In Guernsey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC CBC BCBC DEDE EDE DEDE FGFG GFG FGFG H IJIJ JIJ IJIJ H KLKL LKL KLKL H MNMNM OMMNMM PNQMNM H MMMM MMM MMMM H RMRM MRM RMRM

TO THEODORE WATTSA
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The heavenly bay ringed round with cliffs and moorsB
Storm stained ravines and crags that lawns inlayC
Soothes as with love the rocks whose guard securesB
The heavenly bayC
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O friend shall time take ever this awayC
This blessing given of beauty that enduresB
This glory shown us not to pass but stayC
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Though sight be changed for memory love ensuresB
What memory changed by love to sight would sayC
The word that seals for ever mine and yoursB
The heavenly bayC
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II-
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My mother sea my fostress what new strandD
What new delight of waters may this beE
The fairest found since time's first breezes fannedD
My mother seaE
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Once more I give me body and soul to theeE
Who hast my soul for ever cliff and sandD
Recede and heart to heart once more are weE
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My heart springs first and plunges ere my handD
Strike out from shore more close it brings to meE
More near and dear than seems my fatherlandD
My mother seaE
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III-
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Across and along as the bay's breadth opens and o'er usF
Wild autumn exults in the wind swift rapture and strongG
Impels us and broader the wide waves brighten before usF
Across and alongG
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The whole world's heart is uplifted and knows not wrongG
The whole world's life is a chant to the sea tide's chorusF
Are we not as waves of the water as notes of the songG
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Like children unworn of the passions and toils that wore usF
We breast for a season the breadth of the seas that throngG
Rejoicing as they to be borne as of old they bore usF
Across and alongG
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IVH
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On Dante's track by some funereal spellI
Drawn down through desperate ways that lead not backJ
We seem to move bound forth past flood and fellI
On Dante's trackJ
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The grey path ends the gaunt rocks gape the blackJ
Deep hollow tortuous night a soundless shellI
Glares darkness are the fires of old grown slackJ
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Nay then what flames are these that leap and swellI
As 'twere to show where earth's foundations crackJ
The secrets of the sepulchres of hellI
On Dante's trackJ
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VH
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By mere men's hands the flame was lit we knowK
From heaps of dry waste whin and casual brandsL
Yet knowing we scarce believe it kindled soK
By mere men's handsL
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Above around high vaulted hell expandsL
Steep dense a labyrinth walled and roofed with woeK
Whose mysteries even itself not understandsL
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The scorn in Farinata's eyes aglowK
Seems visible in this flame there Geryon standsL
No stage of earth's is here set forth to showK
By mere men's handsL
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VIH
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Night in utmost noon forlorn and strong with heart athirst andM
fastingN
Hungers here barred up for ever whence as one whom dreams affrightM
Day recoils before the low browed lintel threatening doom and castingN
NightM
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All the reefs and islands all the lawns and highlands clothed withO
lightM
Laugh for love's sake in their sleep outside but here the nightM
speaks blastingN
Day with silent speech and scorn of all things known from depth toM
heightM
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Lower than dive the thoughts of spirit stricken fear in soulsP
forecastingN
Hell the deep void seems to yawn beyond fear's reach and higherQ
than sightM
Rise the walls and roofs that compass it about with everlastingN
NightM
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VIIH
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The house accurst with cursing sealed and signedM
Heeds not what storms about it burn and burstM
No fear more fearful than its own may findM
The house accurstM
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Barren as crime anhungered and athirstM
Blank miles of moor sweep inland sere and blindM
Where summer's best rebukes not winter's worstM
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The low bleak tower with nought save wastes behindM
Stares down the abyss whereon chance reared and nursedM
This type and likeness of the accurst man's mindM
The house accurstM
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VIIIH
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Beloved and blest lit warm with love and fameR
The house that had the light of the earth for guestM
Hears for his name's sake all men hail its nameR
Beloved and blestM
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This eyrie was the homeless eagle's nestM
When storm laid waste his eyrie hence he cameR
Again when storm smote sore his mother's breastM
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Bow down men bade us or be clothed with blameR
And mocked for madness worst they sware was bestM
But grief shone here while joy was one with shameR
Beloved and blestM

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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