The Choirmaster's Burial Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCBAEFFDEGHHH IJIKLLMMNNHH OHHLLO PQRPRSMQMSTT UU

He often would ask usA
That when he diedB
After playing so manyC
To their last restD
If out of us anyC
Should here abideB
And it would not task usA
We would with our lutesE
Play over himF
By his grave brimF
The psalm he liked bestD
The one whose sense suitsE
Mount EphraimG
And perhaps we should seemH
To him in Death's dreamH
Like the seraphimH
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As soon as I knewI
That his spirit was goneJ
I thought this his dueI
And spoke thereuponK
I think said the vicarL
A read service quickerL
Than viols out of doorsM
In these frosts and hoarsM
That old fashioned wayN
Requires a fine dayN
And it seems to meH
It had better not beH
-
Hence that afternoonO
Though never knew heH
That his wish could not beH
To get through it fasterL
They buried the masterL
Without any tuneO
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But 'twas said that whenP
At the dead of next nightQ
The vicar looked outR
There struck on his kenP
Thronged roundaboutR
Where the frost was grayingS
The headstoned grassM
A band all in whiteQ
Like the saints in church glassM
Singing and playingS
The ancient staveT
By the choirmaster's graveT
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Such the tenor man toldU
When he had grown oldU

Thomas Hardy



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