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The Last Scion Of The House Of Clare Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Year	A
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Barbican bartizan battlement	B
With the Abergavenny mountains blent	B
Look from the Raglan tower of Gwent	B
My lord Hugh Clifford's ancient home	C
Shows clear morns of the Spring or Summer	D
Thrust out like thin flakes o' a silver foam	C
From a climbing cloud for the hills gloom glummer	D
Being shaggy with heath yon I was his page	E
A favorite then and he of that age	E
When a man will love and be loved again	F
Or die in the wars or a monastery	G
Or toil till he stifle his heart's hard pain	H
Or drink drug his hopes and his lost love bury	G
I was his page and often we fared	B
Thro' the Clare desmene in Autumn hawking	I
If the baron had known how he would have glared	B
From their bushy brows eyes dark with mocking	I
That of the Strongbows Richard I mean	J
Had growled to his yeomen A score mount Keene	J
Forth and spit me this Clifford or hang	K
With his crop eared page to the closest oak	L
For he and the Cliffords had ever a fang	K
In the other's side but I see him choke	L
And strangle with wrath when his hawker told	B
If he told how we met on that flowery wold	B
His daughter sweet Hortense of Clare the day	B
Her hooded tiercel its brails did burst	B
To trail with its galling jesses away	B
An untrained haggard the falconer cursed	B
Vain whistled to lure when the eyas sped	B
Slant low and heavily overhead	B
By us and Sir Hugh who had just then cast	B
His peregrine fierce at a heron quarry	G
In his stirrups rising thus as it passed	B
By the jesses caught and to her did carry	G
Lingering slender and tall by a rose	M
Whence she pulled the berries But no two foes	M
Her eyes and Sir Hugh's And I swear each felt	B
A song in their hearts For I heard him quaver	D
Somewhat and then by Mary he knelt	B
And the Lady herself in her words did waver	D
And wonder with smiles Then daintily took	N
The hawk on her fist where it pruned and shook	N
Its callowness ragged as Hugh did seize	O
Softly the other hand long and white	B
Reached forth to him craving him rise from his knees	O
And mouthed with moist kisses an hundred quite	B
Tho' she blushed up burning no frowned Beware	P
But seemed so happy when crushing thro'	P
Her sturdy retainer with swarthy stare	P
The underwoods burst and her maiden crew	P
Drew near them naming her name and came	Q
With leaves and dim Autumn blossoms aflame	Q
Their words I know not for how should I	R
I paged my master but was no spy	R
Nothings I think as all lovers' you know	S
Yet how should I hear such whispered low	S
Quick by the wasted woodland yellow	S
When up thro' the brush thrashed that burly fellow	S
With his ale coarse face and so made a pause	T
In the pulse of their words there my lord Sir Hugh	P
Stood with the soil on his knee No cause	U
Had he but his hanger he halfway drew	P
Then paused thrust it clap in its sheath again	F
And bowed to the Lady and strode away	B
Up vault on his steed and we rode amain	F
Gay to his towers that merry day	B
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He loved and was loved why I knew for look	N
All other sports for the chase he forsook	N
To ride in the Raglan marches and hawk	V
And to hunt and to wander And found a lair	P
In the Strongbow forest of bush and of rock	W
Of moss and thick ferns where Hortense of Clare	P
How often I wis not met him by chance	X
Perhaps Sweet sorceress out of romance	X
Those tomes of Geoffrey for she was fair	P
Her large warm eyes and hair ah hair	P
How may one picture or liken it	B
With the golden gloss of its full brown fit	B
For the Viviane face of lovable white	B
Beneath like a star that a cloud of night	B
Stops over to threaten but never will drench	Y
Its tremulous beauty with mists that quench	Y
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Heigho but they ceased those meetings I wot	B
Watched of the baron his menial crew	P
For she loved too well to have once forgot	B
The place and the time of their trysting true	P
But she came not ah and again came not	B
Why and when would question Sir Hugh	P
In his labored scrawls a crevice of rock	W
The lovers' post in its coigne would lock	W
Until near Yule Love gat them again	F
A twilight tryst by frowardness sure	P
They met And that day was gray with rain	F
Or snow and the wind did ever endure	P
A long bleak moaning thorough the wood	B
Smarted the cheek and chapped i' the blood	B
And a burne in the forest cried sob and sob	Z
And whimpered forever a chopping throb	Z
Thro' the rope taunt boughs like a thing pursued	B
And there it was that he learned how she	G
My faith how it makes me burn and quiver	P
To think what a miserable despot he	G
Lord Richard Strongbow aye and ever	P
To his daughter was forsooth must wed	B
With an Eastern Earl some Lovell one whom	A2
That God in His mercy had smote him dead	B
Hortense of Clare but in baby bloom	A2
Never had mirrored with maiden eyes	B2
Sealed over a baby to strengthen some ties	B2
Of power or wealth had been bartered then	F
And sold and purchased and now but when	F
To her lover the Clifford she told this there	P
He had faced with his love the talons of Death	C2
Only for her who did stay with a stare	P
Of reproach all his heat and say in a breath	C2
Is love that thou sware to me aye and so often	F
To live too feeble or how doth it soften	F
And weaken away and to die why die	B
Live and be strong and this is why	B
Her words are glued here so I remember	P
All as well as that sullen December	P
That blustered and bullied about them and	B
Spat stiff its spiteful and cold cutting snow	F
Where they talked there dreamily hand in hand	B
While the rubbing boughs clashed rattling low	F
Her last words these By curfew sure	P
On Christmas eve at the postern door	P
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And we were there and a void horse too	P
Armed for a journey I hardly knew	P
Whither but why you well can guess	D2
I could have uttered a certain name	Q
Our comrade's sure of what loveliness	D2
Waited with love impatience aflame	Q
While Raglan bulged its baronial girth	E2
To roar to its battlements Yule and song	F2
Retainers loud rollicked in wassail and mirth	E2
Where the mistletoe 'round the vast hearths hung	G2
And holly beberried the elden wall	H2
Of curious oak in the banqueting hall	H2
And the spits I trow by the scullions turned	B
O'er the snoring logs rich steamed and burned	B
With flesh where the whole wild boar was roasted	B
And the dun deer flanks and the roebuck haunches	D2
Fat tuns of ale that the cellars boasted	B
Old casks of wine were broached for paunches	D2
Of the vassals that reveled in bower and stall	H2
Pale pages who diced and bluff henchmen who quarr'led	B
Or swore in their cups while lean mastiffs all	H2
O'er bones of the feast in their kennels snarled	B
For Hortense drink drink by the Virgin's leave	I2
Were wed to this Lovell this Christmas Eve	I2
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Was she long Did she come By that postern we	G
Like shadows lurked Said my lord Sir Hugh	P
Yon tower remember that casement see	G
When a stealthy light in its slit burns blue	P
And signals thrice slowly thus 'tis she	G
And about his person his gaberdine drew	P
For the wind it hugged and the snow beat thro'	P
Did she come We had watched for an hour or twain	F
Ere that light burned there in the central pane	F
And was flourished thrice and departed so	D2
Then closer we packed to the postern portal	J2
Horses and all in the stinging snow	D2
Stiff with the cold was I Immortal	J2
Minutes we waited breath bated and listened	B
Shuddering there in the gusty gale	K2
Whizzing o'er parapets sifted and glistened	B
Wild drift thro' battlements hissed in a veil	K2
Quoth my lord Sir Hugh for his love was a heat	B
She feels for the spring in the hidden panel	J2
'Neath the tapestry ah thou hast pressed it sweet	B
How black gulps open the secret channel	J2
Now cautiously step and thy bridal garb	L2
Swirled warm with a mantle o' fur she plants	D2
One foot then a pause on the stair So Barb	L2
So If the tempest that barks and pants	D2
Would throttle itself with its yelps then I	B
Might hear but one footstep echo and sing	I
Down the ugly there 'tis her fingers try	B
The massy bolts which the rust makes cling	I
But ever some whim of the wind that shook	N
The clanging ring of a creaking hook	N
In the buttress or wall and we waited so	D2
Till the East grew gray Did she come ah no	D2
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I must tell you why and enough 'Tis said	B
On the eve of the marriage she fled the side	B
Of the baron the bridegroom too she fled	B
With a mischievous laugh I'll hide I'll hide	B
Seek and be sure to seek well and led	B
A wild chase after her but defied	B
All search for a score and ten more years	D2
And the laughter of Yule was changed to tears	D2
But they searched and the snow was bleared with the glare	P
Of torches that hurried thro' chamber and stair	P
And tower and court re echoed her name	Q
But she laughed no answer and never came	Q
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So over the channel to France with his King	I
And the Black Prince sailed to the wars to deaden	F
The ache of the mystery Hugh that Spring	I
And fell at Poitiers for his loss lay leaden	F
On hope and his life was a weary sadness	D2
So he flung it away with a very gladness	D2
And the baron died and the bridegroom well	M2
Unlucky that bridegroom sooth to tell	M2
Of him there is nothing The baron died	B
The last of the Strongbows he gramercy	D2
And the Clare estate with its wealth and its pride	B
Devolved to the Bloets Walter or Percy	D2
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Ten years and a score thereafter And they	B
Ransacked the old castle and mark one day	B
In a lonesome tower uprummaged a chest	B
From Flanders of sinister ebon carved	B
Sardonic with masks 'round an olden crest	B
Gargoyle faces distorted and starved	B
Fast fixed with a spring which they forced and lo	D2
When they opened it ha Hortense or no	D2
Fantastic a skeleton jeweled and wreathed	B
With flowers of dust and a minever	P
About it hugged which quaint richness sheathed	B
Of a bridal raiment and lace with fur	P
I'd have given such years of my life yes well	M2
As were left me then so her lover Hugh	P
For such time breathed as it took one to tell	M2
How she forever deemed false was true	P
He'd have known how it was For you see in groping	I
For the puny spring of that panel hoping	I
And fearing as nearer and nearer grew	P
The boisterous scramble why out she blew	P
Her windy taper and quick in this chest	B
Wary would lie for a minute mayhap	R
Till the hurry all passed but the death lock pressed	B
Ere her heart was aware with a hungry snap	R