The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Prince Henry God's blessing on the architects who buildA
The bridges o'er swift rivers and abyssesB
Before impassable to human feetC
No less than on the builders of cathedralsB
Whose massive walls are bridges thrown acrossB
The dark and terrible abyss of DeathD
Well has the name of Pontifex been givenE
Unto the Church's head as the chief builderF
And architect of the invisible bridgeG
That leads from earth to heavenE
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Elsie How dark it growsB
What are these paintings on the walls around usB
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Prince Henry The Dance MacaberF
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Elsie WhatH
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Prince Henry The Dance of DeathD
All that go to and fro must look upon itI
Mindful of what they shall be while beneathJ
Among the wooden piles the turbulent riverF
Rushes impetuous as the river of lifeK
With dimpling eddies ever green and brightL
Save where the shadow of this bridge falls on itI
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Elsie O yes I see it nowM
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Prince Henry The grim musicianE
Leads all men through the mazes of that danceB
To different sounds in different measures movingN
Sometimes he plays a lute sometimes a drumO
To tempt or terrifyP
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Elsie What is this pictureF
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Prince Henry It is a young man singing to a nunE
Who kneels at her devotions but in kneelingN
Turns round to look at him and Death meanwhileQ
Is putting out the candles on the altarF
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Elsie Ah what a pity 't is that she should listenE
to such songs when in her orisonsB
She might have heard in heaven the angels singingN
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Prince Henry Here he has stolen a jester's cap and bellsB
And dances with the QueenR
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Elsie A foolish jestS
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Prince Henry And here the heart of the new wedded wifeK
Coming from church with her beloved lordT
He startles with the rattle of his drumO
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Elsie Ah that is sad And yet perhaps 't is bestS
That she should die with all the sunshine on herF
And all the benedictions of the morningN
Before this affluence of golden lightL
Shall fade into a cold and clouded grayF
Then into darknessB
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Prince Henry Under it is writtenE
'Nothing but death shall separate thee and me '-
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Elsie And what is this that follows close upon itI
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Prince Henry Death playing on a ducimer Behind himU
A poor old woman with a rosaryF
Follows the sound and seems to wish her feetC
Were swifter to o'ertake him UnderneathJ
The inscription reads 'Better is Death than Life '-
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Elsie Better is Death than Life Ah yes to thousandsB
Death plays upon a dulcimer and singsB
That song of consolation till the airF
Rings with it and they cannot choose but followV
Whither he leads And not the old aloneW
But the young also hear it and are stillX
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Prince Henry Yes in their sadder moments 'T is the soundY
Of their own hearts they hear half full of tearsB
Which are like crystal cups half filled with waterF
Responding to the pressure of a fingerF
With music sweet and low and melancholyF
Let us go forward and no longer stayF
In this great picture gallery of DeathD
I hate it ay the very thought of itI
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Elsie Why is it hateful to youZ
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Prince Henry For the reasonE
That life and all that speaks of life is lovelyF
And death and all that speaks of death is hatefulA2
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Elsie The grave is but a covered bridgeG
leading from light to light through a brief darknessB
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Prince Henry emerging from the bridge I breathe again moreF
freely Ah how pleasantB2
To come once more into the light of dayF
Out of that shadow of death To hear againC2
The hoof beats of our horses on firm groundY
And not upon those hollow planks resoundingN
With a sepulchral echo like the clodsB
On coffins in a churchyard Yonder liesB
The Lake of the Four Forest Towns apparelledY
In light and lingering like a village maidenE
Hid in the bosom of her native mountainsB
Then pouring all her life into another'sB
Changing her name and being OverheadY
Shaking his cloudy tresses loose in airF
Rises Pilatus with his windy pinesB
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They pass onD2
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THE DEVIL'S BRIDGEG
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PRINCE HENRY and ELSIE crossing with attendantsB
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Guide This bridge is called the Devil's BridgeG
With a single arch from ridge to ridgeG
It leaps across the terrible chasmO
Yawning beneath us black and deepE2
As if in some convulsive spasmO
the summits of the hills had crackedY
and made a road for the cataractY
That raves and rages down the steepE2
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Lucifer under the bridge Ha haF2
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Guide Never any bridge but thisB
Could stand across the wild abyssB
All the rest of wood or stoneW
By the Devil's hand were overthrownW
He toppled crags from the precipiceB
And whatsoe'er was built by dayY
In the night was swept awayY
None could stand but this aloneW
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Lucifer under the bridge Ha haF2
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Guide I showed you in the valley a boulderF
Marked with the imprint of his shoulderF
As he was bearing it up this wayY
A peasant passing cried 'Herr Je '-
And the Devil dropped it in his frightY
And vanished suddenly out of sightY
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Lucifer under the bridge Ha haF2
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Guide Abbot Giraldus of EinsiedelA2
For pilgrims on their way to RomeG2
Built this at last with a single archH2
Under which on its endless marchH2
Runs the river white with foamG2
Like a thread through the eye of a needleA2
And the Devil promised to let it standY
Under compact and conditionE
That the first living thing which crossedY
Should be surrendered into his handY
And be beyond redemption lostY
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Lucifer under the bridge Ha ha perditionE
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Guide At length the bridge being all completedY
The Abbot standing at its headY
Threw across it a loaf of breadY
Which a hungry dog sprang afterF
And the rocks reechoed with peals of laughterF
To see the Devil thus defeatedY
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They pass onE
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Lucifer under the bridge Ha ha defeatedY
For journeys and for crimes like thisB
To let the bridge stand o'er the abyssB
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THE ST GOTHARD PASSB
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Prince Henry This is the highest point Two ways the riversB
Leap down to different seas and as they rollA2
Grow deep and still and their majestic presenceB
Becomes a benefaction to the townsB
They visit wandering silently among themI2
Like patriarchs old among their shining tentsB
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Elsie How bleak and bare it is Nothing but mossesB
Grow on these rocksB
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Prince Henry Yet are they not forgottenE
Beneficent Nature sends the mists to feed themI2
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Elsie See yonder little cloud that borne aloftY
So tenderly by the wind floats fast awayY
Over the snowy peaks It seems to meF
The body of St Catherine borne by angelsB
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Prince Henry Thou art St Catherine and invisible angelsB
Bear thee across these chasms and precipicesB
Lest thou shouldst dash thy feet against a stoneE
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Elsie Would I were borne unto my grave as she wasB
Upon angelic shoulders Even nowE
I Seem uplifted by them light as airF
What sound is thatY
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Prince Henry The tumbling avalanchesB
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Elsie How awful yet how beautifulA2
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Prince Henry These areF
The voices of the mountains Thus they opeE2
Their snowy lips and speak unto each otherF
In the primeval language lost to manE
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Elsie What land is this that spreads itself beneath usB
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Prince Henry Italy ItalyF
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Elsie Land of the MadonnaE
How beautiful it is It seems a gardenE
Of ParadiseB
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Prince Henry Nay of GethsemaneE
To thee and me of passion and of prayerF
Yet once of Paradise Long years agoV
I wandered as a youth among its bowersB
And never from my heart has faded quiteY
Its memory that like a summer sunsetY
Encircles with a ring of purple lightY
All the horizon of my youthJ2
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Guide O friendsB
The days are short the way before us longK2
We must not linger if we think to reachL2
The inn at Belinzona before vespersB
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They pass onE
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AT THE FOOT OF THE ALPSB
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A halt under the trees at noonE
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Prince Henry Here let us pause a moment in the tremblingN
Shadow and sunshine of the roadside treesB
And our tired horses in a group assemblingN
Inhale long draughts of this delicious breezeB
Our fleeter steeds have distanced our attendantsB
They lag behind us with a slower paceB
We will await them under the green pendantsB
Of the great w-

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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