If I Were A Monk, And Thou Wert A Nun Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII JBJBKK LBLBMM HBHBKK DBDBBB BBNBOO NBNBPP NNNNQQ RNRNAA| If I were a monk and thou wert a nun | A |
| Pacing it wearily wearily | B |
| Twixt chapel and cell till day were done | A |
| Wearily wearily | B |
| How would it fare with these hearts of ours | C |
| That need the sunshine and smiles and flowers | C |
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| To prayer to prayer at the matins' call | D |
| Morning foul or fair | E |
| Such prayer as from weary lips might fall | D |
| Words but hardly prayer | E |
| The chapel's roof like the law in stone | F |
| Caging the lark that up had flown | F |
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| Thou in the glory of cloudless noon | G |
| The God revealing | H |
| Turning thy face from the boundless boon | G |
| Painfully kneeling | H |
| Or in brown shadowy solitude | I |
| Bending thy head o'er the legend rude | I |
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| I in a bare and lonely nook | J |
| Gloomily gloomily | B |
| Poring over some musty book | J |
| Thoughtfully thoughtfully | B |
| Or painting pictures of things of old | K |
| On parchment margin in purple and gold | K |
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| Perchance in slow procession to meet | L |
| Wearily wearily | B |
| In antique narrow high gabled street | L |
| Wearily wearily | B |
| Thine eyes dark lifted to mine and then | M |
| Heavily sinking to earth again | M |
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| Sunshine and air bird music and spring | H |
| Merrily merrily | B |
| Back to its cell each weary thing | H |
| Wearily wearily | B |
| Our poor hearts withered and dry and old | K |
| Most at home in the cloister cold | K |
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| Thou slow rising at vespers' call | D |
| Wearily wearily | B |
| I looking up on the darkening wall | D |
| Wearily wearily | B |
| The chime so sweet to the boat at sea | B |
| Listless and dead to thee and me | B |
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| At length for sleep a weary assay | B |
| On the lone couch wearily | B |
| Rising at midnight again to pray | N |
| Wearily wearily | B |
| And if through the dark dear eyes looked in | O |
| Sending them far as a thought of sin | O |
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| And at last thy tired soul passing away | N |
| Dreamily dreamily | B |
| Its worn tent fluttering in slow decay | N |
| Sleepily sleepily | B |
| Over thee held the crucified Best | P |
| But no warm cheek to thy cold cheek pressed | P |
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| And then my passing from cell to clay | N |
| Dreamily dreamily | N |
| My gray head lying on ashes gray | N |
| Sleepily sleepily | N |
| But no woman angel hovering above | Q |
| Ready to clasp me in deathless love | Q |
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| Now now ah now thy hand in mine | R |
| Peacefully peacefully | N |
| My arm round thee and my lips on thine | R |
| Lovingly lovingly | N |
| Oh is not a better thing to us given | A |
| Than wearily going alone to heaven | A |
George Macdonald
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