A Midsummer Holiday:- Ix. On The Verge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCCDCDABABBCCDCD ABABBCCDDDDDDDD

Here begins the sea that ends not till the world's end Where we standA
Could we know the next high sea mark set beyond these waves that gleamB
We should know what never man hath known nor eye of man hath scannedA
Nought beyond these coiling clouds that melt like fume of shrines that steamB
Breaks or stays the strength of waters till they pass our bounds of dreamB
Where the waste Land's End leans westward all the seas it watches rollC
Find their border fixed beyond them and a worldwide shore's controlC
These whereby we stand no shore beyond us limits these are freeD
Gazing hence we see the water that grows iron round the PoleC
From the shore that hath no shore beyond it set in all the seaD
Sail on sail along the sea line fades and flashes here on landA
Flash and fade the wheeling wings on wings of mews that plunge and screamB
Hour on hour along the line of life and time's evasive strandA
Shines and darkens wanes and waxes slays and dies and scarce they seemB
More than motes that thronged and trembled in the brief noon's breath and beamB
Some with crying and wailing some with notes like sound of bells that tollC
Some with sighing and laughing some with words that blessed and made us wholeC
Passed and left us and we know not what they were nor what were weD
Would we know being mortal Never breath of answering whisper stoleC
From the shore that hath no shore beyond it set in all the seaD
Shadows would we question darkness Ere our eyes and brows be fannedA
Round with airs of twilight washed with dews from sleep's eternal streamB
Would we know sleep's guarded secret Ere the fire consume the brandA
Would it know if yet its ashes may requicken yet we deemB
Surely man may know or ever night unyoke her starry teamB
What the dawn shall be or if the dawn shall be not yea the scrollC
Would we read of sleep's dark scripture pledge of peace or doom of doleC
Ah but here man's heart leaps yearning toward the gloom with venturous gleeD
Though his pilot eye behold nor bay nor harbour rock nor shoalD
From the shore that hath no shore beyond it set in all the seaD
Friend who knows if death indeed have life or life have death for goalD
Day nor night can tell us nor may seas declare nor skies unrollD
What has been from everlasting or if aught shall always beD
Silence answering only strikes response reverberate on the soulD
From the shore that hath no shore beyond it set in all the seaD

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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