Apostrophe To An Old Psalm Tune Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDD EFFGG DHHDD IJJDD GKKEE ILLMN EDDII O

I met you first ah when did I first meet youA
When I was full of wonder and innocentB
Standing meek eyed with those of choric bentC
While dimming day grew dimmerD
In the pulpit glimmerD
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Much riper in years I met you in a templeE
Where summer sunset streamed upon our shapesF
And you spread over me like a gauze that drapesF
And flapped from floor to raftersG
Sweet as angels' laughtersG
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But you had been stripped of some of your old vestureD
By Monk or another Now you wore no frillH
And at first you startled me But I knew you stillH
Though I missed the minim's waverD
And the dotted quaverD
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I grew accustomed to you thus And you hailed meI
Through one who evoked you often Then at lastJ
Your raiser was borne off and I mourned you had passedJ
From my life with your late outsetterD
Till I said 'Tis betterD
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But you waylaid me I rose and went as a ghost goesG
And said eyes full I'll never hear it againK
It is overmuch for scathed and memoried menK
When sitting among strange peopleE
Under their steepleE
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Now a new stirrer of tones calls you up before meI
And wakes your speech as she of Endor didL
When sought by Saul who in disguises hidL
Fell down on the earth to hear itM
Samuel's spiritN
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So your quired oracles beat till they make me trembleE
As I discern your mien in the old attireD
Here in these turmoiled years of belligerent fireD
Living still on and onward maybeI
Till Doom's great day beI
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Sunday AugustO

Thomas Hardy



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