In Memoriam -- A. L. Gordon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDAEFGHIJKDLHM NOAPQHRSTUVW XBYZA2B2ZC2ZD2 E2MF2ZB2G2FH2SI2ZJ2J 2 K2J2J2L2J2

At rest Hard by the margin of that seaA
Whose sounds are mingled with his noble verseB
Now lies the shell that never more will houseC
The fine strong spirit of my gifted friendD
Yea he who flashed upon us suddenlyA
A shining soul with syllables of fireE
Who sang the first great songs these lands can claimF
To be their own the one who did not seemG
To know what royal place awaited himH
Within the Temple of the BeautifulI
Has passed away and we who knew him sitJ
Aghast in darkness dumb with that great griefK
Whose stature yet we cannot comprehendD
While over yonder churchyard hearsed with pinesL
The night wind sings its immemorial hymnH
And sobs above a newly covered graveM
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The bard the scholar and the man who livedN
That frank that open hearted life which keepsO
The splendid fire of English chivalryA
From dying out the one who never wrongedP
A fellow man the faithful friend who judgedQ
The many anxious to be loved of himH
By what he saw and not by what he heardR
As lesser spirits do the brave great soulS
That never told a lie or turned asideT
To fly from danger he I say was oneU
Of that bright company this sin stained worldV
Can ill afford to loseW
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They did not knowX
The hundreds who had read his sturdy verseB
And revelled over ringing major notesY
The mournful meaning of the undersongZ
Which runs through all he wrote and often takesA2
The deep autumnal half prophetic toneB2
Of forest winds in March nor did they thinkZ
That on that healthy hearted man there layC2
The wild specific curse which seems to clingZ
For ever to the Poet's twofold lifeD2
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To Adam Lindsay Gordon I who laidE2
Two years ago on Lionel Michael's graveM
A tender leaf of my regard yea IF2
Who culled a garland from the flowers of songZ
To place where Harpur sleeps I left aloneB2
The sad disciple of a shining bandG2
Now gone to Adam Lindsay Gordon's nameF
I dedicate these lines and if 'tis trueH2
That past the darkness of the grave the soulS
Becomes omniscient then the bard may stoopI2
From his high seat to take the offeringZ
And read it with a sigh for human friendsJ2
In human bonds and gray with human griefsJ2
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And having wove and proffered this poor wreathK2
I stand to day as lone as he who sawJ2
At nightfall through the glimmering moony mistsJ2
The last of Arthur on the wailing mereL2
And strained in vain to hear the going voiceJ2

Henry Kendall



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