In Memory Of Edward Butler Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDFDGDGHIHI DFDFJDJD KDKDDDDD LMLMNOPO QJQJDGDG RLRLSTST DHDHUVUV DPDPFDFD DDDDWXWX MYMYZA2ZA2A voice of grave deep emphasis | A |
Is in the woods to night | B |
No sound of radiant day is this | C |
No cadence of the light | B |
Here in the fall and flights of leaves | D |
Against grey widths of sea | E |
The spirit of the forests grieves | D |
For lost Persephone | F |
The fair divinity that roves | D |
Where many waters sing | G |
Doth miss her daughter of the groves | D |
The golden headed Spring | G |
She cannot find the shining hand | H |
That once the rose caressed | I |
There is no blossom on the land | H |
No bird in last year s nest | I |
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Here where this strange Demeter weeps | D |
This large sad life unseen | F |
Where July s strong wild torrent leaps | D |
The wet hill heads between | F |
I sit and listen to the grief | J |
The high supreme distress | D |
Which sobs above the fallen leaf | J |
Like human tenderness | D |
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Where sighs the sedge and moans the marsh | K |
The hermit plover calls | D |
The voice of straitened streams is harsh | K |
By windy mountain walls | D |
There is no gleam upon the hills | D |
Of last October s wings | D |
The shining lady of the rills | D |
Is with forgotten things | D |
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Now where the land s worn face is grey | L |
And storm is on the wave | M |
What flower is left to bear away | L |
To Edward Butler s grave | M |
What tender rose of song is here | N |
That I may pluck and send | O |
Across the hills and seas austere | P |
To my lamented friend | O |
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There is no blossom left at all | Q |
But this white winter leaf | J |
Whose glad green life is past recall | Q |
Is token of my grief | J |
Where love is tending growths of grace | D |
The first born of the Spring | G |
Perhaps there may be found a place | D |
For my pale offering | G |
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For this heroic Irish heart | R |
We miss so much to day | L |
Whose life was of our lives a part | R |
What words have I to say | L |
Because I know the noble woe | S |
That shrinks beneath the touch | T |
The pain of brothers stricken low | S |
I will not say too much | T |
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But often in the lonely space | D |
When night is on the land | H |
I dream of a departed face | D |
A gracious vanished hand | H |
And when the solemn waters roll | U |
Against the outer steep | V |
I see a great benignant soul | U |
Beside me in my sleep | V |
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Yea while the frost is on the ways | D |
With barren banks austere | P |
The friend I knew in other days | D |
Is often very near | P |
I do not hear a single tone | F |
But where this brother gleams | D |
The elders of the seasons flown | F |
Are with me in my dreams | D |
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The saintly face of Stenhouse turns | D |
His kind old eyes I see | D |
And Pell and Ridley from their urns | D |
Arise and look at me | D |
By Butler s side the lights reveal | W |
The father of his fold | X |
I start from sleep in tears and feel | W |
That I am growing old | X |
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Where Edward Butler sleeps the wave | M |
Is hardly ever heard | Y |
But now the leaves above his grave | M |
By August s songs are stirred | Y |
The slope beyond is green and still | Z |
And in my dreams I dream | A2 |
The hill is like an Irish hill | Z |
Beside an Irish stream | A2 |
Henry Kendall
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