A Priest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFGFGF HIJIKKILMNNM OPOOPQKQK RIRRSSTIIUUTT

NATURE and he went ever hand in handA
Across the hills and down the lonely laneB
They captured starry shells upon the strandA
And lay enchanted by the musing mainB
So She who loved him for his love of herC
Made him the heir to traceries and signsD
On tiny children nigh too small to stirC
In great green plains of hazel leaf or vinesD
She taught the trouble of the nightingaleE
Revealed the velvet secret of the roseF
She breathed divinity into his heartG
That rare divinity of watching thoseF
Slow growths that make a nettle learn to dartG
The puny poison of its little throesF
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Her miracles motion butterfliesH
Rubies and sapphires skimming lily crestsI
Carved on a yellow petal with their eyeJ
Tranced by the beauty of their powdered breastsI
Seen in the mirror of a drop of dewK
He loved as friends and as a friend he knewK
The dust of gold and scarlet underwingsI
More precious was to him than nuggets tornL
From all invaded treasure crypts of timeM
And every floating painted silver beamN
Drew him to roses where it stayed to dreamN
Or down sweet avenues of scented limeM
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And Nature trained him tenderly to knowO
The rain of melodies in coverts heardP
Let him but catch the cadences that flowO
From hollybush or lilac elm or sloeO
And he would mate the music with the birdP
The faintest song a redstart ever sangQ
Was redstart s piping and the whitethroat knewK
No cunning trill no mazy shake that rangQ
Doubtful on ears unaided by the viewK
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But in his glory as a young pure priestR
In that great temple only roofed by starsI
An angel hastened from the sacred EastR
To reap the wisest and to leave the leastR
And as he moaned upon the couch of deathS
Breathing away his little share of breathS
All suddenly he sprang upright in bedT
Life like a ray poured fresh into his faceI
Flooding the hollow cheeks with passing graceI
He listened long then pointed up aboveU
Laughed a low laugh of boundless joy and loveU
That was a plover called he softly saidT
And on his wife s breast fell serenely deadT

Norman Rowland Gale



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