The Student's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDAAEEAAFF GGHHAAII JJEEAAKK AAAAAA LLAAMM AAGGAAEEAAJJNNOOAAAA PPAAAAAAAAQQRR SSSS SSSSSS SSAAAAAA TTSSUU UUVVPPAAAA WWXXYYFFEEEE SSAAZZYYUUA2A2AASS EEB2B2EEHHYYSSPPAAC2 C2 D2D2AAEE A2DEERR EEAAAA E SAAAAA2A2YY E2E2GGOOAAAAEE AAPPEEEEYY A F2RRSSF2 AAAVAVAAEEAEEAAE EAEAA2A2G2AAUH2H2 AAAAAAAAAA SSI2GXGAAAAAAAAAAEAA AEAE AF2F2F2F2AF2ASSF2AA EUUEAA| EMMA AND EGINHARD | A |
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| When Alcuin taught the sons of Charlemagne | B |
| In the free schools of Aix how kings should reign | B |
| And with them taught the children of the poor | C |
| How subjects should be patient and endure | D |
| He touched the lips of some as best befit | A |
| With honey from the hives of Holy Writ | A |
| Others intoxicated with the wine | E |
| Of ancient history sweet but less divine | E |
| Some with the wholesome fruits of grammar fed | A |
| Others with mysteries of the stars o'er head | A |
| That hang suspended in the vaulted sky | F |
| Like lamps in some fair palace vast and high | F |
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| In sooth it was a pleasant sight to see | G |
| That Saxon monk with hood and rosary | G |
| With inkhorn at his belt and pen and book | H |
| And mingled lore and reverence in his look | H |
| Or hear the cloister and the court repeat | A |
| The measured footfalls of his sandaled feet | A |
| Or watch him with the pupils of his school | I |
| Gentle of speech but absolute of rule | I |
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| Among them always earliest in his place | J |
| Was Eginhard a youth of Frankish race | J |
| Whose face was bright with flashes that forerun | E |
| The splendors of a yet unrisen sun | E |
| To him all things were possible and seemed | A |
| Not what he had accomplished but had dreamed | A |
| And what were tasks to others were his play | K |
| The pastime of an idle holiday | K |
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| Smaragdo Abbot of St Michael's said | A |
| With many a shrug and shaking of the head | A |
| Surely some demon must possess the lad | A |
| Who showed more wit than ever schoolboy had | A |
| And learned his Trivium thus without the rod | A |
| But Alcuin said it was the grace of God | A |
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| Thus he grew up in Logic point device | L |
| Perfect in Grammar and in Rhetoric nice | L |
| Science of Numbers Geometric art | A |
| And lore of Stars and Music knew by heart | A |
| A Minnesinger long before the times | M |
| Of those who sang their love in Suabian rhymes | M |
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| The Emperor when he heard this good report | A |
| Of Eginhard much buzzed about the court | A |
| Said to himself This stripling seems to be | G |
| Purposely sent into the world for me | G |
| He shall become my scribe and shall be schooled | A |
| In all the arts whereby the world is ruled | A |
| Thus did the gentle Eginhard attain | E |
| To honor in the court of Charlemagne | E |
| Became the sovereign's favorite his right hand | A |
| So that his fame was great in all the land | A |
| And all men loved him for his modest grace | J |
| And comeliness of figure and of face | J |
| An inmate of the palace yet recluse | N |
| A man of books yet sacred from abuse | N |
| Among the armed knights with spur on heel | O |
| The tramp of horses and the clang of steel | O |
| And as the Emperor promised he was schooled | A |
| In all the arts by which the world is ruled | A |
| But the one art supreme whose law is fate | A |
| The Emperor never dreamed of till too late | A |
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| Home from her convent to the palace came | P |
| The lovely Princess Emma whose sweet name | P |
| Whispered by seneschal or sung by bard | A |
| Had often touched the soul of Eginhard | A |
| He saw her from his window as in state | A |
| She came by knights attended through the gate | A |
| He saw her at the banquet of that day | A |
| Fresh as the morn and beautiful as May | A |
| He saw her in the garden as she strayed | A |
| Among the flowers of summer with her maid | A |
| And said to him O Eginhard disclose | Q |
| The meaning and the mystery of the rose | Q |
| And trembling he made answer In good sooth | R |
| Its mystery is love its meaning youth | R |
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| How can I tell the signals and the signs | S |
| By which one heart another heart divines | S |
| How can I tell the many thousand ways | S |
| By which it keeps the secret it betrays | S |
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| O mystery of love O strange romance | S |
| Among the Peers and Paladins of France | S |
| Shining in steel and prancing on gay steeds | S |
| Noble by birth yet nobler by great deeds | S |
| The Princess Emma had no words nor looks | S |
| But for this clerk this man of thought and books | S |
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| The summer passed the autumn came the stalks | S |
| Of lilies blackened in the garden walks | S |
| The leaves fell russet golden and blood red | A |
| Love letters thought the poet fancy led | A |
| Or Jove descending in a shower of gold | A |
| Into the lap of Danae of old | A |
| For poets cherish many a strange conceit | A |
| And love transmutes all nature by its heat | A |
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| No more the garden lessons nor the dark | T |
| And hurried meetings in the twilight park | T |
| But now the studious lamp and the delights | S |
| Of firesides in the silent winter nights | S |
| And watching from his window hour by hour | U |
| The light that burned in Princess Emma's tower | U |
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| At length one night while musing by the fire | U |
| O'ercome at last by his insane desire | U |
| For what will reckless love not do and dare | V |
| He crossed the court and climbed the winding stair | V |
| With some feigned message in the Emperor's name | P |
| But when he to the lady's presence came | P |
| He knelt down at her feet until she laid | A |
| Her hand upon him like a naked blade | A |
| And whispered in his ear Arise Sir Knight | A |
| To my heart's level O my heart's delight | A |
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| And there he lingered till the crowing cock | W |
| The Alectryon of the farmyard and the flock | W |
| Sang his aubade with lusty voice and clear | X |
| To tell the sleeping world that dawn was near | X |
| And then they parted but at parting lo | Y |
| They saw the palace courtyard white with snow | Y |
| And placid as a nun the moon on high | F |
| Gazing from cloudy cloisters of the sky | F |
| Alas he said how hide the fatal line | E |
| Of footprints leading from thy door to mine | E |
| And none returning Ah he little knew | E |
| What woman's wit when put to proof can do | E |
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| That night the Emperor sleepless with the cares | S |
| And troubles that attend on state affairs | S |
| Had risen before the dawn and musing gazed | A |
| Into the silent night as one amazed | A |
| To see the calm that reigned o'er all supreme | Z |
| When his own reign was but a troubled dream | Z |
| The moon lit up the gables capped with snow | Y |
| And the white roofs and half the court below | Y |
| And he beheld a form that seemed to cower | U |
| Beneath a burden come from Emma's tower | U |
| A woman who upon her shoulders bore | A2 |
| Clerk Eginhard to his own private door | A2 |
| And then returned in haste but still essayed | A |
| To tread the footprints she herself had made | A |
| And as she passed across the lighted space | S |
| The Emperor saw his daughter Emma's face | S |
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| He started not he did not speak or moan | E |
| But seemed as one who hath been turned to stone | E |
| And stood there like a statue nor awoke | B2 |
| Out of his trance of pain till morning broke | B2 |
| Till the stars faded and the moon went down | E |
| And o'er the towers and steeples of the town | E |
| Came the gray daylight then the sun who took | H |
| The empire of the world with sovereign look | H |
| Suffusing with a soft and golden glow | Y |
| All the dead landscape in its shroud of snow | Y |
| Touching with flame the tapering chapel spires | S |
| Windows and roofs and smoke of household fires | S |
| And kindling park and palace as he came | P |
| The stork's nest on the chimney seemed in flame | P |
| And thus he stood till Eginhard appeared | A |
| Demure and modest with his comely beard | A |
| And flowing flaxen tresses come to ask | C2 |
| As was his wont the day's appointed task | C2 |
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| The Emperor looked upon him with a smile | D2 |
| And gently said My son wait yet awhile | D2 |
| This hour my council meets upon some great | A |
| And very urgent business of the state | A |
| Come back within the hour On thy return | E |
| The work appointed for thee shalt thou learn | E |
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| Having dismissed this gallant Troubadour | A2 |
| He summoned straight his council and secure | D |
| And steadfast in his purpose from the throne | E |
| All the adventure of the night made known | E |
| Then asked for sentence and with eager breath | R |
| Some answered banishment and others death | R |
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| Then spake the king Your sentence is not mine | E |
| Life is the gift of God and is divine | E |
| Nor from these palace walls shall one depart | A |
| Who carries such a secret in his heart | A |
| My better judgment points another way | A |
| Good Alcuin I remember how one day | A |
| When my Pepino asked you 'What are men ' | - |
| You wrote upon his tablets with your pen | E |
| 'Guests of the grave and travellers that pass ' | - |
| This being true of all men we alas | S |
| Being all fashioned of the selfsame dust | A |
| Let us be merciful as well as just | A |
| This passing traveller who hath stolen away | A |
| The brightest jewel of my crown to day | A |
| Shall of himself the precious gem restore | A2 |
| By giving it I make it mine once more | A2 |
| Over those fatal footprints I will throw | Y |
| My ermine mantle like another snow | Y |
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| Then Eginhard was summoned to the hall | E2 |
| And entered and in presence of them all | E2 |
| The Emperor said My son for thou to me | G |
| Hast been a son and evermore shalt be | G |
| Long hast thou served thy sovereign and thy zeal | O |
| Pleads to me with importunate appeal | O |
| While I have been forgetful to requite | A |
| Thy service and affection as was right | A |
| But now the hour is come when I thy Lord | A |
| Will crown thy love with such supreme reward | A |
| A gift so precious kings have striven in vain | E |
| To win it from the hands of Charlemagne | E |
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| Then sprang the portals of the chamber wide | A |
| And Princess Emma entered in the pride | A |
| Of birth and beauty that in part o'er came | P |
| The conscious terror and the blush of shame | P |
| And the good Emperor rose up from his throne | E |
| And taking her white hand within his own | E |
| Placed it in Eginhard's and said My son | E |
| This is the gift thy constant zeal hath won | E |
| Thus I repay the royal debt I owe | Y |
| And cover up the footprints in the snow | Y |
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| INTERLUDE | A |
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| Thus ran the Student's pleasant rhyme | F2 |
| Of Eginhard and love and youth | R |
| Some doubted its historic truth | R |
| But while they doubted ne'ertheless | S |
| Saw in it gleams of truthfulness | S |
| And thanked the Monk of Lauresheim | F2 |
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| This they discussed in various mood | A |
| Then in the silence that ensued | A |
| Was heard a sharp and sudden sound | A |
| As of a bowstring snapped in air | V |
| And the Musician with a bound | A |
| Sprang up in terror from his chair | V |
| And for a moment listening stood | A |
| Then strode across the room and found | A |
| His dear his darling violin | E |
| Still lying safe asleep within | E |
| Its little cradle like a child | A |
| That gives a sudden cry of pain | E |
| And wakes to fall asleep again | E |
| And as he looked at it and smiled | A |
| By the uncertain light beguiled | A |
| Despair two strings were broken in twain | E |
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| While all lamented and made moan | E |
| With many a sympathetic word | A |
| As if the loss had been their own | E |
| Deeming the tones they might have heard | A |
| Sweeter than they had heard before | A2 |
| They saw the Landlord at the door | A2 |
| The missing man the portly Squire | G2 |
| He had not entered but he stood | A |
| With both arms full of seasoned wood | A |
| To feed the much devouring fire | U |
| That like a lion in a cage | H2 |
| Lashed its long tail and roared with rage | H2 |
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| The missing man Ah yes they said | A |
| Missing but whither had he fled | A |
| Where had he hidden himself away | A |
| No farther than the barn or shed | A |
| He had not hidden himself nor fled | A |
| How should he pass the rainy day | A |
| But in his barn with hens and hay | A |
| Or mending harness cart or sled | A |
| Now having come he needs must stay | A |
| And tell his tale as well as they | A |
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| The Landlord answered only These | S |
| Are logs from the dead apple trees | S |
| Of the old orchard planted here | I2 |
| By the first Howe of Sudbury | G |
| Nor oak nor maple has so clear | X |
| A flame or burns so quietly | G |
| Or leaves an ash so clean and white | A |
| Thinking by this to put aside | A |
| The impending tale that terrified | A |
| When suddenly to his delight | A |
| The Theologian interposed | A |
| Saying that when the door was closed | A |
| And they had stopped that draft of cold | A |
| Unpleasant night air he proposed | A |
| To tell a tale world wide apart | A |
| From that the Student had just told | A |
| World wide apart and yet akin | E |
| As showing that the human heart | A |
| Beats on forever as of old | A |
| As well beneath the snow white fold | A |
| Of Quaker kerchief as within | E |
| Sendal or silk or cloth of gold | A |
| And without preface would begin | E |
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| And then the clamorous clock struck eight | A |
| Deliberate with sonorous chime | F2 |
| Slow measuring out the march of time | F2 |
| Like some grave Consul of old Rome | F2 |
| In Jupiter's temple driving home | F2 |
| The nails that marked the year and date | A |
| Thus interrupted in his rhyme | F2 |
| The Theologian needs must wait | A |
| But quoted Horace where he sings | S |
| The dire Necessity of things | S |
| That drives into the roofs sublime | F2 |
| Of new built houses of the great | A |
| The adamantine nails of Fate | A |
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| When ceased the little carillon | E |
| To herald from its wooden tower | U |
| The important transit of the hour | U |
| The Theologian hastened on | E |
| Content to be all owed at last | A |
| To sing his Idyl of the Past | A |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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