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Cragwell End Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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There's nothing I know of to make you spend	B
A day of your life at Cragwell End	B
It's a village quiet and grey and old	C
A little village tucked into a fold	C
A sort of valley not over wide	D
Of the hills that flank it on either side	D
There's a large grey church with a square stone tower	E
And a clock to mark you the passing hour	E
In a chime that shivers the village calm	F
With a few odd bits of the th psalm	G
A red brick Vicarage stands thereby	A
Breathing comfort and lapped in ease	H
With a row of elms thick trunked and high	A
And a bevy of rooks to caw in these	H
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'Tis there that the Revd Salvyn Bent	I
No tie could be neater or whiter than his tie	A
Maintains the struggle against dissent	I
An Oxford scholar ex Aede Christi	J
And there in his twenty minute sermons	K
He makes mince meat of the modern Germans	K
Defying their apparatus criticus	K
Like a brave old Vicar	E
A famous sticker	E
To Genesis Exodus and Leviticus	K
He enjoys himself like a hearty boy	L
Who finds his life for his needs the aptest	J
But the poisoned drop in his cup of joy	L
Is the Revd Joshua Fall the Baptist	J
An earnest man with a tongue that stings	K
The Vicar calls him a child of schism	M
Who has dared to utter some dreadful things	K
On the vices of sacerdotalism	M
And the ruination	N
Of education	N
By the Church of England Catechism	M
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Set in a circle of oak and beech	O
North of the village lies Cragwell Hall	P
And stretching far as the eye can reach	O
Over the slopes and beyond the fall	P
Of the hills so keeping their guard about it	J
That the north wind never may chill or flout it	J
Through forests as dense as that of Arden	N
With orchard and park and trim kept garden	N
And farms for pasture and farms for tillage	L
The Hall maintains its rule of the village	L
And in the Hall	P
Lived the lord of all	P
Girt round with all that our hearts desire	E
Of leisure and wealth the ancient Squire	Q
He was the purplest faced old man	N
Since ever the Darville race began	N
Pompous and purple faced and proud	J
With a portly girth and a voice so loud	J
You might have heard it a mile away	R
When he cheered the hounds on a hunting day	R
He was hard on dissenters and such encroachers	K
He was hard on sinners and hard on poachers	K
He talked of his rights as one who knew	N
That the pick of the earth to him was due	N
The right to this and the right to that	J
To the humble look and the lifted hat	J
The right to scold or evict a peasant	J
The right to partridge and hare and pheasant	J
The right to encourage discontent	J
By raising a hard worked farmer's rent	J
The manifest right to ride to hounds	K
Through his own or anyone else's grounds	K
The right to eat of the best by day	R
And to snore the whole of the night away	R
For his motto as often he explained	J
Was A Darville holds what a Darville gained	J
He tried to be just but that may be	J
Small merit in one who has most things free	J
And his neighbours averred	J
When they heard the word	J
Old Darville's a just man is he Bust his	K
Gills we could do without his justice	K
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II	A
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The village itself runs more or less	K
On the sinuous line of a letter S	K
Twining its little houses through	N
The twists of the street as our hamlets do	N
For no good reason so far as I know	N
Save that chance has arranged it so	N
It's a quaint old ramshackle moss grown place	K
Keeping its staid accustomed pace	K
Not moved at all by the rush and flurry	J
The mad tempestuous windy hurry	J
Of the big world tossing in rage and riot	J
While the village holds to its old world quiet	J
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There's a family grocer a family baker	E
A family butcher and sausage maker	E
A butcher proud of his craft and willing	S
To admit that his business in life is killing	S
Who parades a heart as soft as his meat's tough	T
There's a little shop for the sale of sweet stuff	T
There's a maker and mender of boots and shoes	K
Of the sort that the country people use	K
Studded with iron and clamped with steel	U
And stout as a ship from toe to heel	U
Who announces himself above his entry	J
As patronised by the leading gentry	J
There's an inn The George	L
There's a blacksmith's forge	L
And in the neat little inn's trim garden	N
The old men each with his own churchwarden	N
Bent and grey but gossipy fellows	K
Sip their innocent pints of beer	V
While the anvil notes ring high and clear	V
To the rushing bass of the mighty bellows	K
And thence they look on a cheerful scene	N
As the little ones play on the Village Green	N
Skipping about	J
With laugh and shout	J
As if no Darville could ever squire them	M
And nothing on earth could tame or tire them	M
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On the central point of the pleasant Green	N
The famous stone walled well is seen	N
Which has never stinted its ice cold waters	K
To generations of Cragwell's daughters	K
No matter how long the rain might fail	W
There was always enough for can and pail	W
Enough for them and enough to lend	J
To the dried out rivals of Cragwell End	J
An army might have been sent to raise	K
Enough for a thousand washing days	K
Crowded and crammed together in one day	J
One vast soap sudded and wash tubbed Monday	J
And however fast they might wind the winch	X
The water wouldn't have sunk an inch	X
For the legend runs that Crag the Saint	J
At the high noon tide of a summer's day	J
Thirsty spent with his toil and faint	J
To the site of the well once made his way	J
And there he saw a delightful rill	Y
And sat beside it and drank his fill	Y
Drank of the rill and found it good	J
Sitting at ease on a block of wood	J
And blessed the place and thenceforth never	E
The waters have ceased but they run for ever	E
They burnt St Crag so the stories say	J
And his ashes cast on the winds away	J
But the well survives and the block of wood	J
Stands nay stood where it always stood	J
And still was the village's pride and glory	J
On the day of which I shall tell my story	J
Gnarled and knotty and weather stained	J
Battered and cracked it still remained	J
And thither came	M
Footsore and lame	M
On an autumn evening a year ago	N
The wandering pedlar Gipsy Joe	N
Beside the block he stood and set	J
His table out on the well stones wet	J
Who'll buy Who'll buy was the call he cried	J
As the folk came flocking from every side	J
For they knew their Gipsy Joe of old	J
His free wild words and his laughter bold	J
So high and low all gathered together	E
By the village well in the autumn weather	E
Lured by the gipsy's bargain chatter	E
And the reckless lilt of his hare brained patter	E
And there the Revd Salvyn Bent	J
The parish church's ornament	J
Stood as it chanced in discontent	J
And eyed with a look that was almost sinister	E
The Revd Joshua Fall the minister	E
And the Squire it happened was riding by	A
With an angry look in his bloodshot eye	A
Growling as was his wont and grunting	S
At the wasted toil of a bad day's hunting	S
And he stopped his horse on its homeward way	J
To hear what the gipsy had to say	J
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III	A
	-
Then the pedlar called to the crowd to hear	Z
And his voice rang loud and his voice rang clear	V
And he lifted his head and began to troll	A2
The whimsical words of his rigmarole	A2
	-
Since last I talked to you here I've hurled	J
My lone way over the wide wide world	J
South and North and West and East	J
I've fought with man and I've fought with beast	J
And I've opened the gates and cleared the bar	B2
That blocks the road to the morning star	B2
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I've seen King Pharaoh sitting down	N
On his golden throne in his jewelled crown	N
With wizards fanning like anything	S
To cool the face of the mighty King	S
But the King said 'Wizards are off ' said he	J
'Let Joseph the gipsy talk to me '	-
	-
So I sat by the King and began to spout	J
As the day drew in and the sun went out	J
And I sat by the King and spun my tale	A2
Till the light returned and the night grew pale	A2
And none of the Wizards blinked or stirred	J
While the King sat drinking it word by word	J
	-
Then he gave me rubies and diamonds old	J
He gave me masses of minted gold	J
He gave me all that a King can give	C2
The right to live and to cease to live	D2
Whenever and that'll be soon I know	N
The days are numbered of Gipsy Joe	N
	-
Then I went and I wandered on and on	N
Till I came to the kingdom of Prester John	N
And there I stood on a crystal stool	A2
And sang the song of 'The First Wise Fool'	A2
Oh I sang it low and I sang it high	A
Till John he whimpered and piped his eye	A
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Then I drew a tooth from the lively jaw	L
Of the Prester's ebony Aunt in law	L
And he bubbled and laughed so long d'you see	J
That his wife looked glum and I had to flee	J
So I fled to the place where the Rajahs grow	N
A place where they wanted Gipsy Joe	N
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The Rajahs summoned the turbaned hordes	K
And gave me sheaves of their inlaid swords	K
And the Shah of Persia next I saw	L
Who's brother and friend to the Big Bashaw	L
And he sent me a rope of turquoise stones	K
The size of a giant's knuckle bones	K
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But a little brown Pygmie took my hand	J
And rattled me fast to a silver strand	J
Where the little brown Pygmie boys and girls	K
Are cradled and rocked to sleep in pearls	K
And the Pygmies flattered me soft and low	N
'You are tall be King of us Gipsy Joe '	-
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I governed them well for half a year	V
But it came to an end and now I'm here	Z
Oh I've opened the gates and cleared the bar	B2
And I've come I've come to my friends from far	B2
I'm old and broken I'm lame and tired	J
But I've come to the friends my soul desired	J
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So it's watches and lockets and who will buy	A
It's ribbon and lace and they're not priced high	A
If you're out for a ring or a golden chain	N
You can't look over my tray in vain	N
And here is a balsam made of drops	K
From a tree that's grown by the AEthiops	K
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I've a chip of the tooth of a mastodont	J
That's sure to give you the girl you want	J
I've a packet of spells to make men sigh	A
For the lustrous glance of your liquid eye	A
But it's much too dark for such wondrous wares	K
So back stand back while I light my flares	K
	-
Then he lit a match but his fingers fumbled	J
And striking his foot on a stone he stumbled	J
And the match released by the sudden shock	E2
Fell in flame on the old wood block	E2
And burnt there very quietly	J
But before you could have counted three	J
Hardly giving you time to shout	J
A red blue column of fire shot out	J
Up and up and ever higher	E
A marvellous burst of raging fire	E
Lighting the crowd that shrank from its flashes	K
And so decreasing	S
And suddenly ceasing	S
As the seat of St Crag was burnt to ashes	K
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But in the smoke that drifted on the Green	N
Queer freaks of vision weirdly wrought were seen	N
For on that shifting background each one saw	K
His own reflection and recoiled in awe	F2
Saw himself there a bright light shining through him	M
Not as he thought himself but as men knew him	M
Before this sudden and revealing sense	K
Each rag of sham each tatter of pretence	K
Withered and vanished as dissolved in air	G2
And left the shuddering human creature bare	G2
But when they turned and looked upon a friend	J
They saw a sight that all but made amend	J
For they beheld him as a radiant spirit	J
Indued with virtue and surpassing merit	J
Not vain or dull or mean or keen for pelf	A
But splendid as he mostly saw himself	A
Darville and Fall were drawn to one another	E
And both to Bent as to their heart's own brother	E
And a strange feeling grew in every breast	J
A self defeating altruistic zest	J
Which from that moment's flash composed their strife	A
Informed their nature and controlled their life	A
But when they sought the Gipsy him they found	J
His dark eyes staring dead upon the ground	J