In Memoriam - Nicol Drysdale Stenhouse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACAC DEDF GHGH IAJA AKAK LMLM NAOA PQRQ ASAS TUTU IVIV

SHALL he on whom the fair lord DelphicusA
Turned gracious eyes and countenance of shineB
Be left to lie without a wreath from usA
To sleep without a flower upon his shrineB
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Shall he the son of that resplendent MuseA
Who gleams high priestess of sweet scholarshipC
Still slumber on and every bard refuseA
To touch a harp or move a tuneful lipC
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No let us speak though feeble be our speechD
And let us sing though faltering be our strainE
And haply echoes of the song may reachD
And please the soul we cannot see againF
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We sing the beautiful the radiant lifeG
That shone amongst us like the quiet moonH
A fine exception in this sphere of strifeG
Whose time went by us like a hallowed tuneH
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Yon tomb whereon the moonlit grasses sighI
Hides from our view the shell of one whose daysA
Were set throughout to that grand harmonyJ
Which fills all minor spirits with amazeA
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This was the man whose dear lost face appearsA
To rise betimes like some sweet evening dreamK
And holy memories of faultless yearsA
And touching hours of quietness supremeK
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He having learned in full the golden ruleL
Which guides great lives stood fairly by the sameM
Unruffled as the Oriental poolL
Before the bright disturbing angel cameM
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In Learning s halls he walked a leading lordN
He trod the sacred temple s inner floorsA
But kindness beamed in every look and wordO
He gave the humblest Levite at the doorsA
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When scholars poor and bowed beneath the banP
Which clings as fire were like to faint and fallQ
This was the gentle good SamaritanR
Who stopped and held a helping hand to allQ
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No term that savoured of unfriendlinessA
No censure through those pure lips ever passedS
He saw the erring spirit s keen distressA
And hoped for it long suffering to the lastS
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Moreover in these days when Faith grows faintT
And Heaven seems blurred by speculation wildU
He blameless as a mediaeval saintT
Had all the trust which sanctifies a childU
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But now he sleeps and as the years go byI
We ll often pause above his sacred dustV
And think how grand a thing it is to dieI
The noble death which deifies the justV

Henry Kendall



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