England Cxvii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCBDEDEEE FDGDHD IJKJJGLJLML HNDNON JJPJGJGQJQRQ AAAADA

England queen of the waves whose green inviolate girdle enrings theeA
roundB
Mother fair as the morning where is now the place of thy foemen foundB
Still the sea that salutes us free proclaims them stricken acclaimsC
thee crownedB
Time may change and the skies grow strange with signs of treason andD
fraud and fearE
Foes in union of strange communion may rise against thee from far andD
nearE
Sloth and greed on thy strength may feed as cankers waxing from yearE
to yearE
-
Yet though treason and fierce unreason should league and lie and defameF
and smiteD
We that know thee how far below thee the hatred burns of the sons ofG
nightD
We that love thee behold above thee the witness written of life inH
lightD
-
Life that shines from thee shows forth signs that none may read not byI
eyeless foesJ
Hate born blind in his abject mind grows hopeful now but as madnessK
growsJ
Love born wise with exultant eyes adores thy glory beholds and glowsJ
Truth is in thee and none may win thee to lie forsaking the face ofG
truthL
Freedom lives by the grace she gives thee born again from thy deathlessJ
youthL
Faith should fail and the world turn pale wert thou the prey of theM
serpent's toothL
-
Greed and fraud unabashed unawed may strive to sting thee at heel inH
vainN
Craft and fear and mistrust may leer and mourn and murmur and plead andD
plainN
Thou art thou and thy sunbright brow is hers that blasted the strengthO
of SpainN
-
Mother mother beloved none other could claim in place of thee England'sJ
placeJ
Earth bears none that beholds the sun so pure of record so clothed withP
graceJ
Dear our mother nor son nor brother is thine as strong or as fair ofG
faceJ
How shalt thou be abased or how shalt fear take hold of thy heart ofG
thineQ
England maiden immortal laden with charge of life and with hopesJ
divineQ
Earth shall wither when eyes turned hither behold not light in herR
darkness shineQ
-
England none that is born thy son and lives by grace of thy gloryA
freeA
Lives and yearns not at heart and burns with hope to serve as heA
worships theeA
None may sing thee the sea wind's wing beats down our songs as itD
hails the seaA

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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