefC
Could keep his lady's heart so hid from himL
Or was her love indeed but light and briefC
A passing thought a moment's dreamy whimL
Aye there it stings the woe that never sleepsB
Poor Nino leans upon his book and weepsB
-
VIIIC
-
Until at length the sudden grief that shookM
His pierced bosom like a gust is pastJ
And laid full weary on the wide spread bookM
His eyes grow dim with slumber light and fastJ
But scarcely have his dreams had time to lookM
On lands of kindlier promise when aghastJ
He starts up softly and in wondering wiseB
Listens atremble with wide open eyesB
-
IXB
-
What sound was that Who knocks like one in dreadJ
With such swift hands upon his outer doorN
Perhaps some beggar driven from his bedJ
By gnawing hunger he can bear no moreN
Or questing traveller with confused treadJ
Straying bewildered in the midnight hoarN
Nino uprises scared he knows not howO
The dreams still pale about his burdened browO
-
XB
-
The heavy bolt he draws and unawaresB
A stranger enters with slow steps unsoughtJ
A long robed monk and in his hand he bearsB
A jewelled goblet curiously wroughtJ
But of his face beneath the cowl he wearsB
For all his searching Nino seeth noughtJ
And slowly past him with long stride he hiesB
While Nino follows with bewildered eyesB
-
XIB
-
Straight on he goes with dusky rustling gownP
His steps are soft his hands are white and fineQ
And still he bears the goblet on whose crownP
A hundred jewels in the lamplight shineQ
And ever from its edges dripping downP
Falls with dark stain the rich and lustrous wineQ
Wherefrom through all the chamber's shadowy deepsB
A deadly perfume like a vapour creepsB
-
XIIB
-
And now he sets it down with careful handsB
On the slim table's polished ebonyB
And for a space as if in dreams he standsB
Close hidden in his sombre draperyB
Oh lover by thy lady's last commandsB
I bid thee hearken for I bear with meB
A gift to give thee and a tale to tellG
From her who loved thee while she lived too wellG
-
XIIIB
-
The stranger's voice falls slow and solemnlyB
Tis soft and rich and wondrous deep of toneR
And Nino's face grows white as ivoryB
Listening fast rooted like a shape of stoneR
Ah blessed saints can such a dark thing beB
And was it death and is Leonora goneS
Oh love is harsh and life is frail indeedJ
That gives men joy and then so makes them bleedJ
-
XIVC
-
There is the gift I bring the stranger's headJ
Turns to the cup that glitters at his sideJ
And now my tongue draws back for very dreadJ
Unhappy youth from what it must not hideJ
The saddest tale that ever lips have saidJ
Yet thou must know how sweet Lenora diedJ
A broken martyr for love's weary sakeT
And left this gift for thee to leave or takeT
-
XVC
-
Poor Nino listens with that marble faceB
And eyes that move not strangely wide and setJ
The monk continues with his mournful graceB
She told me Nino how you often metJ
In secret and your plighted loves kept paceB
Together tangled in the self same netJ
Your dream's dark danger and its dread you knewU
And still you met and still your passion grewU
-
XVIC
-
And aye with that luxurious fire you fedJ
Your dangerous longing daily crumb by crumbV
Nor ever cared that still above your headJ
The shadow grew for that your lips were dumbV
You knew full keenly you could never wedJ
'Twas all a dream the end must surely comeV
For not on thee her father's eyes were turnedJ
To find a son when mighty lords were spurnedJ
-
XVIIC
-
Thou knowest that new sprung prince that proud up startJ
Pisa's new tyrant with his armed thrallsB
Who bends of late to take the people's partJ
Yet plays the king among his marble hallsB
Whose gloomy palace in our city's heartJ
Frowns like a fortress with its loop holed wallsB
'Twas him he sought for fair Leonora's handJ
That so his own declining house might standJ
-
XVIIIC
-
The end came soon 'twas never known to theeB
But when your love was scarce a six months oldJ
She sat one day beside her father's kneeB
And in her ears the dreadful thing was toldJ
Within one month her bridal hour should beB
With Messer Gianni for his power and goldJ
And as she sat with whitened lips the whileG
The old man kissed her with his crafty smileG
-
XIXB
-
Poor pallid lady all the woe she feltJ
Thou wretched Nino thou alone canst knowW
Down at his feet with many a moan she kneltJ
And prayed that he would never wound her soW
Ah tender saints it was a sight to meltJ
The flintiest heart but his could never glowW
He sat with clenched hands and straightened headJ
And frowned and glared and turned from white to redJ
-
XXW
-
And still with cries about his knees she clungX
Her tender bosom broken with her careI
His words were brief with bitter fury flungX
'The father's will the child must meekly bearI
I am thy father thou a girl and young '-
Then to her feet she rose in her despairI
And cried with tightened lips and eyes aglowW
One daring word a straight and simple 'No '-
-
XXIW
-
Her father left her with wild words and sentJ
Rough men who dragged her to a dungeon deepY
Where many a weary soul in darkness pentJ
For many a year had watched the slow days creepY
And there he left her for his dark intentJ
Where madness breeds and sorrows never sleepY
Coarse robes he gave her and her lips he fedJ
With bitter water and a crust of breadJ
-
XXIIW
-
And day by day still following out his planZ
He came to her and with determined spiteJ
Strove with soft words and then with curse and banZ
To bend her heart so wearied to his mightJ
And aye she bode his bitter pleasure's spanZ
As one that hears but hath not sense or sightJ
Ah Nino still her breaking heart held trueU
Poor lady sad she had no thought but youU
-
XXIIIW
-
The father tired at last and came no moreN
But in his settled anger bade prepareI
The marriage feast with all luxurious storeN
With pomps and shows and splendors rich and rareI
And so in toil another fortnight woreN
Nor knew she aught what things were in the airI
Till came the old lord's message brief and coarseW
Within three days she should be wed by forceW
-
XXIVC
-
And all that noon and weary night she layH
Poor child like death upon her prison stoneR
And none that came to her but crept awayH
Sickened at heart to see her lips so moanR
Her eyes so dim within their sockets greyH
Her tender cheeks so thin and ghastly grownR
But when the next morn's light began to stirA2
She sent and prayed that I might be with herA2
-
XXVC
-
This boon he gave perchance he deemed that IC
The chaplain of his house her childhood's friendJ
With patient tones and holy words might tryC
To soothe her purpose to his gainful endJ
I bowed full low before his crafty eyeC
But knew my heart had no base help to lendJ
That night with many a silent prayer I cameB2
To poor Leonora in her grief and shameB2
-
XXVIC
-
But she was strange to me I could not speakC2
For glad amazement mixed with some dark fearD2
I saw her stand no longer pale and weakC2
But a proud maiden queenly and most clearD2
With flashing eyes and vermeil in her cheekC2
And on the little table set anearD2
I marked two goblets of rare workmanshipE2
With some strange liquor crowned to the lipE2
-
XXVIIC
-
And then she ran to me and caught my handJ
Tightly imprisoned in her meagre twainF2
And like the ghost of sorrow she did standJ
And eyed me softly with a liquid painF2
'Oh father grant I pray thee I commandJ
One boon to me I'll never ask againG2
One boon to me and to my love to bothH2
Dear father grant and bind it with an oath '-
-
XXVIIIC
-
This granted I and then with many a wailG
She told me all the story of your woeW
And when she finished lightly but most paleG
To those two brimming goblets she did goW
And one she took within her fingers frailG
And looked down smiling in its crimson glowW
'And now thine oath I'll tell God grant to theeB
No rest in grave if thou be false to meB
-
XXIXW
-
'Alas poor me whom cruel hearts would wedJ
On the sad morrow to that wicked lordJ
But I'll not go nay rather I'll be deadJ
Safe from their frown and from their bitter wordJ
Without my Nino life indeed were spedJ
And sith we two can never more accordJ
In this drear world so weary and perplextJ
We'll die and win sweet pleasure in the nextJ
-
XXXW
-
'Oh father God will never give thee restJ
If thou be false to what thy lips have swornK
And false to love and false to me distressedJ
A helpless maid so broken and outwornK
This cup she put it softly to her breastJ
I pray thee carry ere the morrow mornK
To Nino's hand and tell him all my painK
This other with mine own lips I will drain '-
-
XXXIW
-
Slowly she raised it to her lips the whileG
I darted forward madly fain to seizeW
Her dreadful hands but with a sudden wileG
She twisted and sprang from me with bent kneesW
And rising turned upon me with a smileG
And drained her goblet to the very leesW
'Oh priest remember keep thine oath ' she criedJ
And the spent goblet fell against her sideJ
-
XXXIIW
-
And then she moaned and murmured like a bellG
'My Nino my sweet Nino ' and no moreD2
She said but fluttered like a bird and fellG
Lifeless as marble to the footworn floorD2
And there she lies even now in lonely cellG
Poor lady pale with all the grief she boreD2
She could not live and still be true to theeB
And so she's gone where no rude hands can beB
-
XXXIIIW
-
The monk's voice pauses like some mournful fluteJ
Whose pondered closes for sheer sorrow failG
And then with hand that seems as it would suitJ
A soft girl best it is so light and frailG
He turns half round and for a moment muteJ
Points to the goblet and so ends his taleG
Mine oath is kept thy lady's last commandJ
'Tis but a short hour since it left her handJ
-
XXXIVC
-
So ends the stranger surely no man's tongueX
Was e'er so soft or half so sweet as hisW
Oft as he listened Nino's heart had sprungX
With sudden start as from a spectre's kissW
For deep in many a word he deemed had rungX
The liquid fall of some loved emphasisW
And so it pierced his sorrow to the coreD2
The ghost of tones that he should hear no moreD2
-
XXXVC
-
But now the tale is ended and still keepsW
The stranger hidden in dusky weedJ
And Nino stands wide eyed as one that sleepsW
And dimly wonders how his heart doth bleedJ
Anon he bends yet neither moans nor weepsW
But hangs atremble like a broken reedJ
Ah bitter fate that lured and sold us soW
Poor lady mine alas for all our woeW
-
XXXVIC
-
But even as he moans in such dark moodJ
His wandering eyes upon the goblet fallG
Oh dreaming heart Oh strange ingratitudeJ
So to forget his lady's lingering callG
Her parting gift so rich so crimson huedJ
The lover's draught that shall be cure for allG
He lifts the goblet lightly from its placeW
And smiles and rears it with his courtly graceW
-
XXXVIIC
-
Oh lady sweet I shall not long delayH
This gift of thine shall bring me to thine eyesW
Sure God will send on no unpardoned wayH
The faithful soul that at such bidding diesW
When thou art gone I cannot longer stayH
To brave this world with all its wrath and liesW
Where hands of stone and tongues of dragon's breathI2
Have bruised mine angel to her piteous deathI2
-
XXXVIIIC
-
And now the gleaming goblet hath scarce dyedJ
His lips' thin pallor with its deathly redJ
When Nino starts in wonder fearful eyedJ
For lo the stranger with outstretched headJ
Springs at his face one soft and sudden strideJ
And from his hand the deadly cup hath spedJ
Dashed to the ground and all its seeded storeD2
Runs out like blood upon the marble floorD2
-
XXXIXW
-
Oh Nino my sweet Nino speak to meB
Nor stand so strange nor look so deathly paleG
'Twas all to prove thy heart's dear constancyB
I brought that cup and told that piteous taleG
Ah chains and cells and cruel treacheryB
Are weak indeed when women's hearts assailG
Art angry Nino 'Tis no monk that criesW
But sweet Leonora with her love lit eyesW
-
XLG
-
She dashes from her brow the pented hoodJ
The dusky robe falls rustling to her feetJ
And there she stands as aye in dreams she stoodJ
Ah Nino see Sure man did never meetJ
So warm a flower from such a sombre budJ
So trembling fair so wan so pallid sweetJ
Aye Nino down like saint upon thy kneeB
And soothe her hands with kisses warm and freeB
-
XLIG
-
And now with broken laughter on her lipsW
And now with moans remembering of her careD2
She weeps and smiles and like a child she slipsW
Her lily fingers through his curly hairD2
The while her head with all it's sweet she dipsW
Close to his ear to soothe and murmur thereD2
Oh Nino I was hid so long from theeB
That much I doubted what thy love might beB
-
XLIIG
-
And though 'twas cruel hard of me to tryD2
Thy faithful heart with such a fearful testJ
Yet now thou canst be happy sweet as ID2
Am wondrous happy in thy truth confessedJ
To haggard death indeed thou needst not flyD2
To find the softness of thy lady's breastJ
For such a gift was never death's to giveC
But thou shalt have me for thy love and liveC
-
XLIIID2
-
Dost see these cheeks my Nino they're so thinK
Not round and soft as when thou touched them lastJ
So long with bitter rage they pent me inK
Like some poor thief in lonely dungeons castJ
Only this night through every bolt and ginK
By cunning stealth I wrought my way at lastJ
Straight to thine heart I fled unfalteringX
Like homeward pigeon with uncaged wingX
-
XLIVC
-
Nay Nino kneel not let me hear thee speakX
We must not tarry long the dawn is nighC
So rises he for very gladness weakX
But half in fear that yet the dream may flyC
He touches mutely mouth and brow and cheekX
Till in his ear she 'gins to plead and sighC
Dear love forgive me for that cruel taleD2
That stung thine heart and made thy lips so paleD2
-
XLVC
-
And so he folds her softly with quick sighsW
And both with murmurs warm and musicalD2
Talk and retalk with dim or smiling eyesW
Of old delights and sweeter days to fallD2
And yet not long for ere the starlit skiesW
Grow pale above the city's eastern wallD2
They rise with lips and happy hands withdrawnK
And pass out softly into the dawnK
-
XLVIC
-
For Nino knows the captain of a shipE2
The friend of many journeys who may beB
This very morn will let his cables slipE2
For the warm coast of SicilyB
There in Palermo at the harbour's lipE2
A brother lives of tried fidelityB
So to the quays by hidden ways they wendJ
In the pale morn nor do they miss their friendJ
-
XLVIIC
-
And ere the shadow off another nightJ
Hath darkened Pisa many a foe shall strayH
Through Nino's home with eyes malignly brightJ
In wolfish quest but shall not find his preyH
The while those lovers in their white winged flightJ
Shall see far out upon the twilight greyH
Behind the glimmer of the sea beforeD2
The dusky outlines of a kindlier shoreD2

Archibald Lampman



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about The Monk poem by Archibald Lampman


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 0 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets