By The North Sea Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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'We are what suns and winds and waters make us ' Landor | B |
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Sea wind and sun with light and sound and breath | C |
The spirit of man fulfilling these create | D |
That joy wherewith man's life grown passionate | E |
Gains heart to hear and sense to read and faith | F |
To know the secret word our Mother saith | F |
In silence and to see though doubt wax great | D |
Death as the shadow cast by life on fate | D |
Passing whose shade we call the shadow of death | F |
Brother to whom our Mother as to me | G |
Is dearer than all dreams of days undone | H |
This song I give you of the sovereign three | G |
That are as life and sleep and death are one | H |
A song the sea wind gave me from the sea | G |
Where nought of man's endures before the sun | H |
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A land that is lonelier than ruin | H |
A sea that is stranger than death | F |
Far fields that a rose never blew in | I |
Wan waste where the winds lack breath | F |
Waste endless and boundless and flowerless | G |
But of marsh blossoms fruitless as free | G |
Where earth lies exhausted as powerless | G |
To strive with the sea | G |
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Far flickers the flight of the swallows | G |
Far flutters the weft of the grass | G |
Spun dense over desolate hollows | G |
More pale than the clouds as they pass | G |
Thick woven as the weft of a witch is | G |
Round the heart of a thrall that hath sinned | J |
Whose youth and the wrecks of its riches | G |
Are waifs on the wind | K |
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The pastures are herdless and sheepless | G |
No pasture or shelter for herds | G |
The wind is relentless and sleepless | G |
And restless and songless the birds | G |
Their cries from afar fall breathless | G |
Their wings are as lightnings that flee | G |
For the land has two lords that are deathless | G |
Death's self and the sea | G |
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These twain as a king with his fellow | L |
Hold converse of desolate speech | M |
And her waters are haggard and yellow | L |
And crass with the scurf of the beach | M |
And his garments are grey as the hoary | G |
Wan sky where the day lies dim | N |
And his power is to her and his glory | G |
As hers unto him | N |
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In the pride of his power she rejoices | G |
In her glory he glows and is glad | O |
In her darkness the sound of his voice is | G |
With his breath she dilates and is mad | O |
'If thou slay me O death and outlive me | G |
Yet thy love hath fulfilled me of thee ' | - |
'Shall I give thee not back if thou give me | G |
O sister O sea ' | - |
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And year upon year dawns living | P |
And age upon age drops dead | Q |
And his hand is not weary of giving | P |
And the thirst of her heart is not fed | Q |
And the hunger that moans in her passion | H |
And the rage in her hunger that roars | G |
As a wolf's that the winter lays lash on | R |
Still calls and implores | G |
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Her walls have no granite for girder | B |
No fortalice fronting her stands | G |
But reefs the bloodguiltiest of murder | B |
Are less than the banks of her sands | G |
These number their slain by the thousand | S |
For the ship hath no surety to be | G |
When the bank is abreast of her bows and | S |
Aflush with the sea | G |
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No surety to stand and no shelter | B |
To dawn out of darkness but one | H |
Out of waters that hurtle and welter | B |
No succour to dawn with the sun | H |
But a rest from the wind as it passes | G |
Where hardly redeemed from the waves | G |
Lie thick as the blades of the grasses | G |
The dead in their graves | G |
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A multitude noteless of numbers | G |
As wild weeds cast on an heap | T |
And sounder than sleep are their slumbers | G |
And softer than song is their sleep | T |
And sweeter than all things and stranger | B |
The sense if perchance it may be | G |
That the wind is divested of danger | B |
And scatheless the sea | G |
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That the roar of the banks they breasted | U |
Is hurtless as bellowing of herds | G |
And the strength of his wings that invested | U |
The wind as the strength of a bird's | G |
As the sea mew's might or the swallow's | G |
That cry to him back if he cries | G |
As over the graves and their hollows | G |
Days darken and rise | G |
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As the souls of the dead men disburdened | U |
And clean of the sins that they sinned | U |
With a lovelier than man's life guerdoned | U |
And delight as a wave's in the wind | U |
And delight as the wind's in the billow | L |
Birds pass and deride with their glee | G |
The flesh that has dust for its pillow | L |
As wrecks have the sea | G |
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When the ways of the sun wax dimmer | B |
Wings flash through the dusk like beams | G |
As the clouds in the lit sky glimmer | B |
The bird in the graveyard gleams | G |
As the cloud at its wing's edge whitens | G |
When the clarions of sunrise are heard | U |
The graves that the bird's note brightens | G |
Grow bright for the bird | U |
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As the waves of the numberless waters | G |
That the wind cannot number who guides | G |
Are the sons of the shore and the daughters | G |
Here lulled by the chime of the tides | G |
And here in the press of them standing | P |
We know not if these or if we | G |
Live truliest or anchored to landing | P |
Or drifted to sea | G |
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In the valley he named of decision | H |
No denser were multitudes met | U |
When the soul of the seer in her vision | H |
Saw nations for doom of them set | U |
Saw darkness in dawn and the splendour | B |
Of judgment the sword and the rod | U |
But the doom here of death is more tender | B |
And gentler the god | U |
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And gentler the wind from the dreary | B |
Sea banks by the waves overlapped | U |
Being weary speaks peace to the weary | B |
From slopes that the tide stream hath sapped | U |
And sweeter than all that we call so | G |
The seal of their slumber shall be | B |
Till the graves that embosom them also | G |
Be sapped of the sea | B |
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For the heart of the waters is cruel | V |
And the kisses are dire of their lips | G |
And their waves are as fire is to fuel | V |
To the strength of the sea faring ships | G |
Though the sea's eye gleam as a jewel | V |
To the sun's eye back as he dips | G |
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Though the sun's eye flash to the sea's | G |
Live light of delight and of laughter | B |
And her lips breathe back to the breeze | G |
The kiss that the wind's lips waft her | B |
From the sun that subsides and sees | G |
No gleam of the storm's dawn after | B |
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And the wastes of the wild sea marches | G |
Where the borderers are matched in their might | U |
Bleak fens that the sun's weight parches | G |
Dense waves that reject his light | U |
Change under the change coloured arches | G |
Of changeless morning and night | U |
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The waves are as ranks enrolled | U |
Too close for the storm to sever | B |
The fens lie naked and cold | U |
But their heart fails utterly never | B |
The lists are set from of old | U |
And the warfare endureth for ever | B |
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III | - |
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Miles and miles and miles of desolation | H |
Leagues on leagues on leagues without a change | W |
Sign or token of some eldest nation | H |
Here would make the strange land not so strange | W |
Time forgotten yea since time's creation | H |
Seem these borders where the sea birds range | W |
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Slowly gladly full of peace and wonder | B |
Grows his heart who journeys here alone | X |
Earth and all its thoughts of earth sink under | B |
Deep as deep in water sinks a stone | X |
Hardly knows it if the rollers thunder | B |
Hardly whence the lonely wind is blown | X |
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Tall the plumage of the rush flower tosses | G |
Sharp and soft in many a curve and line | Y |
Gleam and glow the sea coloured marsh mosses | G |
Salt and splendid from the circling brine | Y |
Streak on streak of glimmering seashine crosses | G |
All the land sea saturate as with wine | Y |
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Far and far between in divers orders | G |
Clear grey steeples cleave the low grey sky | - |
Fast and firm as time unshaken warders | G |
Hearts made sure by faith by hope made high | - |
These alone in all the wild sea borders | G |
Fear no blast of days and nights that die | - |
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All the land is like as one man's face is | G |
Pale and troubled still with change of cares | G |
Doubt and death pervade her clouded spaces | G |
Strength and length of life and peace are theirs | G |
Theirs alone amid these weary places | G |
Seeing not how the wild world frets and fares | G |
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Firm and fast where all is cloud that changes | G |
Cloud clogged sunlight cloud by sunlight thinned | U |
Stern and sweet above the sand hill ranges | G |
Watch the towers and tombs of men that sinned | U |
Once now calm as earth whose only change is | G |
Wind and light and wind and cloud and wind | U |
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Out and in and out the sharp straits wander | B |
In and out and in the wild way strives | G |
Starred and paved and lined with flowers that squander | B |
Gold as golden as the gold of hives | G |
Salt and moist and multiform but yonder | B |
See what sign of life or death survives | G |
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Seen then only when the songs of olden | H |
Harps were young whose echoes yet endure | B |
Hymned of Homer when his years were golden | H |
Known of only when the world was pure | B |
Here is Hades manifest beholden | H |
Surely surely here if aught be sure | B |
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Where the border line was crossed that sundering | - |
Death from life keeps weariness from rest | U |
None can tell who fares here forward wondering | - |
None may doubt but here might end his quest | U |
Here life's lightning joys and woes once thundering | - |
Sea like round him cease like storm suppressed | U |
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Here the wise wave wandering steadfast hearted | U |
Guest of many a lord of many a land | U |
Saw the shape or shade of years departed | U |
Saw the semblance risen and hard at hand | U |
Saw the mother long from love's reach parted | U |
Anticleia like a statue stand | U |
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Statue nay nor tissued image woven | H |
Fair on hangings in his father's hall | Z |
Nay too fast her faith of heart was proven | H |
Far too firm her loveliest love of all | Z |
Love wherethrough the loving heart was cloven | H |
Love that hears not when the loud Fates call | Z |
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Love that lives and stands up re created | U |
Then when life has ebbed and anguish fled | U |
Love more strong than death or all things fated | U |
Child's and mother's lit by love and led | U |
Love that found what life so long awaited | U |
Here when life came down among the dead | U |
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Here where never came alive another | B |
Came her son across the sundering tide | U |
Crossed before by many a warrior brother | B |
Once that warred on Ilion at his side | U |
Here spread forth vain hands to clasp the mother | B |
Dead that sorrowing for his love's sake died | U |
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Parted though by narrowest of divisions | G |
Clasp he might not only might implore | B |
Sundered yet by bitterest of derisions | G |
Son and mother from the son she bore | B |
Here But all dispeopled here of visions | G |
Lies forlorn of shadows even the shore | B |
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All too sweet such men's Hellenic speech is | G |
All too fain they lived of light to see | G |
Once to see the darkness of these beaches | G |
Once to sing this Hades found of me | G |
Ghostless all its gulfs and creeks and reaches | G |
Sky and shore and cloud and waste and sea | G |
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IV | - |
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But aloft and afront of me faring | - |
Far forward as folk in a dream | A2 |
That strive between doubting and daring | - |
Right on till the goal for them gleam | A2 |
Full forth till their goal on them lighten | H |
The harbour where fain they would be | G |
What headlands there darken and brighten | H |
What change in the sea | G |
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What houses and woodlands that nestle | V |
Safe inland to lee of the hill | B2 |
As it slopes from the headlands that wrestle | V |
And succumb to the strong sea's will | B2 |
Truce is not nor respite nor pity | G |
For the battle is waged not of hands | G |
Where over the grave of a city | G |
The ghost of it stands | G |
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Where the wings of the sea wind slacken | H |
Green lawns to the landward thrive | - |
Fields brighten and pine woods blacken | H |
And the heat in their heart is alive | - |
They blossom and warble and murmur | B |
For the sense of their spirit is free | G |
But harder to shoreward and firmer | B |
The grasp of the sea | G |
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Like ashes the low cliffs crumble | V |
The banks drop down into dust | U |
The heights of the hills are made humble | V |
As a reed's is the strength of their trust | U |
As a city's that armies environ | H |
The strength of their stay is of sand | U |
But the grasp of the sea is as iron | H |
Laid hard on the land | U |
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A land that is thirstier than ruin | H |
A sea that is hungrier than death | F |
Heaped hills that a tree never grew in | H |
Wide sands where the wave draws breath | F |
All solace is here for the spirit | U |
That ever for ever may be | G |
For the soul of thy son to inherit | U |
My mother my sea | G |
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O delight of the headlands and beaches | G |
O desire of the wind on the wold | U |
More glad than a man's when it reaches | G |
That end which it sought from of old | U |
And the palm of possession is dreary | G |
To the sense that in search of it sinned | U |
But nor satisfied ever nor weary | G |
Is ever the wind | U |
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The delight that he takes but in living | - |
Is more than of all things that live | - |
For the world that has all things for giving | - |
Has nothing so goodly to give | - |
But more than delight his desire is | G |
For the goal where his pinions would be | G |
Is immortal as air or as fire is | G |
Immense as the sea | G |
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Though hence come the moan that he borrows | G |
From darkness and depth of the night | U |
Though hence be the spring of his sorrows | G |
Hence too is the joy of his might | U |
The delight that his doom is for ever | B |
To seek and desire and rejoice | G |
And the sense that eternity never | B |
Shall silence his voice | G |
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That satiety never may stifle | V |
Nor weariness ever estrange | W |
Nor time be so strong as to rifle | V |
Nor change be so great as to change | W |
His gift that renews in the giving | - |
The joy that exalts him to be | G |
Alone of all elements living | - |
The lord of the sea | G |
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What is fire that its flame should consume her | B |
More fierce than all fires are her waves | G |
What is earth that its gulfs should entomb her | B |
More deep are her own than their graves | G |
Life shrinks from his pinions that cover | B |
The darkness by thunders bedinned | U |
But she knows him her lord and her lover | B |
The godhead of wind | U |
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For a season his wings are about her | B |
His breath on her lips for a space | G |
Such rapture he wins not without her | B |
In the width of his worldwide race | G |
Though the forests bow down and the mountains | G |
Wax dark and the tribes of them flee | G |
His delight is more deep in the fountains | G |
And springs of the sea | G |
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There are those too of mortals that love him | N |
There are souls that desire and require | B |
Be the glories of midnight above him | N |
Or beneath him the daysprings of fire | B |
And their hearts are as harps that approve him | N |
And praise him as chords of a lyre | B |
That were fain with their music to move him | N |
To meet their desire | B |
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To descend through the darkness to grace them | C2 |
Till darkness were lovelier than light | U |
To encompass and grasp and embrace them | C2 |
Till their weakness were one with his might | U |
With the strength of his wings to caress them | C2 |
With the blast of his breath to set free | G |
With the mouths of his thunders to bless them | C2 |
For sons of the sea | G |
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For these have the toil and the guerdon | H |
That the wind has eternally these | G |
Have part in the boon and the burden | H |
Of the sleepless unsatisfied breeze | G |
That finds not but seeking rejoices | G |
That possession can work him no wrong | - |
And the voice at the heart of their voice is | G |
The sense of his song | - |
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For the wind's is their doom and their blessing | - |
To desire and have always above | - |
A possession beyond their possessing | - |
A love beyond reach of their love | - |
Green earth has her sons and her daughters | G |
And these have their guerdons but we | G |
Are the wind's and the sun's and the water's | G |
Elect of the sea | G |
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V | G |
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For the sea too seeks and rejoices | G |
Gains and loses and gains | G |
And the joy of her heart's own choice is | G |
As ours and as ours are her pains | G |
As the thoughts of our hearts are her voices | G |
And as hers is the pulse of our veins | G |
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Her fields that know not of dearth | F |
Nor lie for their fruit's sake fallow | G |
Laugh large in the depth of their mirth | F |
But inshore here in the shallow | G |
Embroiled with encumbrance of earth | F |
Their skirts are turbid and yellow | G |
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The grime of her greed is upon her | B |
The sign of her deed is her soil | D2 |
As the earth's is her own dishonour | B |
And corruption the crown of her toil | D2 |
She hath spoiled and devoured and her honour | B |
Is this to be shamed by her spoil | D2 |
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But afar where pollution is none | H |
Nor ensign of strife nor endeavour | B |
Where her heart and the sun's are one | H |
And the soil of her sin comes never | B |
She is pure as the wind and the sun | H |
And her sweetness endureth for ever | B |
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Death and change and darkness everlasting | - |
Deaf that hears not what the daystar saith | F |
Blind past all remembrance and forecasting | - |
Dead past memory that it once drew breath | F |
These above the washing tides and wasting | - |
Reign and rule this land of utter death | F |
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Change of change darkness of darkness hidden | H |
Very death of very death begun | H |
When none knows the knowledge is forbidden | H |
Self begotten self proceeding one | H |
Born not made abhorred unchained unchidden | H |
Night stands here defiant of the sun | H |
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Change of change and death of death begotten | H |
Darkness born of darkness one and three | B |
Ghostly godhead of a world forgotten | H |
Crowned with heaven enthroned on land and sea | B |
Here where earth with dead men's bones is rotten | H |
God of Time thy likeness worships thee | B |
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Lo thy likeness of thy desolation | H |
Shape and figure of thy might O Lord | U |
Formless form incarnate miscreation | H |
Served of all things living and abhorred | U |
Earth herself is here thine incarnation | H |
Time of all things born on earth adored | U |
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All that worship thee are fearful of thee | B |
No man may not worship thee for fear | B |
Prayers nor curses prove not nor disprove thee | B |
Move nor change thee with our change of cheer | B |
All at last though all abhorred thee love thee | B |
God the sceptre of whose throne is here | B |
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Here thy throne and sceptre of thy station | H |
Here the palace paven for thy feet | U |
Here thy sign from nation unto nation | H |
Passed as watchword for thy guards to greet | U |
Guards that go before thine exaltation | H |
Ages clothed with bitter years and sweet | U |
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Here where sharp the sea bird shrills his ditty | B |
Flickering flame wise through the clear live calm | E2 |
Rose triumphal crowning all a city | B |
Roofs exalted once with prayer and psalm | F2 |
Built of holy hands for holy pity | B |
Frank and fruitful as a sheltering palm | E2 |
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Church and hospice wrought in faultless fashion | H |
Hall and chancel bounteous and sublime | G2 |
Wide and sweet and glorious as compassion | H |
Filled and thrilled with force of choral chime | G2 |
Filled with spirit of prayer and thrilled with passion | H |
Hailed a God more merciful than Time | G2 |
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Ah less mighty less than Time prevailing | - |
Shrunk expelled made nothing at his nod | U |
Less than clouds across the sea line sailing | - |
Lies he stricken by his master's rod | U |
'Where is man ' the cloister murmurs wailing | - |
Back the mute shrine thunders 'Where is God ' | - |
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Here is all the end of all his glory | B |
Dust and grass and barren silent stones | G |
Dead like him one hollow tower and hoary | B |
Naked in the sea wind stands and moans | G |
Filled and thrilled with its perpetual story | B |
Here where earth is dense with dead men's bones | G |
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Low and loud and long a voice for ever | B |
Sounds the wind's clear story like a song | - |
Tomb from tomb the waves devouring sever | B |
Dust from dust as years relapse along | - |
Graves where men made sure to rest and never | B |
Lie dismantled by the seasons' wrong | - |
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Now displaced devoured and desecrated | U |
Now by Time's hands darkly disinterred | U |
These poor dead that sleeping here awaited | U |
Long the archangel's re creating word | U |
Closed about with roofs and walls high gated | U |
Till the blast of judgment should be heard | U |
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Naked shamed cast out of consecration | H |
Corpse and coffin yea the very graves | G |
Scoffed at scattered shaken from their station | H |
Spurned and scourged of wind and sea like slaves | G |
Desolate beyond man's desolation | H |
Shrink and sink into the waste of waves | G |
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Tombs with bare white piteous bones protruded | U |
Shroudless down the loose collapsing banks | G |
Crumble from their constant place detruded | U |
That the sea devours and gives not thanks | G |
Graves where hope and prayer and sorrow brooded | U |
Gape and slide and perish ranks on ranks | G |
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Rows on rows and line by line they crumble | V |
They that thought for all time through to be | B |
Scarce a stone whereon a child might stumble | V |
Breaks the grim field paced alone of me | B |
Earth and man and all their gods wax humble | V |
Here where Time brings pasture to the sea | B |
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VII | - |
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But afar on the headland exalted | U |
But beyond in the curl of the bay | H2 |
From the depth of his dome deep vaulted | U |
Our father is lord of the day | H2 |
Our father and lord that we follow | G |
For deathless and ageless is he | B |
And his robe is the whole sky's hollow | G |
His sandal the sea | B |
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Where the horn of the headland is sharper | B |
And her green floor glitters with fire | B |
The sea has the sun for a harper | B |
The sun has the sea for a lyre | B |
The waves are a pavement of amber | B |
By the feet of the sea winds trod | U |
To receive in a god's presence chamber | B |
Our father the God | U |
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Time haggard and changeful and hoary | B |
Is master and God of the land | U |
But the air is fulfilled of the glory | B |
That is shed from our lord's right hand | U |
O father of all of us ever | B |
All glory be only to thee | B |
From heaven that is void of thee never | B |
And earth and the sea | B |
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O Sun whereof all is beholden | H |
Behold now the shadow of this death | F |
This place of the sepulchres olden | H |
And emptied and vain as a breath | F |
The bloom of the bountiful heather | B |
Laughs broadly beyond in thy light | U |
As dawn with her glories to gather | B |
At darkness and night | U |
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Though the Gods of the night lie rotten | H |
And their honour be taken away | H2 |
And the noise of their names forgotten | H |
Thou Lord art God of the day | H2 |
Thou art father and saviour and spirit | U |
O Sun of the soul that is free | B |
And hath grace of thy grace to inherit | U |
Thine earth and thy sea | B |
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The hills and the sands and the beaches | G |
The waters adrift and afar | B |
The banks and the creeks and the reaches | G |
How glad of thee all these are | B |
The flowers overflowing overcrowded | U |
Are drunk with the mad wind's mirth | F |
The delight of thy coming unclouded | U |
Makes music of earth | F |
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I last least voice of her voices | G |
Give thanks that were mute in me long | - |
To the soul in my soul that rejoices | G |
For the song that is over my song | - |
Time gives what he gains for the giving | - |
Or takes for his tribute of me | B |
My dreams to the wind everliving | - |
My song to the sea | B |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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