The Lady Of La Garaye - Part Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme

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SILENT old gateway whose two columns stand	A
Like simple monuments on either hand	A
No trellised iron work with pleasant view	B
Of trim set flowery gardens shining through	B
No bolts to bar unasked intruders out	C
No well oiled hinge whose sound like one low note	D
Of music tells the listening hearts that yearn	E
Expectant of dear footsteps where to turn	E
No ponderous bell whose loud vociferous tone	F
Into the rose decked lodge hath echoing gone	G
Bringing the porter forth with brief delay	H
To spread those iron wings that check the way	H
Nothing but ivy leaves and crumbling stone	F
Silent old gateway even thy life is gone	G
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But ere those columns lost in ivvied shade	I
Black on the midnight sky their forms portrayed	I
And ere thy gate by damp weeds overtopped	I
Swayed from its rusty fastenings and then dropped	I
When it stood portal to a living home	J
And saw the living faces go and come	K
What various minds and in what various moods	L
Crossed the fair paths of these sweet solitudes	L
	-
Old gateway thou hast witnessed times of mirth	M
When light the hunter's gallop beat the earth	M
When thy quick wakened echo could but know	N
Laughter and happy voices and the flow	N
Of jocund spirits when the pleasant sight	I
Of broidered dresses careless youth's delight	I
Trooped by at sunny morn and back at falling night	I
	-
And thou hast witnessed triumph when the Bride	I
Passed through the stately Bridegroom at her side	I
The village maidens scattering many a flower	O
Bright as the bloom of living beauty's dower	P
With cheers and shouts that bid the soft tears rise	L
Of joy exultant in her downcast eyes	L
And thou hadst gloom when fallen from beauty's state	I
Her mournful litter rustled through the gate	I
And the wind waved its branches as she past	I
And the dishevelled curls around her cast	I
Rose on that breeze and kissed before they fell	Q
The iron scroll work with a wild farewell	Q
	-
And thou hast heard sad dirges chanted low	N
And sobbings loud from those who saw with woe	N
The feet borne forward by a funeral train	R
Which homeward never might return again	S
Nor in the silence of the frozen nights	L
Reclaim that dwelling and its lost delights	L
But lowly lie however wild love's yearning	T
The dust that clothed them unto dust returning	T
Through thee how often hath been borne away	H
Man's share of dual life the senseless clay	H
Through thee how oft hath hastened glad and bold	I
God's share the eager spirit in that mould	I
But neither life nor death hath left a trace	L
On the strange silence of that vacant place	L
	-
Not vacant in the day of which I write	I
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white	I
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent	I
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent	I
And o'er the trim kept gravel's tawny hue	B
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too	B
	-
Count Claud is at the gate but not alone	F
Who is his friend	I
They pass and both are gone	G
Gone by the bright warm path to those sad halls	L
Where now his slackened step in sadness falls	L
Sadness of every day and all day long	U
Spite of the summer glow and wild bird's song	U
	-
Who is that slow paced Priest to whom he bows	L
Courteous precedence as he sighing shows	L
The oriel window where his Gertrude dwells	L
And all her mournful story briefly tells	L
Who is that friend whose hand with gentle clasp	V
Answers his own young agonizing grasp	V
And looks upon his burst of passionate tears	L
With calmer grieving of maturer years	L
	-
Oh well round that friend's footsteps might be breathed	I
The blessing which the Italian poet wreathed	I
Into a garland gay of graceful words	L
As full of music as a lute's low chords	L
'Blessed be the year the time the day the hour '	-
When He passed through those gates whose gentle power	O
Lifted with ministrant zeal the leaden grief	W
Probed the soul's festering wounds and brought relief	W
And taught the sore vexed spirits where to find	I
Balm that could heal and thoughts that cheered the mind	I
	-
Prior of Benedictines did thy prayers	L
Bring down a blessing on them unawares	L
While yet their faces were to thee unknown	F
And thou wert kneeling in thy cell alone	F
Where thy meek litanies went up to Heaven	X
That ALL who suffered might have comfort given	X
And thy heart yearned for all thy fellow men	S
Smitten with sorrows far beyond thy ken	S
	-
He sits by Gertrude's couch and patient listens	L
To her wild grieving voice his dark eye glistens	L
With tearful sympathy for that young wife	Y
Telling the torture of her broken life	Y
And when he answers her she seems to know	N
The peace of resting by a river's flow	N
Tender his words and eloquently wise	L
Mild the pure fervour of his watchful eyes	L
Meek with serenity of constant prayer	Z
The luminous forehead high and broad and bare	Z
The thin mouth though not passionless yet still	A2
With a sweet calm that speaks an angel's will	A2
Resolving service to his God's behest	I
And ever musing how to serve Him best	I
Not old nor young with manhood's gentlest grace	L
Pale to transparency the pensive face	L
Pale not with sickness but with studious thought	I
The body tasked the fine mind overwrought	I
With something faint and fragile in the whole	B2
As though 'twere but a lamp to hold a soul	B2
Such was the friend who came to La Garaye	C2
And Claud and Gertrude lived to bless the day	I
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There is a love that hath not lover's wooing	T
Love's wild caprices nor love's hot pursuing	T
But yet a clinging and persistent love	D2
Tenderly binding most unapt to rove	E2
As full of fervent and adoring dreams	L
As the more gross and earthlier passion seems	L
But far more single hearted from its birth	M
With humblest notions of unequal worth	M
Guided and guidable with thankful trust	I
Timid lest all complaint should be unjust	I
Circling a lesser orb around its star	F2
With tributary love that dare not war	G2
Such is the love which aged men inspire	H2
Priests whose pure hearts are full of sacred fire	O
And friends of dear friends dead whom trembling we admire	H2
A touch of mystery lights the rising morn	I2
Of love for those who lived ere we were born	I2
Whose eyes the eyes of ancestors have seen	J2
Whose voice hath answered voices that have been	K2
Whose words show wisdom gleaned in days gone by	L2
As glory flushes from a sunset sky	L2
Our judgment leans upon them feeling weak	M2
Our hearts lift yearning towards them as they speak	M2
And silently we listen lest we lose	L
Some teaching truth and benefits refuse	L
	-
With such a love did Gertrude learn to greet	I
The gentle Prior whose slow pacing feet	I
Each day of her sad life made welcome sound	I
Across the bright path of her garden ground	I
And ere the golden summer past away	I
And leaves were yellowing with a pale decay	I
Ere drenched by sweeping storms of autumn rain	R
In turbulent billows lay the beaten grain	R
Ere Breton orchards ripening turned to red	I
All the green freshness which the spring time shed	I
Mocking the glory which the sunset fills	L
With stripes of crimson o'er the painted hills	L
Her thoughts submitted to his thoughts' control	B2
As 'twere an elder brother of her soul	B2
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Well she remembered how that soul was stirred	I
By the rebuking of his gentle word	I
When in her faltering tones complaint was given	X
'What had I done to earn such fate from Heaven '	-
	-
'Oh Lady here thou liest with all that wealth	N2
Or love can do to cheer thee back to health	N2
With books that woo the fancies of thy brain	R
To happier thoughts than brooding over pain	R
With light with flowers with freshness and with food	I
Dainty and chosen fit for sickly mood	I
With easy couches for thy languid frame	O2
Bringing real rest and not the empty name	O2
And silent nights and soothed and comforted days	L
And Nature's beauty spread before thy gaze	L
	-
'What have the Poor done who instead of these	L
Suffer in foulest rags each dire disease	L
Creep on the earth and lean against the stones	L
When some disjointing torture racks their bones	L
And groan and grope throughout t	I

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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