The Abbot Of Innisfallen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCDCEFGFHCGCHIGIJKGK JLELMNBNBOBO BPQPRSGSTBUBVMBMWCSC OXYXWZZZSOG GA2OB2CIS MMC2VJCE ICG BOBOD2SBSSBE2BMIF2IO PIPMGBGA | |
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The Abbot of Innisfallen | B |
awoke ere dawn of day | C |
Under the dewy green leaves | D |
went he forth to pray | C |
The lake around his island | E |
lay smooth and dark and deep | F |
And wrapt in a misty stillness | G |
the mountains were all asleep | F |
Low kneel'd the Abbot Cormac | H |
when the dawn was dim and gray | C |
The prayers of his holy office | G |
he faithfully 'gan say | C |
Low kneel'd the Abbot Cormac | H |
while the dawn was waxing red | I |
And for his sins' forgiveness | G |
a solemn prayer he said | I |
Low kneel'd that holy Abbot | J |
while the dawn was waxing clear | K |
And he pray'd with loving kindness | G |
for his convent brethren dear | K |
Low kneel'd that blessed Abbot | J |
while the dawn was waxing bright | L |
He pray'd a great prayer for Ireland | E |
he pray'd with all his might | L |
Low kneel'd that good old Father | M |
while the sun began to dart | N |
He pray'd a prayer for all men | B |
he pray'd it from his heart | N |
His blissful soul was in Heaven | B |
tho' a breathing man was he | O |
He was out of time's dominion | B |
so far as the living may be | O |
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The Abbot of Innisfallen | B |
arose upon his feet | P |
He heard a small bird singing | Q |
and O but it sung sweet | P |
It sung upon a holly bush | R |
this little snow white bird | S |
A song so full of gladness | G |
he never before had heard | S |
It sung upon a hazel | T |
it sung upon a thorn | B |
He had never heard such music | U |
since the hour that he was born | B |
It sung upon a sycamore | V |
it sung upon a briar | M |
To follow the song and hearken | B |
this Abbot could never tire | M |
Till at last he well bethought him | W |
he might no longer stay | C |
So he bless'd the little white singing bird | S |
and gladly went his way | C |
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But when he came to his Abbey | O |
he found a wondrous change | X |
He saw no friendly faces there | Y |
for every face was strange | X |
The strange men spoke unto him | W |
and he heard from all and each | Z |
The foreign tongue of the Sassenach | Z |
not wholesome Irish speech | Z |
Then the oldest monk came forward | S |
in Irish tongue spake he | O |
'Thou wearest the holy Augustine's dress | G |
and who hath given it to thee ' | - |
'I wear the Augustine's dress | G |
and Cormac is my name | A2 |
The Abbot of this good Abbey | O |
by grace of God I am | B2 |
I went forth to pray at the dawn of day | C |
and when my prayers were said | I |
I hearken'd awhile to a little bird | S |
that sung above my head ' | - |
The monks to him made answer | M |
'Two hundred years have gone o'er | M |
Since our Abbot Cormac went through the gate | C2 |
and never was heard of more | V |
Matthias now is our Abbot | J |
and twenty have pass'd away | C |
The stranger is lord of Ireland | E |
we live in an evil day ' | - |
'Days will come and go ' he said | I |
'and the world will pass away | C |
In Heaven a day is a thousand years | G |
a thousand years are a day ' | - |
'Now give me absolution | B |
for my time is come ' said he | O |
And they gave him absolution | B |
as speedily as might be | O |
Then close outside the window | D2 |
the sweetest song they heard | S |
That ever yet since the world began | B |
was utter'd by any bird | S |
The monks look'd out and saw the bird | S |
its feathers all white and clean | B |
And there in a moment beside it | E2 |
another white bird was seen | B |
Those two they sang together | M |
waved their white wings and fled | I |
Flew aloft and vanish'd | F2 |
but the good old man was dead | I |
They buried his blessed body | O |
where lake and green sward meet | P |
A carven cross above his head | I |
a holly bush at his feet | P |
Where spreads the beautiful water | M |
to gay or cloudy skies | G |
And the purple peaks of Killarney | B |
from ancient woods arise | G |
William Allingham
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