A Midsummer Holiday:- Vii. In The Water Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCCDCDABABBCCDCD ABABBCCDCDCCDCD

The sea is awake and the sound of the song of the joy of her waking is rolledA
From afar to the star that recedes from anear to the wastes of the wild wide shoreB
Her call is a trumpet compelling us homeward if dawn in her east be acoldA
From the sea shall we crave not her grace to rekindle the life that it kindled beforeB
Her breath to requicken her bosom to rock us her kisses to bless as of yoreB
For the wind with his wings half open at pause in the sky neither fettered nor freeC
Leans waveward and flutters the ripple to laughter and fain would the twain of us beC
Where lightly the wave yearns forward from under the curve of the deep dawn's domeD
And full of the morning and fired with the pride of the glory thereof and the gleeC
Strike out from the shore as the heart in us bids and beseeches athirst for the foamD
Life holds not an hour that is better to live in the past is a tale that is toldA
The future a sun flecked shadow alive and asleep with a blessing in storeB
As we give us again to the waters the rapture of limbs that the waters enfoldA
Is less than the rapture of spirit whereby though the burden it quits were soreB
Our souls and the bodies they wield at their will are absorbed in the life they adoreB
In the life that endures no burden and bows not the forehead and bends not the kneeC
In the life everlasting of earth and of heaven in the laws that atone and agreeC
In the measureless music of things in the fervour of forces that rest or that roamD
That cross and return and reissue as I after you and as you after meC
Strike out from the shore as the heart in us bids and beseeches athirst for the foamD
For albeit he were less than the least of them haply the heart of a man may be boldA
To rejoice in the word of the sea as a mother's that saith to the son she boreB
Child was not the life in thee mine and my spirit the breath in thy lips from of oldA
Have I let not thy weakness exult in my strength and thy foolishness learn of my loreB
Have I helped not or healed not thine anguish or made not the might of thy gladness moreB
And surely his heart should answer The light of the love of my life is in theeC
She is fairer than earth and the sun is not fairer the wind is not blither than sheC
From my youth hath she shown me the joy of her bays that I crossed of her cliffs that I clombD
Till now that the twain of us here in desire of the dawn and in trust of the seaC
Strike out from the shore as the heart in us bids and beseeches athirst for the foamD
Friend earth is a harbour of refuge for winter a covert whereunder to fleeC
When day is the vassal of night and the strength of the hosts of her mightier than heC
But here is the presence adored of me here my desire is at rest and at homeD
There are cliffs to be climbed upon land there are ways to be trodden and ridden but weC
Strike out from the shore as the heart in us bids and beseeches athirst for the foamD

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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