Abbey Assaroe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Gray gray is Abbey Assaroe by Belashanny town | B |
It has neither door nor window the walls are broken down | B |
The carven stones lie scatter'd in briar and nettle bed | C |
The only feet are those that come at burial of the dead | C |
A little rocky rivulet runs murmuring to the tide | D |
Singing a song of ancient days in sorrow not in pride | D |
The boortree and the lightsome ash across the portal grow | E |
And heaven itself is now the roof of Abbey Assaroe | E |
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It looks beyond the harbour stream to Gulban mountain blue | F |
It hears the voice of Erna's fall Atlantic breakers too | F |
High ships go sailing past it the sturdy clank of oars | G |
Brings in the salmon boat to haul a net upon the shores | G |
And this way to his home creek when the summer day is done | H |
Slow sculls the weary fisherman across the setting sun | H |
While green with corn is Sheegus Hill his cottage white below | E |
But gray at every season is Abbey Assaroe | E |
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There stood one day a poor old man above its broken bridge | I |
He heard no running rivulet he saw no mountain ridge | I |
He turn'd his back on Sheegus Hill and view'd with misty sight | J |
The Abbey walls the burial ground with crosses ghostly white | J |
Under a weary weight of years he bow'd upon his staff | K |
Perusing in the present time the former's epitaph | K |
For gray and wasted like the walls a figure full of woe | E |
This man was of the blood of them who founded Assaroe | E |
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From Derry to Bundrowas Tower Tirconnell broad was theirs | L |
Spearmen and plunder bards and wine and holy Abbot's prayers | L |
With chanting always in the house which they had builded high | M |
To God and to Saint Bernard where at last they came to die | M |
At worst no workhouse grave for him the ruins of his race | N |
Shall rest among the ruin'd stones of this their saintly place | N |
The fond old man was weeping and tremulous and slow | E |
Along the rough and crooked lane he crept from Assaroe | E |
William Allingham
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