The Falcon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBBCCCDDDEEEFFFGG GHHHIIIJJJKKKLLLMMMN ONPPPMMMJJJQRRDDDDDD SSSTTTRRRUUUVVVDDDWW WXXXDDDUUUDDDDDDUUUD DDUUUYYYDDDRRRDDDDDD ZA2A2UUUB2A2| Who would not be Sir Hubert for his birth and bearing fine | A |
| His rich sky skirted woodlands valleys flowing oil and wine | A |
| Sir Hubert to whose sunning all the rays of fortune shine | A |
| So most men praised Sir Hubert and some others warm'd with praise | B |
| Of Hubert noble hearted than whom none went on his ways | B |
| Less spoilt by splendid fortune whom no peril could amaze | B |
| To Ladies all save one he was the rule by which the worth | C |
| Of other men was reckon'd so that many a maid for dearth | C |
| Of such a knight to woo her love forswore and with it mirth | C |
| No prince could match his banquets when proud Mabel was his guest | D |
| And shows and sumptuous triumphs day by day his hope express'd | D |
| That love e'en yet might burgeon in her young unburgeon'd breast | D |
| Time pass'd and use for riches pass'd with hope which slowly fled | E |
| And want came on unheeded and report in one day spread | E |
| Of good Sir Hubert houseless and of Mabel richly wed | E |
| Forth went he from the city where she dwelt to one poor farm | F |
| All left of all his valleys there Sir Hubert's single arm | F |
| Served Hubert's wants and labour soon relieved love's rankling harm | F |
| Much hardship brought much easement of the melancholy freight | G |
| He bore within his bosom and his fancy was elate | G |
| And proud of Love's rash sacrifice which led to this estate | G |
| One friend was left a falcon famed for beauty skill and size | H |
| Kept from his fortune's ruin for the sake of its great eyes | H |
| That seem'd to him like Mabel's Of an evening he would rise | H |
| And wake its royal glances and reluctantly flapp'd wings | I |
| And looks of grave communion with his lightsome questionings | I |
| That broke the drowsy sameness and the sense like fear that springs | I |
| At night when we are conscious of our distance from the strife | J |
| Of cities and the memory of the spirit in all things rife | J |
| Endows the silence round us with a grim and ghastly life | J |
| His active resignation wrought in time a heartfelt peace | K |
| And though in noble bosoms love once lit can never cease | K |
| He could walk and think of Mabel and his pace would not increase | K |
| Who say when somewhat distanced from the heat and fiercer might | L |
| Love's brand burns us no longer it is out use not their sight | L |
| For ever and for ever we are lighted by the light | L |
| And ere there be extinguish'd one minutest flame love fann'd | M |
| The Pyramids of Egypt shall have no place in the land | M |
| But as a nameless portion of its ever shifting sand | M |
| News came at last that Mabel was a widow but with this | N |
| That all her dead Lord's wealth went first to her one child and his | O |
| So she was not for Hubert had she beckon'd him to bliss | N |
| For Hubert felt tho' Mabel might like him become resign'd | P |
| To poverty for Love's sake she might never like him find | P |
| That poverty is plenty peace and freedom of the mind | P |
| One morning while he rested from his delving spade in hand | M |
| He thought of her and blest her and he look'd about the land | M |
| And he and all he look'd at seem'd to brighten and expand | M |
| The wind was newly risen and the airy skies were rife | J |
| With fleets of sailing cloudlets and the trees were all in strife | J |
| Extravagantly triumphant at their newly gotten life | J |
| Birds wrangled in the branches with a trouble of sweet noise | Q |
| Even the conscious cuckoo judging wisest to rejoice | R |
| Shook round his cuckoo cuckoo as if careless of his voice | R |
| But Hubert mused and marvell'd at the glory in his breast | D |
| The first glow turn'd to passion and he nursed it unexpress'd | D |
| And glory gilding glory turn'd at last to sunny rest | D |
| Then again he look'd around him like an angel and behold | D |
| The scene was changed no cloudlets cross'd the serious blue but roll'd | D |
| Behind the distant hill tops gleam'd a rial hills of gold | D |
| The wind too was abated and the trees and birds were grown | S |
| As quiet as the cloud banks right above the bright sun shone | S |
| Down looking from the forehead of the giant sky alone | S |
| Then the nightingale awaken'd by the silence shot a throng | T |
| Of notes into the sunshine cautious first then swift and strong | T |
| Then he madly smote them round him till the bright air throbb'd with song | T |
| And suddenly stopp'd singing all amid his ecstasies | R |
| Myrtles rustle what sees Hubert sight is sceptic but his knees | R |
| Bend to the Lady Mabel as she blossoms from the trees | R |
| She spoke her eyes cast downwards while upon them dropp'd half way | U |
| Lids fairer than the bosom of an unblown lily lay | U |
| In faith of ancient amity Sir Hubert I this day | U |
| Would beg a boon and bind me your great debtor O her mouth | V |
| Was sweet beyond new honey or the bean perfumed South | V |
| And better than pomegranates to a pilgrim dumb for drouth | V |
| She look'd at his poor homestead at the spade beside his hand | D |
| And then her heart reproach'd her What inordinate demand | D |
| Was she come there for making Then she says in accents bland | D |
| Her Page and she are weary and her wish can wait she'll share | W |
| His noontide meal by his favour This he hastens to prepare | W |
| But lo the roost is empty and his humble larder bare | W |
| No friend has he to help him no one near of whom to claim | X |
| The tax and force its payment in his passion's sovereign name | X |
| No time to set the pitfalls for the swift and fearful game | X |
| Too late to fly his falcon which as if it would assist | D |
| Its master's trouble perches on his idly proffer'd fist | D |
| With busy dumb caresses treading up and down his wrist | D |
| But now a gleam of comfort and a shadow of dismay | U |
| Pass o'er the good knight's features now it seems he would essay | U |
| The fatness of his falcon while it flaps both wings for play | U |
| Now lo the ruthless lover takes it off its trusted stand | D |
| Grasps all its frighten'd body with his hard remorseless hand | D |
| Puts out its faithful life and plucks and broils it on the brand | D |
| In midst of this her dinner Mabel gave her wish its word | D |
| My wilful child Sir Hubert pines from fancy long deferr'd | D |
| And now he raves in fever to possess your famous bird | D |
| Alas he said behold it there Then nobly did she say | U |
| It grieves my heart Sir Hubert that I'm much too poor to pay | U |
| For this o'er queenly banquet I am honour'd with to day | U |
| But if Sir we two henceforth can converse as friends my board | D |
| To you shall be as open as it would were you its Lord | D |
| And so she bow'd and left him from his vex'd mind unrestored | D |
| Months pass'd and Hubert went not but lived on in his old way | U |
| Until to him one morning Mabel sent her Page to say | U |
| That should it suit his pleasure she would speak with him that day | U |
| Ah welcome Sir said Mabel rising courteous kind and free | Y |
| I hoped ere this to have had you for my guest but now I see | Y |
| That you are even prouder than they whisper you to be | Y |
| Made grave by her great beauty but not dazzled he replied | D |
| With every noble courtesy to her words and spoke beside | D |
| Such things as are permitted to bare friendship not in pride | D |
| Or wilful overacting of the right which often blends | R |
| Its sacrificial pathos bitter sweet with lover's ends | R |
| Or that he now remember'd her command to meet as friends | R |
| But having not had knowledge that the infant heir was dead | D |
| Whose life made it more loving to preserve his love unsaid | D |
| He waited calmly wondering to what mark this summons led | D |
| She puzzled with a strangeness by his actions disavow'd | D |
| Spoke further Once Sir Hubert I was thoughtless therefore proud | D |
| Your love on me shone sunlike I alas have been your cloud | D |
| And graceless quench'd the light that made me splendid I would fain | Z |
| Pay part of what I owe you that is if alas but then | A2 |
| I know not Things are changed and you are not as other men | A2 |
| She strove to give her meaning yet blush'd deeply with dismay | U |
| Lest he should find it Hubert fear'd she purpos'd to repay | U |
| His love with less than love Thought he Sin 'twas my hawk to slay | U |
| His eyes are dropp'd in sorrow from their worshipping but lo | B2 |
| Upon her sable vesture they are fall'n | A2 |
Coventry Patmore
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