The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The Harp in lowliness obeyedA
And first we sang of the greenwood shadeA
And a solitary MaidA
Beginning where the song must endB
With her and with her sylvan FriendB
The Friend who stood before her sightC
Her only unextinguished lightC
Her last companion in a dearthD
Of love upon a hopeless earthD
For She it was this Maid who wroughtE
Meekly with foreboding thoughtE
In vermeil colours and in goldF
An unblest work which standing byG
Her Father did with joy beholdF
Exulting in its imageryH
A Banner fashioned to fulfilI
Too perfectly his headstrong willI
For on this Banner had her handJ
Embroidered such her Sire's commandJ
The sacred Cross and figured thereK
The five dear wounds our Lord did bearK
Full soon to be uplifted highG
And float in rueful companyH
It was the time when England's QueenL
Twelve years had reigned a Sovereign dreadM
Nor yet the restless crown had beenN
Disturbed upon her virgin headM
But now the inly working NorthO
Was ripe to send its thousands forthO
A potent vassalage to fightC
In Percy's and in Neville's rightC
Two Earls fast leagued in discontentP
Who gave their wishes open ventP
And boldly urged a general pleaH
The rites of ancient pietyH
To be triumphantly restoredQ
By the stern justice of the swordQ
And that same Banner on whose breastR
The blameless Lady had exprestR
Memorials chosen to give lifeS
And sunshine to a dangerous strifeS
That Banner waiting for the CallI
Stood quietly in Rylstone hallI
It came and Francis Norton saidR
O Father rise not in this frayT
The hairs are white upon your headR
Dear Father hear me when I sayT
It is for you too late a dayT
Bethink you of your own good nameU
A just and gracious Queen have weH
A pure religion and the claimU
Of peace on our humanityH
'Tis meet that I endure your scornV
I am your son your eldest bornV
But not for lordship or for landR
My Father do I clasp your kneesW
The Banner touch not stay your handR
This multitude of men disbandR
And live at home in blameless easeW
For these my brethren's sake for meH
And most of all for EmilyH
Tumultuous noises filled the hallI
And scarcely could the Father hearX
That name pronounced with a dying fallI
The name of his only Daughter dearY
As on the banner which stood nearY
He glanced a look of holy prideR
And his moist eyes were glorifiedR
Then did he seize the staff and sayT
Thou Richard bear'st thy father's nameU
Keep thou this ensign till the dayT
When I of thee require the sameU
Thy place be on my better handR
And seven as true as thou I seeH
Will cleave to this good cause and meH
He spake and eight brave sons straightwayH
All followed him a gallant bandR
Thus with his sons when forth he cameU
The sight was hailed with loud acclaimU
And din of arms and minstrelsyH
From all his warlike tenantryY
All horsed and harnessed with him to rideR
A voice to which the hills repliedR
But Francis in the vacant hallI
Stood silent under dreary weightR
A phantasm in which roof and wallI
Shook tottered swam before his sightR
A phantasm like a dream of nightR
Thus overwhelmed and desolateR
He found his way to a postern gateR
And when he waked his languid eyeG
Was on the calm and silent skyG
With air about him breathing sweetR
And earth's green grass beneath his feetR
Nor did he fail ere long to hearY
A sound of military cheerY
Faint but it reached that sheltered spotR
He heard and it disturbed him notR
There stood he leaning on a lanceH
Which he had grasped unknowinglyH
Had blindly grasped in that strong tranceH
That dimness of heart agonyH
There stood he cleansed from the despairY
And sorrow of his fruitless prayerY
The past he calmly hath reviewedR
But where will be the fortitudeR
Of this brave man when he shall seeH
That Form beneath the spreading treeH
And know that it is EmilyH
He saw her where in open viewZ
She sate beneath the spreading yewZ
Her head upon her lap concealingA2
In solitude her bitter feelingA2
Might ever son 'command' a sireY
The act were justified to dayT
This to himself and to the MaidR
Whom now he had approached he saidR
Gone are they they have their desireY
And I with thee one hour will stayT
To give thee comfort if I mayT
She heard but looked not up nor spakeB2
And sorrow moved him to partakeB2
Her silence then his thoughts turned roundR
And fervent words a passage foundR
Gone are they bravely though misledR
With a dear Father at their headR
The Sons obey a natural lordR
The Father had given solemn wordR
To noble Percy and a forceH
Still stronger bends him to his courseH
This said our tears to day may fallI
As at an innocent funeralI
In deep and awful channel runsH
This sympathy of Sire and SonsH
Untried our Brothers have been lovedR
With heart by simple nature movedR
And now their faithfulness is provedR
For faithful we must call them bearingA2
That soul of conscientious daringA2
There were they all in circle thereY
Stood Richard Ambrose ChristopherY
John with a sword that will not failI
And Marmaduke in fearless mailI
And those bright Twins were side by sideR
And there by fresh hopes beautifiedR
Stood He whose arm yet lacks the powerY
Of man our youngest fairest flowerY
I by the right of eldest bornV
And in a second father's placeH
Presumed to grapple with their scornV
And meet their pity face to faceH
Yea trusting in God's holy aidR
I to my Father knelt and prayedR
And one the pensive MarmadukeC2
Methought was yielding inwardlyH
And would have laid his purpose byG
But for a glance of his Father's eyeG
Which I myself could scarcely brookD2
Then be we each and all forgivenE2
Thou chiefly thou my Sister dearY
Whose pangs are registered in heavenE2
The stifled sigh the hidden tearY
And smiles that dared to take their placeH
Meek filial smiles upon thy faceH
As that unhallowed Banner grewZ
Beneath a loving old Man's viewZ
Thy part is done thy painful partR
Be thou then satisfied in heartR
A further though far easier taskF2
Than thine hath been my duties askF2
With theirs my efforts cannot blendR
I cannot for such cause contendR
Their aims I utterly forswearY
But I in body will be thereY
Unarmed and naked will I goG2
Be at their side come weal or woeG2
On kind occasions I may waitR
See hear obstruct or mitigateR
Bare breast I take and an empty handR
Therewith he threw away the lanceH
Which he had grasped in that strong tranceH
Spurned it like something that would standR
Between him and the pure intentR
Of love on which his soul was bentR
For thee for thee is left the senseH
Of trial past without offenceH
To God or man such innocenceH
Such consolation and the excessH
Of an unmerited distressH
In that thy very strength must lieG
O Sister I could prophesyH
The time is come that rings the knellI
Of all we loved and loved so wellI
Hope nothing if I thus may speakH2
To thee a woman and thence weakH2
Hope nothing I repeat for weH
Are doomed to perish utterlyH
'Tis meet that thou with me divideR
The thought while I am by thy sideR
Acknowledging a grace in thisH
A comfort in the dark abyssH
But look not for me when I am goneI2
And be no farther wrought uponJ2
Farewell all wishes all debateR
All prayers for this cause or for thatR
Weep if that aid thee but dependR
Upon no help of outward friendR
Espouse thy doom at once and cleaveK2
To fortitude without reprieveK2
For we must fall both we and oursH
This Mansion and these pleasant bowersH
Walks pools and arbours homestead hallI
Our fate is theirs will reach them allI
The young horse must forsake his mangerY
And learn to glory in a StrangerY
The hawk forget his perch the houndR
Be parted from his ancient groundR
The blast will sweep us all awayT
One desolation one decayT
And even this Creature which words sayingA2
He pointed to a lovely DoeG2
A few steps distant feeding strayingA2
Fair creature and more white than snowG2
Even she will to her peaceful woodsH
Return and to her murmuring floodsH
And be in heart and soul the sameU
She was before she hither cameU
Ere she had learned to love us allI
Herself beloved in Rylstone hallI
But thou my Sister doomed to beH
The last leaf on a blasted treeH
If not in vain we breathed the breathL2
Together of a purer faithM2
If hand in hand we have been ledR
And thou O happy thought this dayT
Not seldom foremost in the wayT
If on one thought our minds have fedR
And we have in one meaning readR
If when at home our private wealI
Hath suffered from the shock of zealI
Together we have learned to prizeH
Forbearance and self sacrificeH
If we like combatants have faredR
And for this issue been preparedR
If thou art beautiful and youthN2
And thought endue thee with all truthN2
Be strong be worthy of the graceH
Of God and fill thy destined placeH
A Soul by force of sorrows highG
Uplifted to the purest skyG
Of undisturbed humanityH
He ended or she heard no moreY
He led her from the yew tree shadeR
And at the mansion's silent doorY
He kissed the consecrated MaidR
And down the valley then pursuedR
Alone the armed MultitudeR

William Wordsworth



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