Basil Moss Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST UVWIXYZ A2B2C2D2E2F2G2H2LI2J 2HH2K2L2M2N2O2P2Q2R2 VS2NT2U2QV2ULW2X2Y2Z 2A2 A3H2B3X2B2C3D3E3X2E3 U2F3X2X2G3E3X2X2H3E3 X2X2X2E3F3 X2X2X2I3J3F3X2E3UX2X 2K3X2L3X2M3N3X2E3G3X 2E3E3O3P3M2X2G2E3E3 X2Q3E3X2R3G2X2WX2E3N 3ZE3S3X2E3E3R3X2P2T3 E3X2X2X2E3R3X2X2E3E3 E3U3WD3P2E3I2 X2E3N3UD2X2C3X2M3E3X 2Q3| SING mountain wind thy strong superior song | A |
| Thy haughty alpine anthem over tracts | B |
| Whose passes and whose swift rock straitened streams | C |
| Catch mighty life and voice from thee and make | D |
| A lordly harmony on sea chafed heights | E |
| Sing mountain wind and take thine ancient tone | F |
| The grand austere imperial utterance | G |
| Which drives my soul before it back to days | H |
| In one dark hour of which when Storm rode high | I |
| Past broken hills and when the polar gale | J |
| Roared round the Otway with the bitter breath | K |
| That speaks for ever of the White South Land | L |
| Alone with God and Silence in the cold | M |
| I heard the touching tale of Basil Moss | N |
| A story shining with a woman s love | O |
| And who that knows that love can ever doubt | P |
| How dear divine sublime a thing it is | Q |
| For while the tale of Basil Moss was one | R |
| Not blackened with those stark satanic sins | S |
| Which call for superhuman sacrifice | T |
| Still from the records of the world s sad life | U |
| This great sweet gladdening fact at length we ve learned | V |
| There s not a depth to which a man can fall | W |
| No slough of crime in which such one can lie | I |
| Stoned with the scorn and curses of his kind | X |
| But that some tender woman can be found | Y |
| To love and shield him still | Z |
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| What was the fate | A2 |
| Of Basil Moss who thirty years ago | B2 |
| A brave high minded but impetuous youth | C2 |
| Left happy homesteads in the sweetest isle | D2 |
| That wears the sober light of Northern suns | E2 |
| What happened him the man who crossed far fierce | F2 |
| Sea circles of the hoarse Atlantic who | G2 |
| Without a friend to help him in the world | H2 |
| Commenced his battle in this fair young land | L |
| A Levite in the Temple Beautiful | I2 |
| Of Art who struggled hard but found that here | J2 |
| Both Bard and Painter learn by bitter ways | H |
| That they are aliens in the working world | H2 |
| And that all Heaven s templed clouds at morn | K2 |
| And sunset do not weigh one loaf of bread | L2 |
| This was his tale For years he kept himself | M2 |
| Erect and looked his troubles in the face | N2 |
| And grappled them and being helped at last | O2 |
| By one who found she loved him who became | P2 |
| The patient sharer of his lot austere | Q2 |
| He beat them bravely back but like the heads | R2 |
| Of Lerna s fabled hydra they returned | V |
| From day to day in numbers multiplied | S2 |
| And so it came to pass that Basil Moss | N |
| Who was though brave no mental Hercules | T2 |
| Who hid beneath a calmness forced the keen | U2 |
| Heart breaking sensibility which is | Q |
| The awful wild specific curse that clings | V2 |
| Forever to the Poet s twofold life | U |
| Gave way at last but not before the hand | L |
| Of sickness fell upon him not before | W2 |
| The drooping form and sad averted eyes | X2 |
| Of hectic Hope that figure far and faint | Y2 |
| Had given all his later thoughts a tongue | Z2 |
| It is too late too late | A2 |
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| There is no need | A3 |
| To tell the elders of the English world | H2 |
| What followed this From step to step the man | B3 |
| Now fairly gripped by fierce Intemperance | X2 |
| Descended in the social scale and though | B2 |
| He struggled hard at times to break away | C3 |
| And take the old free dauntless stand again | D3 |
| He came to be as helpless as a child | E3 |
| And Darkness settled on the face of things | X2 |
| And Hope fell dead and Will was paralysed | E3 |
| Yet sometimes in the gloomy breaks between | U2 |
| Each fit of madness issuing from his sin | F3 |
| He used to wander through familiar woods | X2 |
| With God s glad breezes blowing in his face | X2 |
| And try to feel as he was wont to feel | G3 |
| In other years but never could he find | E3 |
| Again his old enthusiastic sense | X2 |
| Of Beauty never could he exorcize | X2 |
| The evil spell which seemed to shackle down | H3 |
| The fine keen subtle faculty that used | E3 |
| To see into the heart of loveliness | X2 |
| And therefore Basil learned to shun the haunts | X2 |
| Where Nature holds her chiefest courts because | X2 |
| They forced upon him in the saddest light | E3 |
| The fact of what he was and once had been | F3 |
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| So fared the drunkard for five awful years | X2 |
| The last of which while lighting singing dells | X2 |
| With many a flame of flowers found Basil Moss | X2 |
| Cooped with his wife in one small wretched room | I3 |
| And there one night the man when ill and weak | J3 |
| A sufferer from his latest bout of sin | F3 |
| Moaned stricken sorely with a fourfold sense | X2 |
| Of all the degradation he had brought | E3 |
| Upon himself and on his patient wife | U |
| And while he wrestled with his strong remorse | X2 |
| He looked upon a sweet but pallid face | X2 |
| And cried My God is this the trusting girl | K3 |
| I swore to love to shield to cherish so | X2 |
| But ten years back O what a liar I am | L3 |
| She shivering in a thin and faded dress | X2 |
| Beside a handful of pale smouldering fire | M3 |
| On hearing Basil s words moved on her chair | N3 |
| And turning to him blue beseeching eyes | X2 |
| And pinched pathetic features faintly said | E3 |
| O Basil love now that you seem to feel | G3 |
| And understand how much I ve suffered since | X2 |
| You first gave way now that you comprehend | E3 |
| The bitter heart wear darling that has brought | E3 |
| The swift sad silver to this hair of mine | O3 |
| Which should have come with Age which came with Pain | P3 |
| Do make one more attempt to free yourself | M2 |
| From what is slowly killing both of us | X2 |
| And if you do the thing I ask of you | G2 |
| If you but try this once we may indeed | E3 |
| We may be happy yet | E3 |
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| Then Basil Moss | X2 |
| Remembering in his marvellous agony | Q3 |
| How often he had found her in the dead | E3 |
| Of icy nights with uncomplaining eyes | X2 |
| A watcher in a cheerless room for him | R3 |
| And thinking too that often while he threw | G2 |
| His scanty earnings over reeking bars | X2 |
| The darling that he really loved through all | W |
| Was left without enough to eat then Moss | X2 |
| I say sprang to his feet with sinews set | E3 |
| And knotted brows and throat that gasped for air | N3 |
| And cried aloud My poor poor girl I will | Z |
| And so he did and fought this time the fight | E3 |
| Out to the bitter end and with the help | S3 |
| Of prayers and unremitting tenderness | X2 |
| He gained the victory at last but not | E3 |
| No not before the agony and sweat | E3 |
| Of fierce Gethsemanes had come to him | R3 |
| And not before the awful nightly trials | X2 |
| When set in mental furnaces of flame | P2 |
| With eyes that ached and wooed in vain for sleep | T3 |
| He had to fight the devil holding out | E3 |
| The cup of Lethe to his fevered lips | X2 |
| But still he conquered and the end was this | X2 |
| That though he often had to face the eyes | X2 |
| Of that bleak Virtue which is not of Christ | E3 |
| Because the gracious Lord of Love was one with Him | R3 |
| Who blessed the dying thief upon the cross | X2 |
| He held his way with no unfaltering steps | X2 |
| And gathered hope and light and never missed | E3 |
| To do a thing for the sake of good | E3 |
| And every day that glided through the world | E3 |
| Saw some fine instance of his bright reform | U3 |
| And some assurance he would never fall | W |
| Into the pits and traps of hell again | D3 |
| And thus it came to pass that Basil s name | P2 |
| Grew sweet with men and when he died his end | E3 |
| Was calm was evening like and beautiful | I2 |
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| Here ends the tale of Basil Moss To wives | X2 |
| Who suffer as the Painter s darling did | E3 |
| I dedicate these lines and hope they ll bear | N3 |
| In mind those efforts of her lovely life | U |
| Which saved her husband s soul and proved that while | D2 |
| A man who sins can entertain remorse | X2 |
| He is not wholly lost If such as they | C3 |
| But follow her they may be sure of this | X2 |
| That Love that sweet authentic messenger | M3 |
| From God can never fail while there is left | E3 |
| Within the fallen one a single pulse | X2 |
| Of what the angels call humanity | Q3 |
Henry Kendall
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