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

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EMMA AND EGINHARDA
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When Alcuin taught the sons of CharlemagneB
In the free schools of Aix how kings should reignB
And with them taught the children of the poorC
How subjects should be patient and endureD
He touched the lips of some as best befitA
With honey from the hives of Holy WritA
Others intoxicated with the wineE
Of ancient history sweet but less divineE
Some with the wholesome fruits of grammar fedA
Others with mysteries of the stars o'er headA
That hang suspended in the vaulted skyF
Like lamps in some fair palace vast and highF
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In sooth it was a pleasant sight to seeG
That Saxon monk with hood and rosaryG
With inkhorn at his belt and pen and bookH
And mingled lore and reverence in his lookH
Or hear the cloister and the court repeatA
The measured footfalls of his sandaled feetA
Or watch him with the pupils of his schoolI
Gentle of speech but absolute of ruleI
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Among them always earliest in his placeJ
Was Eginhard a youth of Frankish raceJ
Whose face was bright with flashes that forerunE
The splendors of a yet unrisen sunE
To him all things were possible and seemedA
Not what he had accomplished but had dreamedA
And what were tasks to others were his playK
The pastime of an idle holidayK
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Smaragdo Abbot of St Michael's saidA
With many a shrug and shaking of the headA
Surely some demon must possess the ladA
Who showed more wit than ever schoolboy hadA
And learned his Trivium thus without the rodA
But Alcuin said it was the grace of GodA
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Thus he grew up in Logic point deviceL
Perfect in Grammar and in Rhetoric niceL
Science of Numbers Geometric artA
And lore of Stars and Music knew by heartA
A Minnesinger long before the timesM
Of those who sang their love in Suabian rhymesM
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The Emperor when he heard this good reportA
Of Eginhard much buzzed about the courtA
Said to himself This stripling seems to beG
Purposely sent into the world for meG
He shall become my scribe and shall be schooledA
In all the arts whereby the world is ruledA
Thus did the gentle Eginhard attainE
To honor in the court of CharlemagneE
Became the sovereign's favorite his right handA
So that his fame was great in all the landA
And all men loved him for his modest graceJ
And comeliness of figure and of faceJ
An inmate of the palace yet recluseN
A man of books yet sacred from abuseN
Among the armed knights with spur on heelO
The tramp of horses and the clang of steelO
And as the Emperor promised he was schooledA
In all the arts by which the world is ruledA
But the one art supreme whose law is fateA
The Emperor never dreamed of till too lateA
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Home from her convent to the palace cameP
The lovely Princess Emma whose sweet nameP
Whispered by seneschal or sung by bardA
Had often touched the soul of EginhardA
He saw her from his window as in stateA
She came by knights attended through the gateA
He saw her at the banquet of that dayA
Fresh as the morn and beautiful as MayA
He saw her in the garden as she strayedA
Among the flowers of summer with her maidA
And said to him O Eginhard discloseQ
The meaning and the mystery of the roseQ
And trembling he made answer In good soothR
Its mystery is love its meaning youthR
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How can I tell the signals and the signsS
By which one heart another heart divinesS
How can I tell the many thousand waysS
By which it keeps the secret it betraysS
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O mystery of love O strange romanceS
Among the Peers and Paladins of FranceS
Shining in steel and prancing on gay steedsS
Noble by birth yet nobler by great deedsS
The Princess Emma had no words nor looksS
But for this clerk this man of thought and booksS
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The summer passed the autumn came the stalksS
Of lilies blackened in the garden walksS
The leaves fell russet golden and blood redA
Love letters thought the poet fancy ledA
Or Jove descending in a shower of goldA
Into the lap of Danae of oldA
For poets cherish many a strange conceitA
And love transmutes all nature by its heatA
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No more the garden lessons nor the darkT
And hurried meetings in the twilight parkT
But now the studious lamp and the delightsS
Of firesides in the silent winter nightsS
And watching from his window hour by hourU
The light that burned in Princess Emma's towerU
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At length one night while musing by the fireU
O'ercome at last by his insane desireU
For what will reckless love not do and dareV
He crossed the court and climbed the winding stairV
With some feigned message in the Emperor's nameP
But when he to the lady's presence cameP
He knelt down at her feet until she laidA
Her hand upon him like a naked bladeA
And whispered in his ear Arise Sir KnightA
To my heart's level O my heart's delightA
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And there he lingered till the crowing cockW
The Alectryon of the farmyard and the flockW
Sang his aubade with lusty voice and clearX
To tell the sleeping world that dawn was nearX
And then they parted but at parting loY
They saw the palace courtyard white with snowY
And placid as a nun the moon on highF
Gazing from cloudy cloisters of the skyF
Alas he said how hide the fatal lineE
Of footprints leading from thy door to mineE
And none returning Ah he little knewE
What woman's wit when put to proof can doE
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That night the Emperor sleepless with the caresS
And troubles that attend on state affairsS
Had risen before the dawn and musing gazedA
Into the silent night as one amazedA
To see the calm that reigned o'er all supremeZ
When his own reign was but a troubled dreamZ
The moon lit up the gables capped with snowY
And the white roofs and half the court belowY
And he beheld a form that seemed to cowerU
Beneath a burden come from Emma's towerU
A woman who upon her shoulders boreA2
Clerk Eginhard to his own private doorA2
And then returned in haste but still essayedA
To tread the footprints she herself had madeA
And as she passed across the lighted spaceS
The Emperor saw his daughter Emma's faceS
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He started not he did not speak or moanE
But seemed as one who hath been turned to stoneE
And stood there like a statue nor awokeB2
Out of his trance of pain till morning brokeB2
Till the stars faded and the moon went downE
And o'er the towers and steeples of the townE
Came the gray daylight then the sun who tookH
The empire of the world with sovereign lookH
Suffusing with a soft and golden glowY
All the dead landscape in its shroud of snowY
Touching with flame the tapering chapel spiresS
Windows and roofs and smoke of household firesS
And kindling park and palace as he cameP
The stork's nest on the chimney seemed in flameP
And thus he stood till Eginhard appearedA
Demure and modest with his comely beardA
And flowing flaxen tresses come to askC2
As was his wont the day's appointed taskC2
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The Emperor looked upon him with a smileD2
And gently said My son wait yet awhileD2
This hour my council meets upon some greatA
And very urgent business of the stateA
Come back within the hour On thy returnE
The work appointed for thee shalt thou learnE
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Having dismissed this gallant TroubadourA2
He summoned straight his council and secureD
And steadfast in his purpose from the throneE
All the adventure of the night made knownE
Then asked for sentence and with eager breathR
Some answered banishment and others deathR
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Then spake the king Your sentence is not mineE
Life is the gift of God and is divineE
Nor from these palace walls shall one departA
Who carries such a secret in his heartA
My better judgment points another wayA
Good Alcuin I remember how one dayA
When my Pepino asked you 'What are men '-
You wrote upon his tablets with your penE
'Guests of the grave and travellers that pass '-
This being true of all men we alasS
Being all fashioned of the selfsame dustA
Let us be merciful as well as justA
This passing traveller who hath stolen awayA
The brightest jewel of my crown to dayA
Shall of himself the precious gem restoreA2
By giving it I make it mine once moreA2
Over those fatal footprints I will throwY
My ermine mantle like another snowY
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Then Eginhard was summoned to the hallE2
And entered and in presence of them allE2
The Emperor said My son for thou to meG
Hast been a son and evermore shalt beG
Long hast thou served thy sovereign and thy zealO
Pleads to me with importunate appealO
While I have been forgetful to requiteA
Thy service and affection as was rightA
But now the hour is come when I thy LordA
Will crown thy love with such supreme rewardA
A gift so precious kings have striven in vainE
To win it from the hands of CharlemagneE
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Then sprang the portals of the chamber wideA
And Princess Emma entered in the prideA
Of birth and beauty that in part o'er cameP
The conscious terror and the blush of shameP
And the good Emperor rose up from his throneE
And taking her white hand within his ownE
Placed it in Eginhard's and said My sonE
This is the gift thy constant zeal hath wonE
Thus I repay the royal debt I oweY
And cover up the footprints in the snowY
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INTERLUDEA
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Thus ran the Student's pleasant rhymeF2
Of Eginhard and love and youthR
Some doubted its historic truthR
But while they doubted ne'erthelessS
Saw in it gleams of truthfulnessS
And thanked the Monk of LauresheimF2
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This they discussed in various moodA
Then in the silence that ensuedA
Was heard a sharp and sudden soundA
As of a bowstring snapped in airV
And the Musician with a boundA
Sprang up in terror from his chairV
And for a moment listening stoodA
Then strode across the room and foundA
His dear his darling violinE
Still lying safe asleep withinE
Its little cradle like a childA
That gives a sudden cry of painE
And wakes to fall asleep againE
And as he looked at it and smiledA
By the uncertain light beguiledA
Despair two strings were broken in twainE
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While all lamented and made moanE
With many a sympathetic wordA
As if the loss had been their ownE
Deeming the tones they might have heardA
Sweeter than they had heard beforeA2
They saw the Landlord at the doorA2
The missing man the portly SquireG2
He had not entered but he stoodA
With both arms full of seasoned woodA
To feed the much devouring fireU
That like a lion in a cageH2
Lashed its long tail and roared with rageH2
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The missing man Ah yes they saidA
Missing but whither had he fledA
Where had he hidden himself awayA
No farther than the barn or shedA
He had not hidden himself nor fledA
How should he pass the rainy dayA
But in his barn with hens and hayA
Or mending harness cart or sledA
Now having come he needs must stayA
And tell his tale as well as theyA
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The Landlord answered only TheseS
Are logs from the dead apple treesS
Of the old orchard planted hereI2
By the first Howe of SudburyG
Nor oak nor maple has so clearX
A flame or burns so quietlyG
Or leaves an ash so clean and whiteA
Thinking by this to put asideA
The impending tale that terrifiedA
When suddenly to his delightA
The Theologian interposedA
Saying that when the door was closedA
And they had stopped that draft of coldA
Unpleasant night air he proposedA
To tell a tale world wide apartA
From that the Student had just toldA
World wide apart and yet akinE
As showing that the human heartA
Beats on forever as of oldA
As well beneath the snow white foldA
Of Quaker kerchief as withinE
Sendal or silk or cloth of goldA
And without preface would beginE
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And then the clamorous clock struck eightA
Deliberate with sonorous chimeF2
Slow measuring out the march of timeF2
Like some grave Consul of old RomeF2
In Jupiter's temple driving homeF2
The nails that marked the year and dateA
Thus interrupted in his rhymeF2
The Theologian needs must waitA
But quoted Horace where he singsS
The dire Necessity of thingsS
That drives into the roofs sublimeF2
Of new built houses of the greatA
The adamantine nails of FateA
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When ceased the little carillonE
To herald from its wooden towerU
The important transit of the hourU
The Theologian hastened onE
Content to be all owed at lastA
To sing his Idyl of the PastA

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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