An Inscription Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEFGHIIJJKKLMNN JJOOPP

At this fair oak table satA
Whilom he our LaureateB
Poet handicraftsman sageC
Light of our Victorian ageC
William Morris whose art's planD
Laid its lines in ample spanD
Wrought it trestle board and ribE
With good help of Philip WebbF
For an altar of carouseG
In his own home the Red HouseH
Thirty years and five here heI
Made good cheer and companyI
Feasting all with more than breadJ
Had men stored the things he saidJ
Jests profound and foolings wiseK
Truths unliveried of liesK
Basenesses chastised and setL
Like hounds slain beneath his feetM
Knowledge prodigally pouredN
His best wine at this free boardN
Nay if but the crumbs he shedJ
Nightly round of heart and headJ
Gleaned had we not this good hallO
Half the wonders might installO
Wit's wealth lost which now must sleepP
Dumb when we have ceased to weepP

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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