The Great Beech Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBB CCDDD EEFFF GGHHH IIGGG GGJJJ KKLMM KKGGG GGGGG GGGGG GGGGG NNGGG OOJJJ PPQQQ RRSST UUGGG VVNNW MLXXX

With heart disposed to memory let me standA
Near this monarch and this minstrel of the landA
Now that Dian leans so lovely from her carB
Illusively brought near by seeming falsely farB
In yon illustrious summit sways the tangled evening starB
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From trembling towers of greenery there heavesC
In glorious curves a precipice of leavesC
Superbly rolls thy passionate voice alongD
Withstander of the tempest grim and strongD
When at the wind's imperative thou burstest into songD
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Still must I love thy gentle music mostE
Utterly innocent of challenge or of boastE
And playmate of the sun's adoring beamF
Close kindred to thy softer tremblings seemF
The sighs of her I covet when she kindles in a dreamF
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Oft at thy branching altar have I kneltG
Searched for the secret and thy lesson speltG
Before the athletes of the night had doneH
Their starry toil and joyous beams had runH
To melt the ancient silversmith who loves the set of sunH
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When Spring was budding in my heart anewI
Thy prayer for foliage soared into the blueI
Within thy branches myriad children heardG
Pale were their lips and fingers as they stirredG
And promised leafiness enough to tempt thy favourite birdG
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Quick was the wonder to amaze my sightG
Where stood the leafless suppliant towered a knightG
Green to the helm and touching lips with MayJ
Far on the hill the wheatstalks stopped from playJ
To call across the valley love to leaves more fine than theyJ
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Then wert thou vocal hospitable kingK
Safe in thy heart the birds were glad to singK
For dove and stormcock to thy breast had comeL
And at the perfect hour a moony foamM
And starlight fell upon the thrush that made thy bosom homeM
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As gentle gatherer of the weary wingK
Happy to quaff from the eternal springK
That damps the woodwren's feather swollen breastG
Thou lendest to my heart a deeper restG
Working with priceless balm a miracle for thy guestG
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On thee in green and sunshine greatly stoledG
Thy kindred of the undulating woldG
Obeisance as befits their stature spendG
Sweet is the embassy with wind for friendG
When lofty limes of Todenham Church their fragrant homage sendG
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Rightly they worship Rightly comes the maidG
To look for love beneath thy bounteous shadeG
Rightly as these the village children hasteG
And with their sunburned fingers interlacedG
Fasten a living girdle round thy cool and stalwart waistG
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For games and grief thou hast an equal heartG
Giving to all petitioners the needed partG
Often I ask the shape of him who fledG
To drink of knowledge at the fountain headG
He pulses in the shadow as a fugitive from the deadG
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Old noble of the county once we twainN
Beneath thy roof discoursed of bliss and painN
And looking upward for the star ContentG
Laughed deep at soul to watch the sunbeams sentG
In coveys glittering all along the field of firmamentG
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If ever the travelled spirit can returnO
Where once in earthly bliss 'twas proud to burnO
In hard won triumph over resolute clayJ
'Tis here my friend shall fold his wings and stayJ
To fill my unforgetting heart with tremulous holidayJ
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The tryst is here Brother I shall not failP
Whether in Summer's ripeness Winter's hailP
Come most in Autumn's sympathetic charmsQ
When opal hazes touch the red roofed farmsQ
And in the night the beech tree holds the red moon in his armsQ
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And tell me Brother if the shining planR
Of resurrection chooses only manR
If every friend of plain and upland diesS
For I would have this turreted tree ariseS
To lord it over beeches in the forest of ParadiseT
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Fast in the ample chamber of his boleU
There dwells perchance an unintelligible soulU
Destined to tower in some celestial woldG
Where you and I conversing as of oldG
May watch the Alps of Heaven become as mountains made of goldG
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Or bend to watch how cunningly the earthV
Tangles our kin in webs of tears and mirthV
And soils them even as they fly the stainN
And seeing this may find that Heaven is vainN
To keep earth broken hearts from breaking in Heaven againW
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Till shines the hour when Home is truly HomeM
With all the brave and dear familiars comeL
Assembled ripely in the lustrous sheafX
Of Love and radiant in divine reliefX
From Joy that used to spoil the earth by whispering to GriefX

Norman Rowland Gale



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