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The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
'A CURSE is on this work ' Columba cried	B
And with their dark robes flapping in the gale	C
The frightened monks came hurrying to his side	B
And looked at one another turning pale	C
For every night the work done in the day	D
Strewn on the ground in wild confusion lay	D
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II	A
'A curse is on this work ' he cried again	E
As his keen glances swept each face in turn	F
'Behold God smites us in the hurricane	G
And in the lightning doth His anger burn	F
Brethren some secret deadly sin there is	H
Known to the Lord for which we suffer this	I
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III	A
'Why is it that the elements combine	J
Against us raging in relentless ire	K
Against our humble wave encircled shrine	J
That air that water that consuming fire	L
Inveterately war against this fane	G
Which we would build but ever build in vain	G
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IV	M
'Why is it that the billows of the deep	N
Rise in revolt against the rock bound shore	O
Lashing themselves to fury on each steep	N
Till inland lakes awakening at the roar	O
Now roar in mad response and swell amain	G
Till broadening waters hide the drowning plain	G
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V	M
'One night ye know from out the imminent gloom	P
Shrouding the firmament as in a pall	Q
The levin like a spirit from the tomb	P
Leaped with a ghastly glare and in its fall	R
Struck the new roof tree with reverberate crash	S
And left a little heap of shrivelled ash	S
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VI	M
'Another night why need I tell the tale	C
The winds in legions thundered through the air	T
Battering the walls with sudden gusts of hail	C
They rushed with piercing shrieks and strident blare	T
Athwart the cloisters and the roofless hall	R
Till stone by stone fell from the rocking wall	R
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VII	M
'And then the very water turned our foe	M
For in the dead of night it slowly crept	U
Soft wave on wave till in its overflow	M
It deluged all the basement while we slept	U
And where the convent yesterday did stand	V
There spreads the lake as level as my hand	V
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VIII	M
'And then when slowly after many days	W
The waters had subsided to the main	G
And through the toilsome hours we sought to raise	W
Our ever shattered structure once again	G
Behold the earth herself with stone and block	X
Shudders convulsive and begins to rock	X
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IX	W
'For lo the fiends let loose at God's command	V
Burrow and delve in subterranean gloom	P
Till like the troubled ocean all the land	V
Heaves to and fro as tottering to its doom	P
The quiet graves themselves now bursting yawn	G
God's holy house once more lies overthrown	G
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X	W
'And now hath come the hour of darkest need	Y
The people have abandoned us They wail	C
That their dead fathers rage against our creed	Y
That in dark rushing cloud and roaring gale	C
The houseless spirits ride and fill the air	T
With lamentations for the gods that were	L
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XI	W
'The Lord rebukes us in His wrath I ask	Z
Again I ask what man among you all	R
Living in deadly sin yet wears the mask	Z
Of sanctity Yea let him cleanse his soul	A2
Confessing all the crying guilt of it	B2
Or go for ever to the burning pit '	-
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XII	W
Again his eagle glances swept each face	W
While the assembled monks with anxious sigh	M
Asked with a thrill of horror and amaze	W
'Was it indeed a judgment from on high '	-
As with one voice then cried the saintly throng	C2
'Not I not I know of that hidden wrong '	-
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XIII	W
And with uplifted arms they loudly prayed	D2
'Oh Lord if in our midst the traitor bides	W
Who breaks the sacramental vow he made	D2
And takes Thy name in vain and basely hides	W
His wicked ways from every eye save Thine	G
Let his dark sin stand forth and make a sign '	-
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XIV	M
All day expectant waiting on His will	E2
The monks in reverential silence stand	V
Beneath the rustling pine trees of the hill	E2
Whence their eyes sweep across the level land	V
Lo from afar the vision of a maid	D2
Comes o'er the shining pools the flood has made	D2
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XV	M
Swiftly she came across the devious track	F2
With glimmering waterways on either hand	V
Against the luminous vapour at her back	F2
Her dusky form looms mystically grand	V
While in the liquid crystal by her side	B
The phantom of herself seems still to glide	B
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XVI	M
Was she a spirit risen from the grave	M
When its foul depths lay open to the sky	M
Or ghost of Druid priestess wont to rave	M
Her blasphemous oracles in times gone by	M
Who ventured thus upon the sacred isle	G2
For ever barred against a woman's wile	G2
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XVII	M
But no as nearer and more near she draws	W
They see a maiden with the wild deer's grace	W
Bounding from stone to stone whose beauty awes	W
These Christian fathers riveting their gaze	W
For like the full moon framed in amber air	T
Her face shone mid the glory of her hair	T
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XVIII	M
Then in their midst all breathless did she stand	V
But paused bewildered and as one affrayed	V
Even as a swift wave making for the strand	V
With all its waters gathering to a head	V
Delays suspended with back fluttering locks	W
Then breaks in showers of brine upon the rocks	W
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XIX	W
So for a moment motionless she stood	V
From monk to monk her wildered glances stray	D
Immovable like figures carved in wood	V
These waited what their master's lips would say	D
But ever and anon in mute appeal	H2
Her piteous eyes to Oran's face would steal	H2
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XX	D
Only for one brief moment she delayed	V
Struck speechless at his cold averted mien	G
Then with a long low moan she blindly swayed	V
With her fair arms towards him and in keen	G
Unutterable anguish cried aghast	V
'Is this a dream or am I mad at last	V
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XXI	D
'Dost thou not know me Oran Oran mine	G
Look on me I am Mona I am she	W
For whom thy soul so thirstily did pine	G
Nay turn not from me Say art thou not he	W
Whose mouth to my mouth yearningly was pressed	V
Whose dearest head lay pillowed on my breast	V
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XXII	D
'Dear be not wroth with me in that I came	I2
For our love's sake look not so stern and grave	M
Ah surely thou wilt think me free from blame	I2
For having dared to break the word I gave	M
When I have told thee what has brought me here	J2
How sore distraught I was with grief and fear	K2
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XXIII	D
Oh love when night came swooping o'er the sea	D
And on the poor folk's tired eyelids sleep	N
Fell like a seabird's feather stealthily	H2
I climbed the jagged overhanging steep	N
Whose giddy summit looks towards thy home	L2
Wondering if haply I might see thee come	M2
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XXIV	M
When lo the solid cliff began to shake	N2
As in an ague fit and while I stood	V
Trembling methought the maddening sea would break	N2
Its everlasting limits for the flood	V
Came crashing in loud thunder o'er the land	V
And swept our huts like seaweed from the sand	V
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XXV	M
Then a great horror seized me and I reeled	V
And fell upon my face and knew no more	O
When from that trance I woke the sun had wheeled	V
Far up the sky and shone upon the shore	O
And there beneath the bright and cloudless sky	M
I saw a heap of mangled corpses lie	M
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XXVI	M
Shrieking I fled and paused not in my fright	V
Fleeing I knew not whither but my feet	V
Flew swift as ever arrow in its flight	V
To thee my love Hast thou no smile to greet	V
Thy Mona with no kiss For pity's sake	N2
Speak to me Oran or my heart will break '	-
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XXVII	M
All held their breath when she had made her moan	G
All eyes were fixed on that pale monk who stood	V
Unnaturally quiet like a stone	G
Whose flinty sides are fretted by the flood	V
When St Columba turned on him and said	V
'I bid thee speak man knowest thou this maid '	-
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XXVIII	M
Then answered him the other but his words	D
Rang hollow like the toll of funeral bell	H2
And on his humid brows like knotted cords	D
The livid veins and arteries seemed to swell	H2
Facing the accusation of his eyes	D
'Master I know her not the woman lies '	-
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XXIX	D
A hum of indignation doubt alarm	O2
Ran through their circle but none durst to speak	P2
Before the Master who with lifted arm	O2
And eyes whence fiery flashes seemed to break	N2
Cried very loudly 'Is it even so	D
Then help me God but I will rout this foe	D
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XXX	D
'Look brethren on this lovely maiden fair	T
As virginal white lilies newly blown	G
Fresh as the first breath of the vernal air	T
Pure as an incarnation of the dawn	G
Look on that golden glory of her hair	T
It is a man trap Satan's deadliest snare	T
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XXXI	D
'Brethren let the two eldest of you seize	D
This f	M