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Les Casquets Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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From the depths of the waters that lighten and darken	A
With change everlasting of life and of death	B
Where hardly by noon if the lulled ear hearken	A
It hears the sea's as a tired child's breath	B
Where hardly by night if an eye dare scan it	C
The storm lets shipwreck be seen or heard	D
As the reefs to the waves and the foam to the granite	E
Respond one merciless word	D
Sheer seen and far in the sea's live heaven	A
A seamew's flight from the wild sweet land	F
White plumed with foam if the wind wake seven	A
Black helms as of warriors that stir not stand	F
From the depths that abide and the waves that environ	A
Seven rocks rear heads that the midnight masks	G
And the strokes of the swords of the storm are as iron	A
On the steel of the wave worn casques	G
Be night's dark word as the word of a wizard	D
Be the word of dawn as a god's glad word	D
Like heads of the spirits of darkness visored	D
That see not for ever nor ever have heard	D
These basnets plumed as for fight or plumeless	G
Crowned of the storm and by storm discrowned	D
Keep ward of the lists where the dead lie tombless	G
And the tale of them is not found	D
Nor eye may number nor hand may reckon	A
The tithes that are taken of life by the dark	H
Or the ways of the path if doom's hand beckon	A
For the soul to fare as a helmless bark	H
Fare forth on a way that no sign showeth	B
Nor aught of its goal or of aught between	A
A path for her flight which no fowl knoweth	B
Which the vulture's eye hath not seen	A
Here still though the wave and the wind seem lovers	G
Lulled half asleep by their own soft words	G
A dream as of death in the sun's light hovers	G
And a sign in the motions and cries of the birds	G
Dark auguries and keen from the sweet sea swallows	G
Strike noon with a sense as of midnight's breath	B
And the wing that flees and the wing that follows	G
Are as types of the wings of death	B
For here when the night roars round and under	I
The white sea lightens and leaps like fire	I
Acclaimed of storm and applauded in thunder	I
Sits death on the throne of his crowned desire	I
Yea hardly the hand of the god might fashion	A
A seat more strong for his strength to take	J
For the might of his heart and the pride of his passion	A
To rejoice in the wars they make	J
When the heart in him brightens with blitheness of battle	K
And the depth of its thirst is fulfilled with strife	L
And his ear with the ravage of bolts that rattle	K
And the soul of death with the pride of life	L
Till the darkness is loud with his dark thanksgiving	M
And wind and cloud are as chords of his hymn	A
There is nought save death in the deep night living	M
And the whole night worships him	A
Heaven's height bows down to him signed with his token	A
And the sea's depth moved as a heart that yearns	G
Heaves up to him strong as a heart half broken	A
A heart that breaks in a prayer that burns	G
Of cloud is the shrine of his worship moulded	D
But the altar therein is of sea shaped stone	A
Whereon with the strength of his wide wings folded	D
Sits death in the dark alone	A
He hears the word of his servant spoken	A
The word that the wind his servant saith	B
Storm writes on the front of the night his token	A
That the skies may seem to bow down to death	B
But the clouds that stoop and the storms that minister	I
Serve but as thralls that fulfil their tasks	G
And his seal is not set save here on the sinister	I
Crests reared of the crownless casques	G
Nor flame nor plume of the storm that crowned them	N
Gilds or quickens their stark black strength	B
Life lightens and murmurs and laughs right round them	N
At peace with the noon's whole breadth and length	B
At one with the heart of the soft souled heaven	A
At one with the life of the kind wild land	D
But its touch may unbrace not the strengths of the seven	A
Casques hewn of the storm wind's hand	D
No touch may loosen the black braced helmlets	G
For the wild elves' heads of the wild waves wrought	D
As flowers on the sea are her small green realmlets	G
Like heavens made out of a child's heart's thought	D
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But these as thorns of her desolate places	G
Strong fangs that fasten and hold lives fast	D
And the vizors are framed as for formless faces	G
That a dark dream sees go past	D
Of fear and of fate are the frontlets fashioned	D
And the heads behind them are dire and dumb	O
When the heart of the darkness is scarce impassioned	D
Thrilled scarce with sense of the wrath to come	O
They bear the sign from of old engraven	A
Though peace be round them and strife seem far	P
That here is none but the night wind's haven	A
With death for the harbour bar	P
Of the iron of doom are the casquets carven	A
That never the rivets thereof should burst	D
When the heart of the darkness is hunger starven	A
And the throats of the gulfs are agape for thirst	D
And stars are as flowers that the wind bids wither	I
And dawn is as hope struck dead by fear	Q
The rage of the ravenous night sets hither	I
And the crown of her work is here	R
All shores about and afar lie lonely	S
But lonelier are these than the heart of grief	T
These loose linked rivets of rock whence only	S
Strange life scarce gleams from the sheer main reef	T
With a blind wan face in the wild wan morning	M
With a live lit flame on its brows by night	D
That the lost may lose not its word's mute warning	M
And the blind by its grace have sight	D
Here walled in with the wide waste water	I
Grew the grace of a girl's lone life	L
The sea's and the sea wind's foster daughter	I
And peace was hers in the main mid strife	L
For her were the rocks clothed round with thunder	I
And the crests of them carved by the storm smith's craft	D
For her was the mid storm rent in sunder	I
As with passion that wailed and laughed	D
For her the sunrise kindled and scattered	D
The red rose leaflets of countless cloud	D
For her the blasts of the springtide shattered	D
The strengths reluctant of waves back bowed	D
For her would winds in the mid sky levy	S
Bright wars that hardly the night bade cease	G
At noon when sleep on the sea lies heavy	S
For her would the sun make peace	G
Peace rose crowned with the dawn on golden	A
Lit leagues of triumph that flamed and smiled	D
Peace lay lulled in the moon beholden	A
Warm darkness making the world's heart mild	D
For all the wide waves' troubles and treasons	G
One word only her soul's ear heard	D
Speak from stormless and storm rent seasons	G
And nought save peace was the word	D
All her life waxed large with the light of it	D
All her heart fed full on the sound	D
Spirit and sense were exalted in sight of it	D
Compassed and girdled and clothed with it round	D
Sense was none but a strong still rapture	I
Spirit was none but a joy sublime	U
Of strength to curb and of craft to capture	I
The craft and the strength of Time	U
Time lay bound as in painless prison	A
There closed in with a strait small space	G
Never thereon as a strange light risen	A
Change had unveiled for her grief's far face	G
Three white walls flung out from the basement	D
Girt the width of the world whereon	A
Gazing at night from her flame lit casement	D
She saw where the dark sea shone	A
Hardly the breadth of a few brief paces	G
Hardly the length of a strong man's stride	D
The small court flower lit with children's faces	G
Scarce held scope for a bud to hide	D
Yet here was a man's brood reared and hidden	A
Between the rocks and the towers and the foam	V
Where peril and pity and peace were bidden	A
As guests to the same sure home	V
Here would pity keep watch for peril	K
And surety comfort his heart with peace	G
No flower save one where the reefs lie sterile	K
Gave of the seed of its heart's increase	G
Pity and surety and peace most lowly	S
Were the root and the stem and the bloom of the flower	I
And the light and the breath of the buds kept holy	S
That maid's else blossomless bower	I
With never a leaf but the seaweed's tangle	K
Never a bird's but the seamew's note	D
It heard all round it the strong storms wrangle	K
Watched far past it the waste wrecks float	D
But her soul was stilled by the sky's endurance	G
And her heart made glad with the sea's content	D
And her faith waxed more in the sun's assurance	G
For the winds that came and went	D
Sweetness was brought for her forth of the bitter	I
Sea's strength and light of the deep sea's dark	H
From where green lawns on Alderney glitter	I
To the bastioned crags of the steeps of Sark	H
These she knew from afar beholden	A
And marvelled haply what life would be	S
On moors that sunset and dawn leave golden	A
In dells that smile on the sea	S
And forth she fared as a stout souled rover	I
For a brief blithe raid on the bounding brine	A
And light winds ferried her light bark over	I
To the lone soft island of fair limbed kine	A
But the league long length of its wild green border	I
And the small bright streets of serene St Anne	A
Perplexed her sense with a strange disorder	I
At sight of the works of man	A
The world was here and the world's confusion	A
And the dust of the wheels of revolving life	L
Pain labour change and the fierce illusion	A
Of strife more vain than the sea's old strife	L
And her heart within her was vexed and dizzy	S
The sense of her soul as a wheel that whirled	D
She might not endure for a space that busy	S
Loud coil of the troublous world	D
Too full she said was the world of trouble	K
Too dense with noise of contentious things	G
And shews less bright than the blithe foam's bubble	K
As home she fared on the smooth wind's wings	G
For joy grows loftier in air more lonely	S
Where only the sea's brood fain would be	S
Where only the heart may receive in it only	S
The love of the heart of the sea	S