St. Yve-s Poor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJ KLKLMNMN OPQP JRASTUVW XYZ A2B2 C2D2 B2D2 E2F2G2AMH2XJEFFIK was there and Matthieu and brown Bran | A |
Warped in old wars and babbling of the sword | B |
And Jannedik a white rose pinched and paled | C |
With the world's frosts and many more beside | D |
Lamed rheumed and palsied aged impotent | E |
Of all but hunger and blind lifted hands | F |
I set the doors wide at the given hour | G |
Took the great baskets piled with bread the fish | H |
Yet silvered of the sea the curds of milk | I |
And called them Brethren brake and blest and gave | J |
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For O my Lord the house dove knows her nest | K |
Above my window builded from the rain | L |
In the brown mere the heron finds her rest | K |
But these shall seek in vain | L |
And O my Lord the thrush may fold her wing | M |
The curlew seek the long lift of the seas | N |
The wild swan sleep amid his journeying | M |
There is no rest for these | N |
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Thy dead are sheltered housed and warmed they wait | O |
Under the golden fern the falling foam | P |
But these Thy living wander desolate | Q |
And have not any home | P |
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I called them Brethren brake and blest and gave | J |
Old Jeffik had her withered hand to show | R |
Young Jannedik had dreamed of death and Bran | A |
Would tell me wonders wrought on fields of war | S |
When Michael and his warriors rode the storm | T |
And all the heavens were thrilled with clanging spears | U |
Ah God my poor my poor Till there came one | V |
Wrapped in foul rags who caught me by the robe | W |
And pleaded 'Bread my father ' | - |
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In his hand | X |
I laid the last loaf of the daily dole | Y |
Saw on the palm a red wound like a star | Z |
And bade him 'Let me bind it ' | - |
'These my wounds ' | - |
He answered softly 'daily dost thou bind ' | - |
And I 'My son I have not seen thy face | A2 |
But thy bruised feet have trodden on my heart | B2 |
I will get water for thee ' | - |
'These my hurts ' | - |
Again he answered 'daily dost thou wash ' | - |
And I once more 'My son I know thee not | C2 |
But the bleak wind blows bitter from the sea | D2 |
And even the gorse is perished Rest thou here ' | - |
And he again 'My rest is in thy heart | B2 |
I take from thee as I have given to thee | D2 |
Dost thou not know Me Breton ' | - |
I 'My Lord ' | - |
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A scent of lilies on the cold sea wind | E2 |
A thin white blaze of wings a face of flame | F2 |
Over the gateway and the vision passed | G2 |
And there were only Matthieu and brown Bran | A |
And the young girl the foam white Jannedik | M |
Wondering to see their father rapt from them | H2 |
And Jeffik weeping o'er her withered hand | X |
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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