The Sicilian's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE MONK OF CASAL MAGGIORE	A
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Once on a time some centuries ago	B
In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friars	C
Wended their weary way with footsteps slow	B
Back to their convent whose white walls and spires	D
Gleamed on the hillside like a patch of snow	B
Covered with dust they were and torn by briers	D
And bore like sumpter mules upon their backs	D
The badge of poverty their beggar's sacks	D
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The first was Brother Anthony a spare	A
And silent man with pallid cheeks and thin	E
Much given to vigils penance fasting prayer	A
Solemn and gray and worn with discipline	F
As if his body but white ashes were	A
Heaped on the living coals that glowed within	E
A simple monk like many of his day	G
Whose instinct was to listen and obey	G
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A different man was Brother Timothy	H
Of larger mould and of a coarser paste	I
A rubicund and stalwart monk was he	H
Broad in the shoulders broader in the waist	I
Who often filled the dull refectory	A
With noise by which the convent was disgraced	I
But to the mass book gave but little heed	J
By reason he had never learned to read	K
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Now as they passed the outskirts of a wood	L
They saw with mingled pleasure and surprise	D
Fast tethered to a tree an ass that stood	L
Lazily winking his large limpid eyes	D
The farmer Gilbert of that neighborhood	L
His owner was who looking for supplies	D
Of fagots deeper in the wood had strayed	M
Leaving his beast to ponder in the shade	M
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As soon as Brother Timothy espied	M
The patient animal he said Good lack	N
Thus for our needs doth Providence provide	M
We'll lay our wallets on the creature's back	N
This being done he leisurely untied	M
From head and neck the halter of the jack	N
And put it round his own and to the tree	A
Stood tethered fast as if the ass were he	A
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And bursting forth into a merry laugh	O
He cried to Brother Anthony Away	G
And drive the ass before you with your staff	O
And when you reach the convent you may say	G
You left me at a farm half tired and half	O
Ill with a fever for a night and day	G
And that the farmer lent this ass to bear	A
Our wallets that are heavy with good fare	A
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Now Brother Anthony who knew the pranks	D
Of Brother Timothy would not persuade	M
Or reason with him on his quirks and cranks	D
But being obedient silently obeyed	M
And smiting with his staff the ass's flanks	D
Drove him before him over hill and glade	M
Safe with his provend to the convent gate	M
Leaving poor Brother Timothy to his fate	M
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Then Gilbert laden with fagots for his fire	A
Forth issued from the wood and stood aghast	M
To see the ponderous body of the friar	A
Standing where he had left his donkey last	M
Trembling he stood and dared not venture nigher	A
But stared and gaped and crossed himself full fast	M
For being credulous and of little wit	M
He thought it was some demon from the pit	M
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While speechless and bewildered thus he gazed	M
And dropped his load of fagots on the ground	M
Quoth Brother Timothy Be not amazed	M
That where you left a donkey should be found	M
A poor Franciscan friar half starved and crazed	M
Standing demure and with a halter bound	M
But set me free and hear the piteous story	A
Of Brother Timothy of Casal Maggiore	A
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I am a sinful man although you see	A
I wear the consecrated cowl and cape	P
You never owned an ass but you owned me	A
Changed and transformed from my own natural shape	P
All for the deadly sin of gluttony	A
From which I could not otherwise escape	P
Than by this penance dieting on grass	D
And being worked and beaten as an ass	D
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Think of the ignominy I endured	M
Think of the miserable life I led	M
The toil and blows to which I was inured	M
My wretched lodging in a windy shed	M
My scanty fare so grudgingly procured	M
The damp and musty straw that formed my bed	M
But having done this penance for my sins	D
My life as man and monk again begins	D
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The simple Gilbert hearing words like these	D
Was conscience stricken and fell down apace	D
Before the friar upon his bended knees	D
And with a suppliant voice implored his grace	D
And the good monk now very much at ease	D
Granted him pardon with a smiling face	D
Nor could refuse to be that night his guest	M
It being late and he in need of rest	M
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Upon a hillside where the olive thrives	D
With figures painted on its white washed walls	D
The cottage stood and near the humming hives	D
Made murmurs as of far off waterfalls	D
A place where those who love secluded lives	D
Might live content and free from noise and brawls	D
Like Claudian's Old Man of Verona here	A
Measure by fruits the slow revolving year	A
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And coming to this cottage of content	M
They found his children and the buxom wench	Q
His wife Dame Cicely and his father bent	M
With years and labor seated on a bench	Q
Repeating over some obscure event	M
In the old wars of Milanese and French	Q
All welcomed the Franciscan with a sense	D
Of sacred awe and humble reverence	D
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When Gilbert told them what had come to pass	D
How beyond question cavil or surmise	D
Good Brother Timothy had been their ass	D
You should have seen the wonder in their eyes	D
You should have heard them cry Alas alas	D
Have heard their lamentations and their sighs	D
For all believed the story and began	R
To see a saint in this afflicted man	R
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Forthwith there was prepared a grand repast	M
To satisfy the craving of the friar	A
After so rigid and prolonged a fast	M
The bustling housewife stirred the kitchen fire	A
Then her two barnyard fowls her best and last	M
Were put to death at her express desire	A
And served up with a salad in a bowl	S
And flasks of country wine to crown the whole	S
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It would not be believed should I repeat	M
How hungry Brother Timothy appeared	M
It was a pleasure but to see him eat	M
His white teeth flashing through his russet beard	M
His face aglow and flushed with wine and meat	M
His roguish eyes that rolled and laughed and leered	M
Lord how he drank the blood red country wine	T
As if the village vintage were divine	T
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And all the while he talked without surcease	D
And told his merry tales with jovial glee	A
That never flagged but rather did increase	D
And laughed aloud as if insane were he	A
And wagged his red beard matted like a fleece	D
And cast such glances at Dame Cicely	A
That Gilbert now grew angry with his guest	M
And thus in words his rising wrath expressed	M
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Good father said he easily we see	A
How needful in some persons and how right	M
Mortification of the flesh may be	A
The indulgence you have given it to night	M
After long penance clearly proves to me	A
Your strength against temptation is but slight	M
And shows the dreadful peril you are in	E
Of a relapse into your deadly sin	E
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To morrow morning with the rising sun	F
Go back unto your convent nor refrain	U
From fasting and from scourging for you run	F
Great danger to become an ass again	V
Since monkish flesh and asinine are one	F
Therefore be wise nor longer here remain	U
Unless you wish the scourge should be applied	M
By other hands that will not spare your hide	M
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When this the monk had heard his color fled	M
And then returned like lightning in the air	A
Till he was all one blush from foot to head	M
And even the bald spot in his russet hair	A
Turned from its usual pallor to bright red	M
The old man was asleep upon his chair	A
Then all retired and sank into the deep	W
And helpless imbecility of sleep	W
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They slept until the dawn of day drew near	A
Till the cock should have crowed but did not crow	A
For they had slain the shining chanticleer	A
And eaten him for supper as you know	A
The monk was up betimes and of good cheer	A
And having breakfasted made haste to go	A
As if he heard the distant matin bell	X
And had but little time to say farewell	X
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Fresh was the morning as the breath of kine	A
Odors of herbs commingled with the sweet	M
Balsamic exhalations of the pine	A
A haze was in the air presaging heat	M
Uprose the sun above the Apennine	A
And all the misty valleys at its feet	M
Were full of the delirious song of birds	D
Voices of men and bells and low of herds	D
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All this to Brother Timothy was naught	M
He did not care for scenery nor here	A
His busy fancy found the thing it sought	M
But when he saw the convent walls appear	A
And smoke from kitchen chimneys upward caught	M
And whirled aloft into the atmosphere	A
He quickened his slow footsteps like a beast	M
That scents the stable a league off at least	M
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And as he entered though the convent gate	M
He saw there in the court the ass who stood	M
Twirling his ears about and seemed to wait	M
Just as he found him waiting in the wood	M
And told the Prior that to alleviate	M
The daily labors of the brotherhood	M
The owner being a man of means and thrift	M
Bestowed him on the convent as a gift	M
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And thereupon the Prior for many days	D
Revolved this serious matter in his mind	M
And turned it over many different ways	D
Hoping that some safe issue he might find	M
But stood in fear of what the world would say	D
If he accepted presents of this kind	M
Employing beasts of burden for the packs	D
That lazy monks should carry on their backs	D
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Then to avoid all scandal of the sort	M
And stop the mouth of cavil he decreed	M
That he would cut the tedious matter short	M
And sell the ass with all convenient speed	M
Thus saving the expense of his support	M
And hoarding something for a time of need	M
So he despatched him to the neighboring Fair	A
And freed himself from cumber and from care	A
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It happened now by chance as some might say	D
Others perhaps would call it destiny	A
Gilbert was at the Fair and heard a bray	D
And nearer came and saw that it was he	A
And whispered in his ear Ah lackaday	M
Good father the rebellious flesh I see	A
Has changed you back into an ass again	A
And all my admonitions were in vain	A
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The ass who felt this breathing in his ear	A
Did not turn round to look but shook his head	M
As if he were not pleased these words to hear	A
And contradicted all that had been said	M
And this made Gilbert cry in voice more clear	A
I know you well your hair is russet red	M
Do not deny it for you are the same	Y
Franciscan friar and Timothy by name	Y
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The ass though now the secret had come out	M
Was obstinate and shook his head again	A
Until a crowd was gathered round about	M
To hear this dialogue between the twain	A
And raised their voices in a noisy shout	M
When Gilbert tried to make the matter plain	A
And flouted him and mocked him all day long	Z
With laughter and with jibes and scraps of song	Z
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If this be Brother Timothy they cried	M
Buy him and feed him on the tenderest grass	D
Thou canst not do too much for one so tried	M
As to be twice transformed into an ass	D
So simple Gilbert bought him and untied	M
His halter and o'er mountain and morass	D
He led him homeward talking as he went	M
Of good behavior and a mind content	M
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The children saw them coming and advanced	M
Shouting with joy and hung about his neck	A2
Not Gilbert's but the ass's round him danced	M
And wove green garlands where withal to deck	A2
His sacred person for again it chanced	M
Their childish feelings without rein or check	A2
Could not discriminate in any way	D
A donkey from a friar of Orders Gray	D
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O Brother Timothy the children said	M
You have come back to us just as before	A
We were afraid and thought that you were dead	M
And we should never see you any more	A
And then they kissed the white star on his head	M
That like a birth mark or a badge he wore	A
And patted him upon the neck and face	D
And said a thousand things with childish grace	D
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Thenceforward and forever he was known	A
As Brother Timothy and led alway	D
A life of luxury till he had grown	A
Ungrateful being stuffed with corn and hay	D
And very vicious Then in angry tone	A
Rousing himself poor Gilbert said one day	D
When simple kindness is misunderstood	M
A little flagellation may do good	M
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His many vices need not here be told	M
Among them was a habit that he had	M
Of flinging up his heels at young and old	M
Breaking his halter running off like mad	M
O'er pasture lands and meadow wood and wold	M
And other misdemeanors quite as bad	M
But worst of all was breaking from his shed	M
At night and ravaging the cabbage bed	M
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So Brother Timothy went back once more	A
To his old life of labor and distress	D
Was beaten worse than he had been before	A
And now instead of comfort and caress	D
Came labors manifold and trials sore	A
And as his toils increased his food grew less	D
Until at last the great consoler Death	B2
Ended his many sufferings with his breath	B2
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Great was the lamentation when he died	M
And mainly that he died impenitent	M
Dame Cicely bewailed the children cried	M
The old man still remembered the event	M
In the French war and Gilbert magnified	M
His many virtues as he came and went	M
And said Heaven pardon Brother Timothy	A
And keep us from the sin of gluttony	A
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INTERLUDE	M
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Signor Luigi said the Jew	C2
When the Sicilian's tale was told	M
The were wolf is a legend old	M
But the were ass is something new	C2
And yet for one I think it true	C2
The days of wonder have not ceased	M
If there are beasts in forms of men	A
As sure it happens now and then	A
Why may not man become a beast	M
In way of punishment at least	M
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But this I will not now discuss	D
I leave the theme that we may thus	D
Remain within the realm of song	Z
The story that I told before	A
Though not acceptable to all	D2
At least you did not find too long	Z
I beg you let me try again	A
With something in a different vein	A
Before you bid the curtain fall	D2
Meanwhile keep watch upon the door	A
Nor let the Landlord leave his chair	A
Lest he should vanish into air	A
And thus elude our search once more	A
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Thus saying from his lips he blew	C2
A little cloud of perfumed breath	B2
And then as if it were a clew	C2
To lead his footsteps safely through	C2
Began his tale as followeth	B2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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