Tristram Of Lyonesse - Iii - Tristram In Brittany Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'As the dawn loves the sunlight I love thee 'A
As men that shall be swallowed of the seaB
Love the sea's lovely beauty as the nightC
That wanes before it loves the young sweet lightC
And dies of loving as the worn out noonD
Loves twilight and as twilight loves the moonD
That on its grave a silver seal shall setE
We have loved and slain each other and love yetE
Slain for we live not surely being in twainF
In her I lived and in me she is slainF
Who loved me that I brought her to her doomG
Who loved her that her love might be my tombG
As all the streams on earth and all fresh springsH
And sweetest waters every brook that singsH
Each fountain where the young year dips its wingsH
First and the first fledged branches of it waveI
Even with one heart's love seek one bitter graveI
From hills that first see bared the morning's breastJ
And heights the sun last yearns to from the westJ
All tend but toward the sea all born most highK
Strive downward passing all things joyous byK
Seek to it and cast their lives in it and dieK
So strive all lives for death which all lives winL
So sought her soul to my soul and thereinL
Was poured and perished O my love and mineM
Sought to thee and died of thee and died as thineM
As the dawn loves the sunlight that must ceaseN
Ere dawn again may rise and pass in peaceN
Must die that she being dead may live againO
To be by his new rising nearly slainF
So rolls the great wheel of the great world roundP
And no change in it and no fault is foundP
And no true life of perdurable breathQ
And surely no irrevocable deathQ
Day after day night comes that day may breakR
And day comes back for night's reiterate sakeR
Each into each dies each of each is bornS
Day past is night shall night past not be mornS
Out of this moonless and faint hearted nightC
That love yet lives in shall there not be lightC
Light strong as love that love may live in yetE
Alas but how shall foolish hope forgetE
How all these loving things that kill and dieK
Meet not but for a breath's space and pass byK
Night is kissed once of dawn and dies and dayT
But touches twilight and is rapt awayT
So may my love and her love meet once moreU
And meeting be divided as of yoreU
Yea surely as the day star loves the sunV
And when he hath risen is utterly undoneV
So is my love of her and hers of meB
And its most sweetness bitter as the seaB
Would God yet dawn might see the sun and dieK
Three years had looked on earth and passed it byK
Since Tristram looked on Iseult when he stoodW
So communing with dreams of evil and goodW
And let all sad thoughts through his spirit sweepX
As leaves through air or tears through eyes that weepX
Or snowflakes through dark weather and his soulY
That had seen all those sightless seasons rollY
One after one wave over weary waveI
Was in him as a corpse is in its graveI
Yet for his heart was mighty and his mightC
Through all the world as a great sound and lightC
The mood was rare upon him save that hereZ
In the low sundawn of the lightening yearA2
With all last year's toil and its triumph doneV
He could not choose but yearn for that set sunV
Which at this season saw the firstborn kissB2
That made his lady's mouth one fire with hisC2
Yet his great heart being greater than his griefD2
Kept all the summer of his strength in leafD2
And all the rose of his sweet spirit in flowerE2
Still his soul fed upon the sovereign hourE2
That had been or that should be and once moreU
He looked through drifted sea and drifting shoreU
That crumbled in the wave breach and againO
Spake sad and deep within himself What painF
Should make a man's soul wholly break and dieK
Sapped as weak sand by water How shall IK
Be less than all less things are that endureF2
And strive and yield when time is Nay full sureF2
All these and we are parts of one same endG2
And if through fire or water we twain tendG2
To that sure life where both must be made oneV
If one we be what matter Thou O sunV
The face of God if God thou be not nayT
What but God should I think thee what should sayT
Seeing thee rerisen but very God should IK
I fool rebuke thee sovereign in thy skyK
The clouds dead round thee and the air aliveH2
The winds that lighten and the waves that striveH2
Toward this shore as to that beneath thy breathQ
Because in me my thoughts bear all towards deathQ
O sun that when we are dead wilt rise as brightC
Air deepening up toward heaven and nameless lightC
And heaven immeasurable and faint clouds blownI2
Between us and the lowest aerial zoneI2
And each least skirt of their imperial stateJ2
Forgive us that we held ourselves so greatJ2
What should I do to curse you I indeedK2
Am a thing meaner than this least wild weedK2
That my foot bruises and I know not yetE
Would not be mean enough for worms to fretE
Before their time and mine wasL2
Ah and yeB
Light washing weeds blind waifs of dull blind seaB
Do ye so thirst and hunger and aspireM2
Are ye so moved with such long strong desireE2
In the ebb and flow of your sad life and striveH2
Still toward some end ye shall not see aliveH2
But at high noon ye know it by light and heatN2
Some half hour till ye feel the fresh tide beatN2
Up round you and at night's most bitter noonD
The ripples leave you naked to the moonD
And this dim dusty heather that I treadO2
These half born blossoms born at once and deadO2
Sere brown as funeral cloths and purple as pallP2
What if some life and grief be in them allQ2
Ay what of these but O strong sun O seaB
I bid not you divine things comfort meB
I stand not up to match you in your sightC
Who hath said ye have mercy toward us ye who have mightC
And though ye had mercy I think I would not prayT
That ye should change your counsel or your wayT
To make our life less bitter if such powerE2
Be given the stars on one deciduous hourE2
And such might be in planets to destroyR2
Grief and rebuild and break and build up joyR2
What man would stretch forth hand on them to makeR
Fate mutable God foolish for his sakeR
For if in life or death be aught of trustS2
And if some unseen just God or unjustS2
Put soul into the body of natural thingsH
And in time's pauseless feet and worldwide wingsH
Some spirit of impulse and some sense of willT2
That steers them through the seas of good and illT2
To some incognizable and actual endG2
Be it just or unjust foe to man or friendG2
How should we make the stable spirit to swerveU2
How teach the strong soul of the world to serveU2
The imperious will in time and sense in spaceV2
That gives man life turn back to give man placeV2
The conscious law lose conscience of its wayT
The rule and reason fail from night and dayT
The streams flow back toward whence the springs beganW2
That less of thirst might sear the lips of manW2
Let that which is be and sure strengths stand sureF2
And evil or good and death or life endureF2
Not alterable and rootless but indeedK2
A very stem born of a very seedK2
That brings forth fruit in season how should thisB2
Die that was sown and that not be which isC2
And the old fruit change that came of the ancient rootX2
And he that planted bid it not bear fruitX2
And he that watered smite his vine with drouthQ
Because its grapes are bitter in our mouthQ
And he that kindled quench the sun with nightC
Because its beams are fire against our sightC
And he that tuned untune the sounding spheresY2
Because their song is thunder in our earsY2
How should the skies change and the stars and timeZ2
Break the large concord of the years that chimeZ2
Answering as wave to wave beneath the moonD
That draws them shoreward mar the whole tide's tuneD
For the instant foam's sake on one turning waveI
For man's sake that is grass upon a graveI
How should the law that knows not soon or lateJ2
For whom no time nor space is how should fateJ2
That is not good nor evil wise nor madA3
Nor just nor unjust neither glad nor sadA3
How should the one thing that hath being the oneV
That moves not as the stars move or the sunV
Or any shadow or shape that lives or diesB3
In likeness of dead earth or living skiesB3
But its own darkness and its proper lightC
Clothe it with other names than day or nightC
And its own soul of strength and spirit of breathQ
Feed it with other powers than life or deathQ
How should it turn from its great way to giveC3
Man that must die a clearer space to liveH2
Why should the waters of the sea be cleftD3
The hills be molten to his right and leftD3
That he from deep to deep might pass dry shodE3
Or look between the viewless heights on GodE3
Hath he such eyes as when the shadows fleeB
The sun looks out with to salute the seaB
Is his hand bounteous as the morning's handF3
Or where the night stands hath he feet to standF3
Will the storm cry not when he bids it ceaseN
Is it his voice that saith to the east wind PeaceN
Is his breath mightier than the west wind's breathQ
Doth his heart know the things of life and deathQ
Can his face bring forth sunshine and give rainF
Or his weak will that dies and lives againO
Make one thing certain or bind one thing fastG3
That as he willed it shall be at the lastG3
How should the storms of heaven and kindled lightsH3
And all the depths of things and topless heightsH3
And air and earth and fire and water changeI3
Their likeness and the natural world grow strangeI3
And all the limits of their life undoneV
Lose count of time and conscience of the sunV
And that fall under which was fixed aboveJ3
That man might have a larger hour for loveJ3
So musing with close lips and lifted eyesB3
That smiled with self contempt to live so wiseB3
With silent heart so hungry now so longK3
So late grown clear so miserably made strongK3
About the wolds a banished man he wentL3
The brown wolds bare and sad as banishmentM3
By wastes of fruitless flowerage and grey downsN3
That felt the sea wind shake their wild flower crownsN3
As though fierce hands would pluck from some grey headO2
The spoils of majesty despised and deadO2
And fill with crying and comfortless strange soundP
Their hollow sides and heights of herbless groundP
Yet as he went fresh courage on him cameO3
Till dawn rose too within him as a flameO3
The heart of the ancient hills and his were oneV
The winds took counsel with him and the sunV
Spake comfort in his ears the shout of birdsP3
Was as the sound of clear sweet spirited wordsP3
The noise of streams as laughter from aboveJ3
Of the old wild lands and as a cry of loveJ3
Spring's trumpet blast blown over moor and leaB
The skies were red as love is and the seaB
Was as the floor of heaven for love to treadO2
So went he as with light about his headO2
And in the joyous travail of the yearA2
Grew April hearted since nor grief nor fearA2
Can master so a young man's blood so longK3
That it shall move not to the mounting songK3
Of that sweet hour when earth replumes her wingsH
And with fair face and heart set heavenward singsH
As an awakened angel unawareQ3
That feels his sleep fall from him and his hairQ3
By some new breath of wind and music stirredR3
Till like the sole song of one heavenly birdR3
Sounds all the singing of the host of heavenV
And all the glories of the sovereign SevenV
Are as one face of one incorporate lightC
And as that host of singers in God's sightC
Might draw toward one that slumbered and arouseS3
The lips requickened and rekindling browsS3
So seemed the earthly host of all things bornS
In sight of spring and eyeshot of the mornS
All births of land or waifs of wind and seaB
To draw toward him that sorrowed and set freeB
From presage and remembrance of all painsT3
The life that leapt and lightened in his veinsT3
So with no sense abashed nor sunless lookU3
But with exalted eyes and heart he tookU3
His part of sun or storm wind and was gladA3
For all things lost of these good things he hadA3
And the spring loved him surely being from birthQ
One made out of the better part of earthQ
A man born as at sunrise one that sawV3
Not without reverence and sweet sense of aweW3
But wholly without fear of fitful breathQ
The face of life watched by the face of deathQ
And living took his fill of rest and strifeX3
Of love and change and fruit and seed of lifeX3
And when his time to live in light was doneV
With unbent head would pass out of the sunV
A spirit as morning fair and clear and strongK3
Whose thought and work were as one harp and songK3
Heard through the world as in a strange king's hallQ2
Some great guest's voice that sings of festivalY3
So seemed all things to love him and his heartZ3
In all their joy of life to take such partZ3
That with the live earth and the living seaB
He was as one that communed mutuallyB
With naked heart to heart of friend to friendG2
And the star deepening at the sunset's endG2
And the moon fallen before the gate of dayT
As one sore wearied with vain length of wayT
And the winds wandering and the streams and skiesB3
As faces of his fellows in his eyesB3
Nor lacked there love where he was evermoreU
Of man and woman friend of sea or shoreU
Not measurable with weight of graven goldA4
Free as the sun's gift of the world to holdA4
Given each day back to man's reconquering sightC
That loses but its lordship for a nightC
And now that after many a season spentL3
In barren ways and works of banishmentM3
Toil of strange fights and many a fruitless fieldB4
Ventures of quest and vigils under shieldB4
He came back to the strait of sundering seaB
That parts green Cornwall from grey BrittanyB
Where dwelt the high king's daughter of the landsC4
Iseult named alway from her fair white handsC4
She looked on him and loved him but being youngD4
Made shamefastness a seal upon her tongueD4
And on her heart that none might hear its cryK
Set the sweet signet of humilityB
Yet when he came a stranger in her sightC
A banished man and weary no such knightC
As when the Swallow dipped her bows in foamE4
Steered singing that imperial Iseult homeE4
This maiden with her sinless sixteen yearsY2
Full of sweet thoughts and hopes that played at fearsY2
Cast her eyes on him but in courteous wiseB3
And lo the man's face burned upon her eyesB3
As though she had turned them on the naked sunV
And through her limbs she felt sweet passion runV
As fire that flowed down from her face and beatN2
Soft through stirred veins on even to her hands and feetN2
As all her body were one heart on flameO3
Athrob with love and wonder and sweet shameO3
And when he spake there sounded in her earsY2
As 'twere a song out of the graves of yearsY2
Heard and again forgotten and againO
Remembered with a rapturous pulse of painF
But as the maiden mountain snow sublimeZ2
Takes the first sense of April's trembling timeZ2
Soft on a brow that burns not though it blushF4
To feel the sunrise hardly half aflushF4
So took her soul the sense of change nor thoughtG4
That more than maiden love was more than noughtG4
Her eyes went hardly after him her cheekH4
Grew scarce a goodlier flower to hear him speakH4
Her bright mouth no more trembled than a roseI4
May for the least wind's breathless sake that blowsI4
Too soft to sue save for a sister's kissB2
And if she sighed in sleep she knew not thisB2
Yet in her heart hovered the thoughts of thingsH
Past that with lighter or with heavier wingsH
Beat round about her memory till it burnedG4
With grief that brightened and with hope that yearnedG4
Seeing him so great and sad nor knowing what fateG4
Had bowed and crowned a head so sad and greatG4
Nor might she guess but little first or lastG4
Though all her heart so hung upon his pastG4
Of what so bowed him for what sorrow's sakeR
For scarce of aught at any time he spakeR
That from his own land oversea had sentG4
His lordly life to barren banishmentG4
Yet still or soft or keen remembrance clungD4
Close round her of the least word from his tongueD4
That fell by chance of courtesy to greetG4
With grace of tender thanks her pity sweetG4
As running streams to men's way wearied feetG4
And when between strange words her name would fallQ2
Suddenly straightway to that lure's recallQ2
Back would his heart bound as the falconer's birdG4
And tremble and bow down before the wordG4
Iseult and all the cloudlike world grew flameO3
And all his heart flashed lightning at her nameO3
Iseult and all the wan waste weary skiesB3
Shone as his queen's own love enkindled eyesB3
And seeing the bright blood in his face leap upJ4
As red wine mantling in a royal cupJ4
To hear the sudden sweetness of the soundG4
Ring but ere well his heart had time to boundG4
His cheek would change and grief bow down his headG4
Haply the girl's heart though she spake not saidG4
This name of mine was worn of one long deadG4
Some sister that he loved and therewithalQ2
Would pity bring her heart more deep in thrallQ2
But once when winds about the world made mirthQ
And March held revel hard on April's birthQ
Till air and sea were jubilant as earthQ
Delight and doubt in sense and soul beganW2
And yearning of the maiden toward the manW2
Harping on high before her for his wordG4
Was fire that kindled in her heart that heardG4
And alway through the rhymes reverberate cameO3
The virginal soft burden of her nameO3
And ere the full song failed upon her earZ
Joy strove within her till it cast out fearA2
And all her heart was as his harp and rangK4
Swift music made of hope whose birthnote sprangK4
Bright in the blood that kindled as he sangK4
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Stars know not how we call them nor may flowersL4
Know by what happy name the hovering hoursL4
Baptize their new born heads with dew and flameO3
And Love adored of all time as of oursL4
Iseult knew nought for ages of his nameO3
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With many tongues men called on him but heB
Wist not which word of all might worthiest beB
To sound for ever in his ear the sameO3
Till heart of man might hear and soul might seeB
Iseult the radiance ringing from thy nameO3
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By many names men called him as the nightG4
By many a name calls many a starry lightG4
Her several sovereigns of dividual fameO3
But day by one name only calls arightG4
Iseult the sun that bids men praise his nameO3
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In many a name of man his name soared highK
And song shone round it soaring till the skyK
Rang rapture and the world's fast founded frameO3
Trembled with sense of triumph even as IK
Iseult with sense of worship at thy nameO3
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In many a name of woman smiled his powerE2
Incarnate as all summer in a flowerE2
Till winter bring forgetfulness or shameO3
But thine the keystone of his topless towerE2
Iseult is one with Love's own lordliest nameO3
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Iseult my love Iseult my queen twice crownedG4
In thee my death in thee my life lies boundG4
Names are there yet that all men's hearts acclaimO3
But Love's own heart rings answer to the soundG4
Iseult that bids it bow before thy nameO3
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There ceased his voice yearning upon the wordG4
Struck with strong passion dumb but she that heardG4
Quailed to the heart and trembled ere her eyesB3
Durst let the loving light within them riseB3
And yearn on his for answer yet at lastG4
Albeit not all her fear was overpastG4
Hope kindling even the frost of fear apaceV2
With sweet fleet bloom and breath of gradual graceV2
Flushed in the changing roses of her faceV2
And ere the strife took truce of white with redG4
Or joy for soft shame's sake durst lift up headG4
Something she would and would not fain have saidG4
And wist not what the fluttering word would beB
But rose and reached forth to him her hand and heB
Heart stricken bowed his head and dropped his kneeB
And on her fragrant hand his lips were fireE2
And their two hearts were as one trembling lyreM2
Touched by the keen wind's kiss with brief desireE2
And music shuddering at its own delightG4
So dawned the moonrise of their marriage nightG4

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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