A Memorial Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBDEDEDFGGBHBH FFEIIEJJJBBJ BBBBEEDFBBAAKFKFBLBB BLMMBNEOBE BBPPQQEEBBBBRSSEREEE FFAEAATAETUU ABABBBAAAAAAEEEEEVEW EBEBE XEXEEEAEAEABABEUEEUE BBBBBBBBAAYWYEEBBEEW WAAAAATCCZAAEEBBEA2A A2A BCCBBBB2B2A2AA2AAAEA A2AEA2EEA2EA2 BBC2C2UBBUEEBD2BD2AB BA BA2BAA2ABBWBBWBBBWW| F T | A |
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| The cord broke and the tent | B |
| Slipped and the silken roof | C |
| Lay prone beneath the viewless hoof | C |
| Of the deliberate firmament | B |
| Yet cared we not how should we care | D |
| Knowing that labourless now he breathes | E |
| A golden paradisal air | D |
| Where with more certain craft he wreathes | E |
| Bright braids of words more wise and fair | D |
| Than ever his earthly fabrics were | F |
| That his unwavering eyes made fresh | G |
| Purged and regarbed in fadeless flesh | G |
| What he then darkly guessed behold | B |
| And watch with an abiding joy | H |
| The eternal mysteries unfold | B |
| Which do his now transfigured songs evermore employ | H |
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| Brother yet great thy power | F |
| Thou stood'st as on a tower | F |
| Small 'neath the stars yet high above the fields | E |
| In thy alembic song | I |
| Imagination strong | I |
| Distilled what essences the quest to mortals yields | E |
| This thy reward well won | J |
| For every morning's sun | J |
| Found thy heart's firm allegiance still unshaken | J |
| No temporal ache or smart | B |
| Drave Beauty from thy heart | B |
| And by thy mighty mistress never wast forsaken | J |
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| Yes for though stringent was the test | B |
| When that thy trial was bitterest | B |
| Steadfast thou did'st remain unshod | B |
| The harrows of Pain thy feet once trod | B |
| Humiliate as thy sad song tells | E |
| Before the vault's white sentinels | E |
| Friendless and faint thou sojourned'st there | D |
| A bowed brave timid wanderer | F |
| A lonely nomad of the spirit | B |
| Who did a triple curse inherit | B |
| Hunger regret and memory | A |
| Yet never did they vanquish thee | A |
| When nighest broken most alone | K |
| Thy unassuag d thoughts could clamber | F |
| To beauty on her ageless throne | K |
| Thou wert as one in torture chamber | F |
| Who sees the blue through an open casement | B |
| And hammers his soul to endure the time | L |
| Of his corporeal abasement | B |
| Nor writhed'st at thine or others' fault | B |
| But with grim tenderness did salt | B |
| Thy cicatrices with a rhyme | L |
| Not the most sable flame of gloom | M |
| Could penetrate thy inmost room | M |
| But through the walls thy spirit sucked | B |
| Into that cloistral hermitage | N |
| Stray lovely things moonbeams and snows | E |
| The far sky shed into thy cage | O |
| And from the very gutter plucked | B |
| A lost and mired campestral rose | E |
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| Ended that purgatorial period | B |
| Filled was thy wallet and thy feet were shod | B |
| The leaden weights were moved the rack withdrawn | P |
| Thou didst traverse the dewy fields of dawn | P |
| Watch sunsets blazoning over upland turf | Q |
| Pull poppies from the frontiers of the surf | Q |
| Dwelled'st with love and human eyes | E |
| Vigilant calm and wise | E |
| But still as when thy bark did ride | B |
| Derelict on the city's tide | B |
| As then for penury now for pride | B |
| Thy bodily senses were denied | B |
| Though they cried out and would not sleep | R |
| Ascetic thou didst armour them | S |
| Lest acid pleasure should eat thine art's pure gem | S |
| Hourly the tempter's ambuscades | E |
| But thou didst guard the gates and keep | R |
| Thy senses' hungry colonnades | E |
| Accessible but to Beauty's ministers | E |
| Unlit by any ruby flame but hers | E |
| Immuring so thy spirit eager | F |
| Within a body frail and meagre | F |
| Far from the meads of earthly milk and honey | A |
| Yet franchised of more wondrous territories | E |
| Like those poor Bedouin of Arabia the Stony | A |
| Who roam spare fed and hollow eyed but free | A |
| By day to wander and by night to camp | T |
| In vast serenity | A |
| Compassed by God's great silent glories | E |
| The sun's gold splendour and the moon's white lamp | T |
| Folded and safe from harm | U |
| Beneath the mighty sky's protecting arm | U |
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| Ha but the Titan's ardour | A |
| Wherewith thou scour'dst the vast | B |
| To spoil the starry larder | A |
| Of fruits of heavenly taste | B |
| Urania's fiercest servant | B |
| With thirst as furnace fervent | B |
| And serene burning brow | A |
| Worthy of thy great lineage thou | A |
| Drankest without a shudder | A |
| In proud humility | A |
| Milk from that vast prim val udder | A |
| That swells for such as thee | A |
| Milk from the fountains of the Universe | E |
| That cowards deem infected with a curse | E |
| That flushes him who drinks | E |
| Nor shrinks | E |
| The exalted anguish of diurnal draughts | E |
| To a clear vision more intolerable | V |
| In its blissful pain than love's most ardent shafts | E |
| Of the seats where she doth dwell | W |
| She whom thou didst confess | E |
| Enticed | B |
| Thee hot to her throne to press | E |
| For the greater glory of Christ | B |
| To uplift the curtains of her closed eyes | E |
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| Not all was for thy learning | X |
| Nor any mortal's else | E |
| Only for thy discerning | X |
| Sporadic syllables | E |
| Of those supernal glances | E |
| Coffer of which her marble countenance is | E |
| Yet vain was not the adventure | A |
| Reluctant though the prize | E |
| Thou gainedst a debenture | A |
| On the fringe of Beauty's eyes | E |
| Such fragmentary trophy | A |
| As some cross tunic'd knight | B |
| From Saladin or Sophy | A |
| May have won in sword's despite | B |
| Not the dear polar shrines | E |
| Held captive by the Paynim | U |
| But still as fruit of wars | E |
| Some stone from Sion's lines | E |
| Some relic that might sain him | U |
| Of life's uncounted scars | E |
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| Self dedicated anchorite | B |
| Never disdainful of the dust | B |
| But conscious of the overcoming night | B |
| That must engulph the blooms and berries of lust | B |
| And unforgetful of the enveloping day beyond | B |
| Though a sweet show was spread for thy delight | B |
| Resolved not to be so fond | B |
| As in ephemeral gauds caparisoned | B |
| To station feet upon a world of vapour | A |
| Soft as a dream and fleeting as a taper | A |
| Thou thoughtest nevertheless that thou shouldst occupy | Y |
| Thyself as it seemed to thee most worthily | W |
| Until the rapid hour when thou shouldst die | Y |
| So in a world of seemings | E |
| Of shadows and of dreamings | E |
| Busied thyself to fashion and record | B |
| Unto the greater glory of thy Lord | B |
| For thy proud lady Beauty His | E |
| Most excellent and humble handmaid is | E |
| Says one thy service was too ceremonial | W |
| Thy vestments irised overmuch thy ritual | W |
| Too elaborate and thy rubric too obscure | A |
| Therefore thy gift of chant and orison | A |
| Beneath the perfect service men have done | A |
| O but thy notes were pure | A |
| And in a day like this we now endure | A |
| No fault it was in thee to set thy camp | T |
| Remote aloof aloof | C |
| In a far fastness proof | C |
| 'Gainst the mephitic odours of the swamp | Z |
| Which being so no gain | A |
| 'Twere to explain | A |
| An exquisiteness too meticulous | E |
| Let us but say it pleased thee thus | E |
| Dowered with imagination heavy fruited | B |
| To raise a column garlanded and fluted | B |
| For Him thy heavenly abacus | E |
| This was thine offering thou didst make | A2 |
| In founded hope that He | A |
| The craftsman's best would take | A2 |
| Well knowing its unobscure sincerity | A |
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| The cord broke and the tent | B |
| Slipped and the silken roof | C |
| Lay prone beneath the viewless hoof | C |
| Of the deliberate firmament | B |
| We still in this terrene abode | B |
| Forlorn must tread the difficult road | B |
| And all meek thanks and all belief | B2 |
| Hardly suffice to rampart grief | B2 |
| For gone is Beauty's votary apostolic | A2 |
| And are her temples now delivered over | A |
| To blindworms and libidinous goats that frolic | A2 |
| In places hallowed by that celestial lover | A |
| Save only two or three | A |
| With undivided minds like thee | A |
| None now remains that girds | E |
| The peregrinal loin | A |
| None reverent of Beauty's holy tongue | A2 |
| But counterfeiters of her imaged coin | A |
| Iconoclasts breakers of carven words | E |
| Seekers of worthless treasure in the dung | A2 |
| Mock mages and cacophonous charlatans | E |
| And pismire artisans | E |
| Labouring to make | A2 |
| Such mirrored replicas of Nature's face | E |
| As might the surface of a stagnant lake | A2 |
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| Yet we should anger not | B |
| Nor let that be forgot | B |
| The testament of stateliest worth | C2 |
| He left us when he fled the earth | C2 |
| The mausoleum made of rhyme | U |
| Fair in its unfrequented field | B |
| Which shall invulnerably shield | B |
| His memory to the end of Time | U |
| The house with curtain flaming halls | E |
| And roof of gold and jewelled walls | E |
| For which the fisher sank his net | B |
| Into the deepest pools of speech | D2 |
| Scooping rich conchs and ribbons wet | B |
| That a less venturous could not reach | D2 |
| The hunter tracked the metaphor | A |
| On many a foamy silver coast | B |
| A hundred leagues beyond the most | B |
| Fabulous Tellurian shore | A |
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| Magnificent he was and mild | B |
| Glad to be still and glad to speak | A2 |
| Daring yet delicate as a child | B |
| Faithful compassionate and holy | A |
| And being human strong and weak | A2 |
| And full of hope and melancholy | A |
| No more than we able to shed | B |
| Man's nature he inherited | B |
| Neither sin's garrison to kill | W |
| Yet at the last with constancy so great | B |
| As the world's vanities to abnegate | B |
| Sternly to will the sacrifice of will | W |
| Upon the altars of the Uncreate | B |
| So that he lived before he died | B |
| As one who hourly to himself denied | B |
| All joys save those that cannot pall | W |
| Who having nothing yet had all | W |
John Collings Squire, Sir
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