Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Through Alpine meadows soft suffused	A
With rain where thick the crocus blows	B
Past the dark forges long disused	A
The mule track from Saint Laurent goes	B
The bridge is cross'd and slow we ride	A
Through forest up the mountain side	A
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The autumnal evening darkens round	A
The wind is up and drives the rain	C
While hark far down with strangled sound	A
Doth the Dead Guier's stream complain	C
Where that wet smoke among the woods	D
Over his boiling cauldron broods	D
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Swift rush the spectral vapours white	A
Past limestone scars with ragged pines	D
Showing then blotting from our sight	A
Halt through the cloud drift something shines	D
High in the valley wet and drear	E
The huts of Courrerie appear	E
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Strike leftward cries our guide and higher	E
Mounts up the stony forest way	F
At last the encircling trees retire	E
Look through the showery twilight grey	F
What pointed roofs are these advance	D
A palace of the Kings of France	D
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Approach for what we seek is here	E
Alight and sparely sup and wait	A
For rest in this outbuilding near	E
Then cross the sward and reach that gate	A
Knock pass the wicket Thou art come	G
To the Carthusians' world famed home	H
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The silent courts where night and day	F
Into their stone carved basins cold	A
The splashing icy fountains play	F
The humid corridors behold	A
Where ghostlike in the deepening night	A
Cowl'd forms brush by in gleaming white	A
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The chapel where no organ's peal	I
Invests the stern and naked prayer	E
With penitential cries they kneel	I
And wrestle rising then with bare	E
And white uplifted faces stand	A
Passing the Host from hand to hand	A
	-
Each takes and then his visage wan	J
Is buried in his cowl once more	E
The cells the suffering Son of Man	K
Upon the wall the knee worn floor	E
And where they sleep that wooden bed	A
Which shall their coffin be when dead	A
	-
The library where tract and tome	H
Not to feed priestly pride are there	E
To hymn the conquering march of Rome	H
Nor yet to amuse as ours are	E
They paint of souls the inner strife	L
Their drops of blood their death in life	L
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The garden overgrown yet mild	A
See fragrant herbs are flowering there	E
Strong children of the Alpine wild	A
Whose culture is the brethren's care	E
Of human tasks their only one	M
And cheerful works beneath the sun	M
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Those halls too destined to contain	C
Each its own pilgrim host of old	A
From England Germany or Spain	C
All are before me I behold	A
The House the Brotherhood austere	E
And what am I that I am here	E
	-
For rigorous teachers seized my youth	N
And purged its faith and trimm'd its fire	E
Show'd me the high white star of Truth	N
There bade me gaze and there aspire	E
	-
Even now their whispers pierce the gloom	O
What dost thou in this living tomb	O
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Forgive me masters of the mind	A
At whose behest I long ago	P
So much unlearnt so much resign'd	A
I come not here to be your foe	P
I seek these anchorites not in ruth	N
To curse and to deny your truth	N
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Not as their friend or child I speak	Q
But as on some far northern strand	A
Thinking of his own Gods a Greek	Q
In pity and mournful awe might stand	A
Before some fallen Runic stone	R
For both were faiths and both are gone	S
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Wandering between two worlds one dead	A
The other powerless to be born	T
With nowhere yet to rest my head	A
Like these on earth I wait forlorn	T
Their faith my tears the world deride	A
I come to shed them at their side	A
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Oh hide me in your gloom profound	A
Ye solemn seats of holy pain	C
Take me cowl'd forms and fence me round	A
Till I possess my soul again	U
Till free my thoughts before me roll	V
Not chafed by hourly false control	V
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For the world cries your faith is now	W
But a dead time's exploded dream	X
My melancholy sciolists say	F
Is a pass'd mode an outworn theme	X
As if the world had ever had	A
A faith or sciolists been sad	A
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Ah if it be pass'd take away	F
At least the restlessness the pain	C
Be man henceforth no more a prey	F
To these out dated stings again	U
The nobleness of grief is gone	S
Ah leave us not the fret alone	R
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But if you cannot give us ease	D
Last of the race of them who grieve	Y
Here leave us to die out with these	D
Last of the people who believe	Y
Silent while years engrave the brow	W
Silent the best are silent now	W
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Achilles ponders in his tent	A
The kings of modern thought are dumb	G
Silent they are though not content	A
And wait to see the future come	G
They have the grief men had of yore	E
But they contend and cry no more	E
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Our fathers water'd with their tears	D
This sea of time whereon we sail	Z
Their voices were in all men's ears	D
We pass'd within their puissant hail	Z
Still the same ocean round us raves	D
But we stand mute and watch the waves	D
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For what avail'd it all the noise	D
And outcry of the former men	U
Say have their sons achieved more joys	D
Say is life lighter now than then	U
The sufferers died they left their pain	C
The pangs which tortured them remain	C
	-
What helps it now that Byron bore	E
With haughty scorn which mock'd the smart	A
Through Europe to the tolian shore	E
The pageant of his bleeding heart	A
That thousands counted every groan	R
And Europe made his woe her own	R
	-
What boots it Shelley that the breeze	D
Carried thy lovely wail away	F
Musical through Italian trees	D
Which fringe thy soft blue Spezzian bay	F
Inheritors of thy distress	D
Have restless hearts one throb the less	D
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Or are we easier to have read	A
O Obermann the sad stern page	A2
Which tells us how thou hidd'st thy head	A
From the fierce tempest of thine age	A2
In the lone brakes of Fontainebleau	P
Or chalets near the Alpine snow	P
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Ye slumber in your silent grave	B2
The world which for an idle day	F
Grace to your mood of sadness gave	B2
Long since hath flung her weeds away	F
The eternal trifler breaks your spell	C2
But we we learned your lore too well	C2
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Years hence perhaps may dawn an age	A2
More fortunate alas than we	D2
Which without hardness will be sage	A2
And gay without frivolity	D2
Sons of the world oh speed those years	D
But while we wait allow our tears	D
	-
Allow them We admire with awe	E2
The exulting thunder of your race	D
You give the universe your law	F2
You triumph over time and space	D
Your pride of life your tireless powers	D
We laud them but they are not ours	D
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We are like children rear'd in shade	A
Beneath some old world abbey wall	G2
Forgotten in a forest glade	A
And secret from the eyes of all	G2
Deep deep the greenwood round them waves	D
Their abbey and its close of graves	D
	-
But where the road runs near the stream	X
Oft through the trees they catch a glance	D
Of passing troops in the sun's beam	X
Pennon and plume and flashing lance	D
Forth to the world those soldiers fare	E
To life to cities and to war	E
	-
And through the wood another way	F
Faint bugle notes from far are borne	T
Where hunters gather staghounds bay	F
Round some fair forest lodge at morn	T
Gay dames are there in sylvan green	H2
Laughter and cries those notes between	H2
The banners flashing through the trees	D
	-
Make their blood dance and chain their eyes	D
That bugle music on the breeze	D
Arrests them with a charm'd surprise	D
Banner by turns and bugle woo	I2
Ye shy recluses follow too	I2
O children what do ye reply	J2
	-
'Action and pleasure will ye roam	H
Through these secluded dells to cry	J2
And call us but too late ye come	G
Too late for us your call ye blow	P
Whose bent was taken long ago	P
	-
'Long since we pace this shadow'd nave	B2
We watch those yellow tapers shine	K2
Emblems of hope over the grave	B2
In the high altar's depth divine	K2
The organ carries to our ear	E
Its accents of another sphere	E
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'Fenced early in this c	D2