By The Fireside : King Witlaf's Drinking-horn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBB CDED FGBG HBCB IJBJ BKLK BEKE BBBB KDLD KEBWitlaf a king of the Saxons | A |
Ere yet his last he breathed | B |
To the merry monks of Croyland | B |
His drinking horn bequeathed | B |
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That whenever they sat at their revels | C |
And drank from the golden bowl | D |
They might remember the donor | E |
And breathe a prayer for his soul | D |
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So sat they once at Christmas | F |
And bade the goblet pass | G |
In their beards the red wine glistened | B |
Like dew drops in the grass | G |
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They drank to the soul of Witlaf | H |
They drank to Christ the Lord | B |
And to each of the Twelve Apostles | C |
Who had preached his holy word | B |
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They drank to the Saints and Martyrs | I |
Of the dismal days of yore | J |
And as soon as the horn was empty | B |
They remembered one Saint more | J |
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And the reader droned from the pulpit | B |
Like the murmur of many bees | K |
The legend of good Saint Guthlac | L |
And Saint Basil's homilies | K |
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Till the great bells of the convent | B |
From their prison in the tower | E |
Guthlac and Bartholomaeus | K |
Proclaimed the midnight hour | E |
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And the Yule log cracked in the chimney | B |
And the Abbot bowed his head | B |
And the flamelets flapped and flickered | B |
But the Abbot was stark and dead | B |
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Yet still in his pallid fingers | K |
He clutched the golden bowl | D |
In which like a pearl dissolving | L |
Had sunk and dissolved his soul | D |
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But not for this their revels | K |
The jovial monks forbore | E |
For they cried 'Fill high the goblet | B |
We must drink to one Saint more ' | - |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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