An Old Tale Re-told Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEEFGFEHHIIJJKGL G MNMNOOPQQPPRRSTSTIIU GUGVVWXWXYYZA2Z A2IB2B2IB2C2C2 D2E2D2E2D2D2D2F2IG2I KSLS YYH2B2I2B2J2B2J2B2K2 K2A2A2 A2IIA2III2I2A2KL2LL2 A2A2M2M2A2GN2GN2A2O2 A2A2A2O2P2KP2KA2Q2A2 KA2A2Q2A2R2R2A2A2N2N 2S2D2S2D2L2T2 IIU2C2R2C2C2Q2T2Q2T2 EEA2A2A2R2A2R2EEEED2 D2 GIGIGIILLD2ED2EA2EA2 EN2N2QEQEV2R2R2R2V2R 2NW2NW2NYYDD A2A2A2A2A2A2R2 R2B2B2C2C2B2 N2N2NNR2R2NX2NX2R2R2 EEA2GA2G A2A2A2A2A2A2D2A2D2A2 N2A2N2 EENNN2N2A2V2A2V2V2| From the terrace here where the hills indent | A |
| You can see the uttermost battlement | B |
| Of the castle there the Cliffords' home | C |
| Where the seasons go and the seasons come | D |
| And never a footstep else doth fall | E |
| Save the prowling fox's the ancient hall | E |
| Echoes no voice save the owlet's call | E |
| Its turret chambers are homes for the bat | F |
| And its courts are tangled and wild to see | G |
| And where in the cellar was once the rat | F |
| The viper and toad move stealthily | E |
| Long years have passed since the place was burned | H |
| And he sailed to the wars in France and earned | H |
| The name that he bears of the bold and true | I |
| On his tomb Long years since my lord Sir Hugh | I |
| Lived and I was his favorite page | J |
| And the thing then happened and he of an age | J |
| When a man will love and be loved again | K |
| Or hie to the wars or a monastery | G |
| Or toil till he conquer his heart's sore pain | L |
| Or drink and forget it and finally bury | G |
| - | |
| I was his page And often we fared | M |
| Through the Clare demesnes in autumn hawking | N |
| If the Baron had known how they would have glared | M |
| 'Neath their bushy brows those eyes of mocking | N |
| That last of the Strongbows Richard I mean | O |
| And growling some six of his henchmen lean | O |
| To mount and after this Clifford and hang | P |
| With his crop eared page to the nearest oak | Q |
| How he would have cursed us while he spoke | Q |
| For Clare and Clifford had ever a fang | P |
| In the other's side And I hear the clang | P |
| Of his rage in the hall when the hawker told | R |
| If he told how we met on the autumn wold | R |
| His daughter sweet Clara of Clare the day | S |
| Her hooded tiercel its brails did burst | T |
| And trailing its jesses came flying our way | S |
| An untrained haggard the falconer cursed | T |
| While he tried to secure as the eyas flew | I |
| Slant low and heavily over us Hugh | I |
| Who saw it coming and had just then cast | U |
| His peregrine hawk at a heron quarry | G |
| In his saddle rising so as it passed | U |
| By the jesses caught and to her did carry | G |
| Where she stood near the wood Her face flushed rose | V |
| With the glad of the meeting No two foes | V |
| Her eyes and my Lord's I swear who saw | W |
| 'Twas love from the start And I heard him speak | X |
| Some words then he knelt and the sombre shaw | W |
| With the rust of the autumn waste and bleak | X |
| Grew spring with her smile as the hawk she took | Y |
| On her lily wrist where it pruned and shook | Y |
| Its ragged wings Then I saw him seize | Z |
| The hand that she reached to him long and white | A2 |
| As she smilingly bade him rise from his knees | Z |
| - | |
| When he kissed its fingers her eyes grew bright | A2 |
| But her cheeks grew pallid when lashing through | I |
| The woodland there with a face a flare | B2 |
| With the sting of the wind and his gipsy hair | B2 |
| Flying the falconer came and two | I |
| Or three of the people of Castle Clare | B2 |
| And the leaves of the autumn made a frame | C2 |
| For the picture there in the morning's flame | C2 |
| - | |
| What was said in that moment I do not know | D2 |
| That moment of meeting between those lovers | E2 |
| But whatever it was 't was whispered low | D2 |
| And soft as a leaf that swings and hovers | E2 |
| A twinkling gold when the leaves are yellow | D2 |
| And her face with the joy was still aglow | D2 |
| When down through the wood that burly fellow | D2 |
| Came with his frown and made a pause | F2 |
| In the pulse of their words My lord Sir Hugh | I |
| Stood with the soil on his knee No cause | G2 |
| Had he but his hanger he partly drew | I |
| Then clapped it sharp in its sheath again | K |
| And bowed to my Lady and strode away | S |
| And mounting his horse with a swinging rein | L |
| Rode with a song in his heart all day | S |
| - | |
| He loved and was loved I knew for look | Y |
| All other sports for the chase he forsook | Y |
| And strange that he never went to hawk | H2 |
| Or hunt but Clara would meet him there | B2 |
| In the Strongbow forest I know the rock | I2 |
| With its fern filled moss by the bramble lair | B2 |
| Were oft and again he met by chance | J2 |
| Shall I say the daughter of Clare as fair | B2 |
| Of face as a queen in an old romance | J2 |
| Who waits with her sweet face pale her hair | B2 |
| Night deep and eyes dove gray with dreams | K2 |
| By the fountain side where the statue gleams | K2 |
| And the moonbeam lolls in the lily white | A2 |
| For the knightly lover who comes at night | A2 |
| - | |
| Heigho they ceased those meetings I wot | A2 |
| Betrayed to the Baron by some of his crew | I |
| Of menials who followed and saw and knew | I |
| For she loved too well to have once forgot | A2 |
| The time and the place of their trysting true | I |
| Why and when would ask Sir Hugh | I |
| In the labored letters he used to lock | I2 |
| The lovers' post in a coigne of that rock | I2 |
| She used to answer but now did not | A2 |
| But nearing Yule love got them again | K |
| A twilight tryst through frowardness sure | L2 |
| They met And that day was gray with rain | L |
| Or snow and the wind did ever endure | L2 |
| A long bleak moaning thorough the wood | A2 |
| That chapped i' the cheek and smarted the blood | A2 |
| And a brook in the forest went throb and throb | M2 |
| And over it all was the wild beast sob | M2 |
| Of the rushing boughs like a thing pursued | A2 |
| And then it was that he learned how she | G |
| God's blood how it makes my old limbs quiver | N2 |
| To think what a miserable tyrant he | G |
| The Baron Richard aye and ever | N2 |
| To his daughter was forsooth must wed | A2 |
| With an eastern earl a Lovell to whom | O2 |
| Would God o' his mercy had struck him dead | A2 |
| Clara of Clare when only a child | A2 |
| With a face like a flower that blooms in the wild | A2 |
| Of the hills and a soul like its soft perfume | O2 |
| Was given to seal or strengthen some ties | P2 |
| Of power and wealth say bartered then | K |
| Like the merest chattel With tearful eyes | P2 |
| And trembling lips she spoke and when | K |
| Her lover the Clifford had learned and heard | A2 |
| He'd have had her flee with him then 'sdeath | Q2 |
| In spite of them all Let her speak the word | A2 |
| They would fly together the Baron's men | K |
| Might follow and if and he touched his sword | A2 |
| It should answer But she while she seemed to stay | A2 |
| With a hand on her bosom her heart's quick breath | Q2 |
| Replied to his heat They would take and slay | A2 |
| Thee who art life of me No not thus | R2 |
| Shall we fly there's another way for us | R2 |
| A way that is sure an only way | A2 |
| I have thought it out this many a day | A2 |
| The words that she spoke how well I remember | N2 |
| As well as the mood o' that day of December | N2 |
| That bullied and blustered and seemed in league | S2 |
| Like a spiteful shrew with the wind and snow | D2 |
| To drown the words of their sweet intrigue | S2 |
| With the boom of the boughs tossed to and fro | D2 |
| Her last words these By curfew sure | L2 |
| On Christmas eve at the postern door | T2 |
| - | |
| And we were there with a led horse too | I |
| Armed for a journey I hardly knew | I |
| Whither but why you well can guess | U2 |
| For often he whispered a certain name | C2 |
| The talisman of his happiness | R2 |
| That warmed his blood like a yule log's flame | C2 |
| While we waited there till its owner came | C2 |
| We saw how the castle's baronial girth | Q2 |
| Like a giant's loosed for reveling more | T2 |
| Shone and we heard the wassail and mirth | Q2 |
| Where the mistletoe hung in the hearth's red roar | T2 |
| And the holly brightened the weaponed wall | E |
| Of ancient oak in the banqueting hall | E |
| And the spits I trow by the scullions turned | A2 |
| O'er the snoring logs rich steamed and burned | A2 |
| While the whole wild boar and the deer were roasted | A2 |
| And the half of an ox and the roe buck haunches | R2 |
| While tuns of ale that the cellars boasted | A2 |
| And casks of sack were broached for paunches | R2 |
| Of vassals who reveled in stable and hall | E |
| The song of the minstrel the yeomen's quarrel | E |
| O'er the dice and the drink and the huntsman's bawl | E |
| In the baying kennels its hounds a snarl | E |
| O'er the bones of the banquet now loud now low | D2 |
| We could hear where we crouched in the drifting snow | D2 |
| - | |
| Was she long did she come By the postern we | G |
| Like shadows waited My lord Sir Hugh | I |
| Spoke pointing a tower That casement see | G |
| When a stealthy light in its slit burns blue | I |
| And signals thrice slowly thus 't is she | G |
| And close to his breast his gaberdine drew | I |
| For the wind it whipped and the snow beat through | I |
| Did she come We had waited an hour or twain | L |
| When the taper flashed in the central pane | L |
| And flourished three times and vanished so | D2 |
| And under the arch of the postern's portal | E |
| Holding the horses we stood in the snow | D2 |
| Stiff with the cold Ah me immortal | E |
| Minutes we waited breath bated and listened | A2 |
| Shivering there in the hiss of the gale | E |
| The parapets whistled the angles glistened | A2 |
| And the night around seemed one black wail | E |
| Of death whose ominous presence over | N2 |
| The stormy battlements seemed to hover | N2 |
| Said my lord Sir Hugh to himself he spoke | Q |
| She feels for the spring in the sliding panel | E |
| 'Neath the arras hid in the carven oak | Q |
| It opens The stair like a well's dark channel | E |
| Yawns and the draught makes her taper slope | V2 |
| Wrapped deep in her mantle she stoops now puts | R2 |
| One foot on the stair now a listening pause | R2 |
| As nearer and nearer the mad search draws | R2 |
| Of the thwarted castle No smallest hope | V2 |
| That they find her now that the panel shuts | R2 |
| If the wind that howls like a tortured thing | N |
| Would throttle itself with itself then I | W2 |
| Might hear how her hurrying footsteps ring | N |
| Down the hollow there 't is her fingers try | W2 |
| The postern's bolts that the rust makes cling | N |
| But ever some whim of the storm that shook | Y |
| A clanging ring or a creaking hook | Y |
| In buttress or wall And we waited numb | D |
| With the cold till dawn but she did not come | D |
| - | |
| I must tell you why and have done 'T is said | A2 |
| On the brink of the marriage she fled the side | A2 |
| Of the guests and the bridegroom there she fled | A2 |
| With a mischievous laugh I'll hide I'll hide | A2 |
| Seek and be sure that you find so led | A2 |
| A long search after her but defied | A2 |
| All search for a score and ten long years | R2 |
| - | |
| Well the laughter of Yule was turned to tears | R2 |
| For them and for us We saw the glare | B2 |
| Of torches that hurried from chamber to stair | B2 |
| And we heard the castle re echo her name | C2 |
| But neither to them nor to us she came | C2 |
| And that was the last of Clara of Clare | B2 |
| - | |
| That winter it was a month thereafter | N2 |
| That the home of the Cliffords roof and rafter | N2 |
| Burned I could swear 't was the Strongbow's doing | N |
| Were I sure that he knew of the Clifford's wooing | N |
| His daughter and so by the Rood and Cross | R2 |
| Had burned Hugh's home to avenge his loss | R2 |
| So over the channel to France with his King | N |
| The Black Prince sailed to the wars to deaden | X2 |
| The ache of the mystery Hugh that spring | N |
| And fell at Poitiers for his loss made leaden | X2 |
| His heart and his life was a weary sadness | R2 |
| So he flung it away in a moment's madness | R2 |
| And the Baron died And the bridegroom well | E |
| Unlucky was he in truth to tell | E |
| Of him there is nothing The Baron died | A2 |
| The last of the Strongbows he gramercy | G |
| And the Clare estate with its wealth and pride | A2 |
| Devolved to the Bloets Walter and Percy | G |
| - | |
| And years went by And it happened that they | A2 |
| Ransacked the old castle and so one day | A2 |
| In a lonesome tower uprummaged a chest | A2 |
| From Flanders of ebon and wildly carved | A2 |
| All over with things a sinister crest | A2 |
| And evil faces distorted and starved | A2 |
| Fast locked with a spring which they forced and lo | D2 |
| When they opened it Death like a lady dressed | A2 |
| Grinned up at their terror but no not so | D2 |
| A skeleton jeweled and laced and wreathed | A2 |
| With flowers of dust and a miniver | N2 |
| Around it clasped that the ruin sheathed | A2 |
| Of a once rich raiment of silk and fur | N2 |
| - | |
| I'd have given my life to hear him tell | E |
| The courtly Clifford how this befell | E |
| He'd have known how it was For you see in groping | N |
| For the secret spring of that panel hoping | N |
| And fearing as nearer and nearer drew | N2 |
| The search of retainers why out she blew | N2 |
| The tell tale taper and seeing this chest | A2 |
| Would hide her a minute in it mayhap | V2 |
| Till the hurry had passed but the death lock pressed | A2 |
| By the lid's great weight closed fast with a snap | V2 |
| Ere her heart was aware of the fiendish trap | V2 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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