Henry The Hermit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGEHEIJEIKEELMN EOPQR ESETEUVEDEEWSESSESXS YE ZSEA2SSEPEEE R

It was a little island where he dweltA
Or rather a lone rock barren and bleakB
Short scanty herbage spotting with dark spotsC
Its gray stone surface Never marinerD
Approach'd that rude and uninviting coastE
Nor ever fisherman his lonely barkF
Anchored beside its shore It was a placeG
Befitting well a rigid anchoretE
Dead to the hopes and vanities and joysH
And purposes of life and he had dweltE
Many long years upon that lonely isleI
For in ripe manhood he abandoned armsJ
Honours and friends and country and the worldE
And had grown old in solitude That isleI
Some solitary man in other timesK
Had made his dwelling place and Henry foundE
The little chapel that his toil had builtE
Now by the storms unroofed his bed of leavesL
Wind scattered and his grave o'ergrown with grassM
And thistles whose white seeds winged in vainN
Withered on rocks or in the waves were lostE
So he repaired the chapel's ruined roofO
Clear'd the grey lichens from the altar stoneP
And underneath a rock that shelter'd himQ
From the sea blasts he built his hermitageR
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The peasants from the shore would bring him foodE
And beg his prayers but human converse elseS
He knew not in that utter solitudeE
Nor ever visited the haunts of menT
Save when some sinful wretch on a sick bedE
Implored his blessing and his aid in deathU
That summons he delayed not to obeyV
Tho' the night tempest or autumnal windE
Maddened the waves and tho' the marinerD
Albeit relying on his saintly loadE
Grew pale to see the peril So he livedE
A most austere and self denying manW
Till abstinence and age and watchfulnessS
Exhausted him and it was pain at lastE
To rise at midnight from his bed of leavesS
And bend his knees in prayer Yet not the lessS
Tho' with reluctance of infirmityE
He rose at midnight from his bed of leavesS
And bent his knees in prayer but with more zealX
More self condemning fervour rais'd his voiceS
For pardon for that sin 'till that the sinY
Repented was a joy like a good deedE
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One night upon the shore his chapel bellZ
Was heard the air was calm and its far soundsS
Over the water came distinct and loudE
Alarmed at that unusual hour to hearA2
Its toll irregular a monk aroseS
The boatmen bore him willingly acrossS
For well the hermit Henry was belovedE
He hastened to the chapel on a stoneP
Henry was sitting there cold stiff and deadE
The bell rope in his band and at his feetE
The lamp that stream'd a long unsteady lightE
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Footnote This story is related in the English MartyrologyR

Robert Southey



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