In The Bay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBBC ADDEEDE AFGGFGF DHHDHD IIJJIJ KLLKKL MMNNMN OOEPOP OOOQQOQ OOOKOKK OPPRRPR OOOSSOS OTTGGTG UUPPUP OOVVOV WLLWWL IXXIIX YYRRYR OOOOOOO OZZOOOZ OOA2A2OOA2 ORWOOWO OB2 B2 B2 GGMMMG OOTOTT OOOOOO C2C2OC2OO D2D2E2E2D2E2 OZTTZTZ OE2E2PPE2P O F2F2F2 O G2G2 G2 OGGOOGO NF2H2NF2N TTI2I2I2T OMMMOO OOOOOO J2K2MMJ2M OOOPOPP XOOOOOO

IA
Beyond the hollow sunset ere a starB
Take heart in heaven from eastward while the westC
Fulfilled of watery resonance and restC
Is as a port with clouds for harbour barB
To fold the fleet in of the winds from farB
That stir no plume now of the bland sea's breastC
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IIA
Above the soft sweep of the breathless bayD
Southwestward far past flight of night and dayD
Lower than the sunken sunset sinks and higherE
Than dawn can freak the front of heaven with fireE
My thought with eyes and wings made wide makes wayD
To find the place of souls that I desireE
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IIIA
If any place for any soul there beF
Disrobed and disentrammelled if the mightG
The fire and force that filled with ardent lightG
The souls whose shadow is half the light we seeF
Survive and be suppressed not of the nightG
This hour should show what all day hid from meF
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IV-
Night knows not neither is it shown to dayD
By sunlight nor by starlight is it shownH
Nor to the full moon's eye nor footfall knownH
Their world's untrodden and unkindled wayD
Nor is the breath nor music of it blownH
With sounds of winter or with winds of MayD
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V-
But here where light and darkness reconciledI
Held earth between them as a weanling childI
Between the balanced hands of death and birthJ
Even as they held the new born shape of earthJ
When first life trembled in her limbs and smiledI
Here hope might think to find what hope were worthJ
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VI-
Past Hades past Elysium past the longK
Slow smooth strong lapse of Lethe past the toilL
Wherein all souls are taken as a spoilL
The Stygian web of waters if your songK
Be quenched not O our brethren but be strongK
As ere ye too shook off our temporal coilL
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VII-
If yet these twain survive your worldly breathM
Joy trampling sorrow life devouring deathM
If perfect life possess your life all throughN
And like your words your souls be deathless tooN
To night of all whom night encompassethM
My soul would commune with one soul of youN
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VIII-
Above the sunset might I see thine eyesO
That were above the sundawn in our skiesO
Son of the songs of morning thine that wereE
First lights to lighten that rekindling airP
Wherethrough men saw the front of England riseO
And heard thine loudest of the lyre notes thereP
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IXO
If yet thy fire have not one spark the lessO
O Titan born of her a TitanessO
Across the sunrise and the sunset's markQ
Send of thy lyre one sound thy fire one sparkQ
To change this face of our unworthinessO
Across this hour dividing light from darkQ
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XO
To change this face of our chill time that hearsO
No song like thine of all that crowd its earsO
Of all its lights that lighten all day longK
Sees none like thy most fleet and fiery sphere'sO
Outlightening Sirius in its twilight throngK
No thunder and no sunrise like thy songK
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XIO
Hath not the sea wind swept the sea line bareP
To pave with stainless fire through stainless airP
A passage for thine heavenlier feet to treadR
Ungrieved of earthly floor work hath it spreadR
No covering splendid as the sun god's hairP
To veil or to reveal thy lordlier headR
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XIIO
Hath not the sunset strewn across the seaO
A way majestical enough for theeO
What hour save this should be thine hour and mineS
If thou have care of any less divineS
Than thine own soul if thou take thought of meO
Marlowe as all my soul takes thought of thineS
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XIIIO
Before the morn's face as before the sunT
The morning star and evening star are oneT
For all men's lands as England O if nightG
Hang hard upon us ere our day take flightG
Shed thou some comfort from thy day long doneT
On us pale children of the latter lightG
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XIV-
For surely brother and master and lord and kingU
Where'er thy footfall and thy face make springU
In all souls' eyes that meet thee wheresoe'erP
And have thy soul for sunshine and sweet airP
Some late love of thine old live land should clingU
Some living love of England round thee thereP
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XV-
Here from her shore across her sunniest seaO
My soul makes question of the sun for theeO
And waves and beams make answer When thy feetV
Made her ways flowerier and their flowers more sweetV
With childlike passage of a god to beO
Like spray these waves cast off her foemen's fleetV
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XVI-
Like foam they flung it from her and like weedW
Its wrecks were washed from scornful shoal to shoalL
From rock to rock reverberate and the wholeL
Sea laughed and lightened with a deathless deedW
That sowed our enemies in her field for seedW
And made her shores fit harbourage for thy soulL
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XVII-
Then in her green south fields a poor man's childI
Thou hadst thy short sweet fill of half blown joyX
That ripens all of us for time to cloyX
With full blown pain and passion ere the wildI
World caught thee by the fiery heart and smiledI
To make so swift end of the godlike boyX
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XVIII-
For thou if ever godlike foot there trodY
These fields of ours wert surely like a godY
Who knows what splendour of strange dreams was shedR
With sacred shadow and glimmer of gold and redR
From hallowed windows over stone and sodY
On thine unbowed bright insubmissive headR
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XIXO
The shadow stayed not but the splendour staysO
Our brother till the last of English daysO
No day nor night on English earth shall beO
For ever spring nor summer Junes nor MaysO
But somewhat as a sound or gleam of theeO
Shall come on us like morning from the seaO
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XXO
Like sunrise never wholly risen nor yetZ
Quenched or like sunset never wholly setZ
A light to lighten as from living eyesO
The cold unlit close lids of one that liesO
Dead or a ray returned from death's far skiesO
To fire us living lest our lives forgetZ
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XXIO
For in that heaven what light of lights may beO
What splendour of what stars what spheres of flameA2
Sounding that none may number nor may nameA2
We know not even thy brethren yea not weO
Whose eyes desire the light that lightened theeO
Whose ways and thine are one way and the sameA2
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XXIIO
But if the riddles that in sleep we readR
And trust them not be flattering truth indeedW
As he that rose our mightiest called them heO
Much higher than thou as thou much higher than weO
There might we say all flower of all our seedW
All singing souls are as one sounding seaO
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XXIIIO
All those that here were of thy kind and kinB2
Beside thee and below thee full of love-
Full souled for song and one alone above-
Whose only light folds all your glories inB2
With all birds' notes from nightingale to dove-
Fill the world whither we too fain would winB2
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XXIV-
The world that sees in heaven the sovereign lightG
Of sunlike Shakespeare and the fiery nightG
Whose stars were watched of Webster and beneathM
The twin souled brethren of the single wreathM
Grown in kings' gardens plucked from pastoral heathM
Wrought with all flowers for all men's heart's delightG
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XXV-
And that fixed fervour iron red like MarsO
In the mid moving tide of tenderer starsO
That burned on loves and deeds the darkest doneT
Athwart the incestuous prisoner's bride house barsO
And thine most highest of all their fires but oneT
Our morning star sole risen before the sunT
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XXVI-
And one light risen since theirs to run such raceO
Thou hast seen O Phosphor from thy pride of placeO
Thou hast seen Shelley him that was to theeO
As light to fire or dawn to lightning meO
Me likewise O our brother shalt thou seeO
And I behold thee face to glorious faceO
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XXVII-
You twain the same swift year of manhood sweptC2
Down the steep darkness and our father weptC2
And from the gleam of Apollonian tearsO
A holier aureole rounds your memories keptC2
Most fervent fresh of all the singing spheresO
And April coloured through all months and yearsO
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XXVIII-
You twain fate spared not half your fiery spanD2
The longer date fulfils the lesser manD2
Ye from beyond the dark dividing dateE2
Stand smiling crowned as gods with foot on fateE2
For stronger was your blessing than his banD2
And earliest whom he struck he struck too lateE2
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XXIXO
Yet love and loathing faith and unfaith yetZ
Bind less to greater souls in unisonT
And one desire that makes three spirits as oneT
Takes great and small as in one spiritual netZ
Woven out of hope toward what shall yet be doneT
Ere hate or love remember or forgetZ
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XXXO
Woven out of faith and hope and love too greatE2
To bear the bonds of life and death and fateE2
Woven out of love and hope and faith too dearP
To take the print of doubt and change and fearP
And interwoven with lines of wrath and hateE2
Blood red with soils of many a sanguine yearP
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XXXIO
Who cannot hate can love not if he grieve-
His tears are barren as the unfruitful rainF2
That rears no harvest from the green sea's plainF2
And as thorns crackling this man's laugh is vainF2
Nor can belief touch kindle smite reprieve-
His heart who has not heart to disbelieve-
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XXXIIO
But you most perfect in your hate and love-
Our great twin spirited brethren you that standG2
Head by head glittering hand made fast in handG2
And underfoot the fang drawn worm that strove-
To wound you living from so far above-
Look love not scorn on ours that was your landG2
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XXXIIIO
For love we lack and help and heat and lightG
To clothe us and to comfort us with mightG
What help is ours to take or give but yeO
O more than sunrise to the blind cold seaO
That wailed aloud with all her waves all nightG
Much more being much more glorious should you beO
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XXXIV-
As fire to frost as ease to toil as dewN
To flowerless fields as sleep to slackening painF2
As hope to souls long weaned from hope againH2
Returning or as blood revived anewN
To dry drawn limbs and every pulseless veinF2
Even so toward us should no man be but youN
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XXXV-
One rose before the sunrise was and oneT
Before the sunset lovelier than the sunT
And now the heaven is dark and bright and loudI2
With wind and starry drift and moon and cloudI2
And night's cry rings in straining sheet and shroudI2
What help is ours if hope like yours be noneT
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XXXVI-
O well beloved our brethren if ye beO
Then are we not forsaken This kind earthM
Made fragrant once for all time with your birthM
And bright for all men with your love and worthM
The clasp and kiss and wedlock of the seaO
Were not your mother if not your brethren weO
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XXXVII-
Because the days were dark with gods and kingsO
And in time's hand the old hours of time as rodsO
When force and fear set hope and faith at oddsO
Ye failed not nor abased your plume plucked wingsO
And we that front not more disastrous thingsO
How should we fail in face of kings and godsO
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XXXVIII-
For now the deep dense plumes of night are thinnedJ2
Surely with winnowing of the glimmering windK2
Whose feet we fledged with morning and the breathM
Begins in heaven that sings the dark to deathM
And all the night wherein men groaned and sinnedJ2
Sickens at heart to hear what sundawn saithM
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XXXIXO
O first born sons of hope and fairest yeO
Whose prows first clove the thought unsounded seaO
Whence all the dark dead centuries rose to barP
The spirit of man lest truth should make him freeO
The sunrise and the sunset seeing one starP
Take heart as we to know you that ye areP
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XLX
Ye rise not and ye set not we that sayO
Ye rise and set like hopes that set and riseO
Look yet but seaward from a land locked bayO
But where at last the sea's line is the sky'sO
And truth and hope one sunlight in your eyesO
No sunrise and no sunset marks their dayO

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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