In Memoriam - Nicol Drysdale Stenhouse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACAC DEDF GHGH IAJA AKAK LMLM NAOA PQRQ ASAS TUTU IVIVSHALL he on whom the fair lord Delphicus | A |
Turned gracious eyes and countenance of shine | B |
Be left to lie without a wreath from us | A |
To sleep without a flower upon his shrine | B |
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Shall he the son of that resplendent Muse | A |
Who gleams high priestess of sweet scholarship | C |
Still slumber on and every bard refuse | A |
To touch a harp or move a tuneful lip | C |
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No let us speak though feeble be our speech | D |
And let us sing though faltering be our strain | E |
And haply echoes of the song may reach | D |
And please the soul we cannot see again | F |
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We sing the beautiful the radiant life | G |
That shone amongst us like the quiet moon | H |
A fine exception in this sphere of strife | G |
Whose time went by us like a hallowed tune | H |
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Yon tomb whereon the moonlit grasses sigh | I |
Hides from our view the shell of one whose days | A |
Were set throughout to that grand harmony | J |
Which fills all minor spirits with amaze | A |
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This was the man whose dear lost face appears | A |
To rise betimes like some sweet evening dream | K |
And holy memories of faultless years | A |
And touching hours of quietness supreme | K |
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He having learned in full the golden rule | L |
Which guides great lives stood fairly by the same | M |
Unruffled as the Oriental pool | L |
Before the bright disturbing angel came | M |
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In Learning s halls he walked a leading lord | N |
He trod the sacred temple s inner floors | A |
But kindness beamed in every look and word | O |
He gave the humblest Levite at the doors | A |
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When scholars poor and bowed beneath the ban | P |
Which clings as fire were like to faint and fall | Q |
This was the gentle good Samaritan | R |
Who stopped and held a helping hand to all | Q |
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No term that savoured of unfriendliness | A |
No censure through those pure lips ever passed | S |
He saw the erring spirit s keen distress | A |
And hoped for it long suffering to the last | S |
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Moreover in these days when Faith grows faint | T |
And Heaven seems blurred by speculation wild | U |
He blameless as a mediaeval saint | T |
Had all the trust which sanctifies a child | U |
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But now he sleeps and as the years go by | I |
We ll often pause above his sacred dust | V |
And think how grand a thing it is to die | I |
The noble death which deifies the just | V |
Henry Kendall
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