The Olive Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEFGDBEABHIHBJKF BGGLLMMENNOOPPQRQSTU MSVBUBWTIWBI BBBXBYZBYZXBBOUUBBBW BA2B2B2ABC2D2E2D2E2C 2BF2F2BG2BG2BBBRA2BB BBBBZBBBBBI have heard a friar say | A |
That the Olive learned to pray | A |
In Gethsemane | B |
A holy man was he | C |
Jacopo by name | D |
All upon his bended knees | E |
From Jerusalem | F |
He crossed Kedron brook | G |
And to the garden came | D |
Of Gethsemane | B |
And the very olive trees | E |
Are there to this day | A |
And I would have you know | B |
For I loved to hear him speak | H |
Good Friar Jacopo | I |
That on an Easter week | H |
In the time long ago | B |
Of bloody Pilate 'King of Rome ' | J |
Lord Jesus | K |
To the garden gate did come | F |
Of Gethsemane | B |
And as He came at the dear look | G |
O' the Lord a sudden shudder shook | G |
The wood and wooden moans and groans | L |
Allowed the silence of the stones | L |
The stones that next day as 'tis said | M |
Oped their mouths and spake the dead | M |
And when He bent His sacred knees | E |
The shame of limbs that could not bend | N |
Suppled every bough's end | N |
To a lythe | O |
And pliant wythe | O |
But ere He spake a silent stood | P |
Every tree in all the wood | P |
And the silence began to fill | Q |
Inly as the ears with blood | R |
When the outer world is still | Q |
And when He spake at the first | S |
'Let this cup' did somewhat swell | T |
Every twig and tip asunder | U |
Like the silence in the head | M |
When the veins are nigh to burst | S |
And at the second was nothing seer | V |
To stir but all the swollen green | B |
Blackened as a cloud with thunder | U |
But in the final agony | B |
When His anguish brake its bands | W |
And the bloody sweat down fell | T |
At the third 'Let this cup' | I |
As He lifted up His hands | W |
Black drops fell from every tree | B |
And all the forest lifted up | I |
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The Lord went to Calvary | B |
Well perhaps for you and me | B |
Brother who being men are fain | B |
To profit by the blessed loss | X |
That quivers overhead while we | B |
At the foot of the cross mast | Y |
With the hereditary face | Z |
Reckon up our selfish gain | B |
Rend his sacred weeds and cast | Y |
Lots for the vesture of His grace | Z |
Aye at the dabbled foot of the Cross | X |
While that dear blood doth flow | B |
The Olive cannot chaffer so | B |
Not being a man altho' | O |
Since the pallors of that hour | U |
It hath kept a human power | U |
And is not quite a tree | B |
Now and then | B |
Round the unbelief of men | B |
It lifts up praying hands | W |
Because it is so much a tree | B |
And cannot tell its tale | A2 |
Nor reach | B2 |
To clear its knowledge into speech | B2 |
And whether on that awful day | A |
In Gethsemane | B |
There was wind | C2 |
Or whether because day and night | D2 |
And day again all winds that blew | E2 |
From the City on the height | D2 |
Shuddered with the things they knew | E2 |
I know not but you shall find | C2 |
An Almighty Memory | B |
That yearly grows and flowers and fruits | F2 |
And strikes the blindness of its roots | F2 |
And suckers forth but howsoe'er | B |
It blindly beat itself beyond | G2 |
Its planted first can do no more | B |
Than stretch the measure of its bond | G2 |
And shape as it had shaped before | B |
The arborous passion that can ne'er | B |
Be paroled into shriving air | B |
Sicken in the leafy blood | R |
And turn it deadly pale | A2 |
And as when a strong malady | B |
Of tertian and quatertian pain | B |
Turning the cause whence it began | B |
Into the woe of man | B |
By loops and conduits else too fine | B |
For an incarnadine | B |
Hath shaken shaken it from the body into space | Z |
When life and health again co reign | B |
And all youth's rosy cheer | B |
Tunes every nerve and summers every vein | B |
Some crucial habit of the brain | B |
Sudden repeats the unforgotten throe | B |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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