A Priest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFGFGF HIJIKKILMNNM OPOOPQKQK RIRRSSTIIUUTTNATURE and he went ever hand in hand | A |
Across the hills and down the lonely lane | B |
They captured starry shells upon the strand | A |
And lay enchanted by the musing main | B |
So She who loved him for his love of her | C |
Made him the heir to traceries and signs | D |
On tiny children nigh too small to stir | C |
In great green plains of hazel leaf or vines | D |
She taught the trouble of the nightingale | E |
Revealed the velvet secret of the rose | F |
She breathed divinity into his heart | G |
That rare divinity of watching those | F |
Slow growths that make a nettle learn to dart | G |
The puny poison of its little throes | F |
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Her miracles motion butterflies | H |
Rubies and sapphires skimming lily crests | I |
Carved on a yellow petal with their eye | J |
Tranced by the beauty of their powdered breasts | I |
Seen in the mirror of a drop of dew | K |
He loved as friends and as a friend he knew | K |
The dust of gold and scarlet underwings | I |
More precious was to him than nuggets torn | L |
From all invaded treasure crypts of time | M |
And every floating painted silver beam | N |
Drew him to roses where it stayed to dream | N |
Or down sweet avenues of scented lime | M |
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And Nature trained him tenderly to know | O |
The rain of melodies in coverts heard | P |
Let him but catch the cadences that flow | O |
From hollybush or lilac elm or sloe | O |
And he would mate the music with the bird | P |
The faintest song a redstart ever sang | Q |
Was redstart s piping and the whitethroat knew | K |
No cunning trill no mazy shake that rang | Q |
Doubtful on ears unaided by the view | K |
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But in his glory as a young pure priest | R |
In that great temple only roofed by stars | I |
An angel hastened from the sacred East | R |
To reap the wisest and to leave the least | R |
And as he moaned upon the couch of death | S |
Breathing away his little share of breath | S |
All suddenly he sprang upright in bed | T |
Life like a ray poured fresh into his face | I |
Flooding the hollow cheeks with passing grace | I |
He listened long then pointed up above | U |
Laughed a low laugh of boundless joy and love | U |
That was a plover called he softly said | T |
And on his wife s breast fell serenely dead | T |
Norman Rowland Gale
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