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Look Seaward, Sentinel! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
Look seaward Sentinel and tell the land	B
What you behold	C
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Sentinel	D
I see the deep ploughed furrows of the main	E
Bristling with harvest funnel and keel and shroud	F
Heaving and hurrying hither through gale and cloud	F
Winged by their burdens argosies of grain	E
Flocks of strange breed and herds of southern strain	E
Fantastic stuffs and fruits of tropic bloom	G
Antarctic fleece and equatorial spice	H
Cargoes of cotton and flax and silk and rice	H
Food for the hearth and staples for the loom	G
Huge vats of sugar casks of wine and oil	I
Summoned from every sea to one sole shore	J
By Empire's sceptre the converging store	J
Of Trade's pacific universal spoil	I
And heaving and hurrying hitherward to bring	K
Tribute from every zone they lift their voices	L
And as a strong man revels and rejoices	L
They loudly and lustily chant and this the song they sing	K
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Chorus of Home coming Ships	L
From the uttermost bound	M
Of the wind and the foam	N
From creek and from sound	M
We are hastening home	N
We are laden with treasure	O
From ransacked seas	L
To charm your leisure	O
To grace your ease	L
We have trodden the billows	L
And tracked the ford	P
To soften your pillows	L
To heap your board	P
The hills have been shattered	Q
The forests scattered	Q
Our white sails tattered	Q
To swell your hoard	P
Is it blossom or fruit or	J
Seed you crave	R
The land is your suitor	O
The sea your slave	R
We have raced with the swallows	L
And threaded the floes	L
Where the walrus wallows	L
Mid melting snows	L
Sought regions torrid	S
And realms of sleet	T
To gem your forehead	U
To swathe your feet	T
And behold now we tender	O
With pennons unfurled	V
For your comfort and splendour	O
The wealth of the world	V
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II	A
Look landward Sentinel and tell the sea	L
What you behold	C
	-
Sentinel	D
I see a land of liberty and peace	L
Ancient in glory and strength but young in mien	W
Like immemorial forest Spring makes green	W
And whose boughs broaden as the years increase	L
Where ruminating hide and grazing fleece	L
Dapple lush meadows diapered with flowers	L
Lambs bleat birds carol rosy children roam	N
The glad hind whistles as he wendeth home	N
And red roofs nestle under gray church towers	L
Whose sons have in their fearless eyes the light	X
Of centuries of fame and battles won	Y
And Empire ranging roundward with the sun	Y
Whose fair frank daughters gleam upon the sight	X
Fresh as the dawn and florid as the Spring	K
And as from lowly porch and lordly dwelling	K
They sally forth and meet with voices swelling	K
Harmoniously they chant and this the song they sing	K
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Chorus of Islanders	L
Blest be the cliffs and the crags that girdle	D
Our island home	N
And blest thrice blest the tempests that scourge and curdle	D
The sea into foam	N
For the nations over the wave eat sleep and labour	O
In doubt and dread	U
The spear is the child at their threshold the naked sabre	O
The bride by their bed	U
But we behind bulwarks of brine and rampart of breakers	L
Year after year	O
Drop the seed in the drill and the furrow and harvest our acres	L
And feel no fear	O
While they wattle their flocks and remember the past and shudder	O
And finger the sword	P
Our lambs go safe to the ewes our calves to the udder	O
Our fruits to the board	P
Welcome the sleet that blinds and the blasts that buffet	Z
And welcome the roar	O
Of the storms that swoop on the sea and rend and rough it	A2
Around our shore	O
For in safety the yearling fattens the heifer browses	L
The herds increase	L
In safety we fondle our babes in safety our spouses	L
In safety freedom and peace	L
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III	A
Look again seaward but beyond the sea	L
And say what you behold	C
	-
Sentinel	D
I see weeping and wailing and the bridegroom ruthlessly torn	B2
From the clinging arms of the bride and I see and I hear	O
Clanking of steel and clarions clamouring clear	O
And suckling mothers wedded but forlorn	B2
Cradling their babes amid the half cut corn	B2
Whose fathers as the homely days grew ripe	C2
When fruits are plucked and mellow harvest stored	P
Felt the soft curving sickle from their gripe	C2
Timelessly wrenched and in its place a sword	P
And I see the nations like to restless waves	L
Surging against each other withal afraid	D2
To close and clash lest blade prove strong as blade	D2
And even the victor win but worthless graves	L
And wearying of the days and nights that bring	K
No respite nor reward they moan and murmur	O
Under their breath until with accents firmer	O
They sadly and surlily chant and this the song they sing	K
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Chorus of Armed Nations	L
How long shall we we only bear the burden	Y
And sweat beneath the strain	E
Of iron Peace while others gain the guerdon	E
And prosper on our pain	E
Lo in their fancied fortress girt with waters	L
That neither fall nor fail	D
They hear of rapine and they read of slaughters	L
As of some touching tale	D
No more they care to subjugate the billow	D
Or dominate the blast	E2
Supine they lie on the luxurious pillow	D
Of their resplendent Past	E2
Lulled into arrogant languor by the glories	L
Of their adventurous sires	L
They tell each other old heroic stories	L
By comfortable fires	L
Why should they pile up wealth who do not labour	O
Why sowing not should reap	F2
Let us steal out and with unslumbering sabre	O
Assassinate their sleep	F2
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IV	R
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Look again landward Sentinel and say	L
What there you now behold	C
	-
Sentinel	D
I see the sports deserted on the green	E
And song and revel hushed within the hall	D
And I hear strong voices to strong voices call	D
To muster round the shore in martial sheen	E
And north of Trent and south of Thames are seen	E
Furnace and forge and factory vomiting fire	O
While swarthy faces labouring through the night	X
On giant anvils giant hammers smite	X
From molten metal moulding hoop and tire	O
In port and arsenal rhythmic thunders ring	K
And through their gateways laden tumbrils rattle	D
And England's sinewy striplings trim for battle	D
In unison cheer and chant and this the song they sing	K
	-
Chorus of Islanders	L
Sweet are the ways of peace and sweet	X
The gales that fan the foam	N
That sports with silvery twinkling feet	X
Around our island home	N
But should the winds of battle shrill	D
And the billows crisp their mane	E
Down to the shore from vale from hill	D
From hamlet town and plain	E
The ocean our forefathers trod	X
In many a forest keel	D
Shall feel our feet once more but shod	X
With ligaments of steel	D
Ours is the Sea to rule to keep	F2
Our realm and if ye would	X
Challenge dominion of the deep	F2
Then make that challenge good	X
But ware ye lest your vauntings proud	X
Be coffined in the surge	G2
Our breakers be for you a shroud	X
Our battle song your dirge	G2
Peaceful within our peaceful home	N
We ply the loom and share	O
Peaceful above the peaceful foam	N
Our pennons float and fare	O
Bearing for other peaceful lands	L
Through sunshine storm and snow	D
The harvest of industrious hands	L
Peacefully to and fro	D
But so ye will it then our sails	L
The blasts of war shall swell	D
And hold and hulk now choked with bales	L
Be crammed with shot and shell	D
The waves impregnably shall bear	O
Our bulwarks on their breast	X
And eyes of steel unsleeping glare	O
Across each billowy crest	X
Along the trenches of the deep	F2
Unflinching faces shine	E
And Britain's stalwart sailors keep	F2
The bastions of the brine	E
Ocean itself from strand to strand	X
Our citadel shall be	L
And though the world together band	X
Not all the legions of the land	X
Shall ever wrest from England's hand	X
The Sceptre of the Sea	L