The Isle Of Founts Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII JKJKLL MNONPP QRQRSS TUVUBB WAWAGG XKXIEE RYRYZZ GKGKA2A2 B2C2D2C2E2E2 F2GF2GCC

Son of the stranger wouldst thou takeA
O'er yon blue hills thy lonely wayB
To reach the still and shining lakeA
Along whose banks the west winds playB
Let no vain dreams thy heart beguileC
Oh seek thou not the Fountain IsleC
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Lull but the mighty serpent kingD
'Midst the grey rocks his old domainE
Ward but the cougar's deadly springD
Thy step that lake's green shore may gainE
And the bright Isle when all is pass'dF
Shall vainly meet thine eye at lastF
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Yes there with all its rainbow streamsG
Clear as within thine arrow's flightH
The Isle of Founts the Isle of dreamsG
Floats on the wave in golden lightH
And lovely will the shadows beI
Of groves whose fruit is not for theeI
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And breathings from their sunny flowersJ
Which are not of the things that dieK
And singing voices from their bowersJ
Shall greet thee in the purple skyK
Soft voices e'en like those that dwellL
Far in the green reed's hollow cellL
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Or hast thou heard the sounds that riseM
From the deep chambers of the earthN
The wild and wondrous melodiesO
To which the ancient rocks gave birthN
Like that sweet song of hidden cavesP
Shall swell those wood notes o'er the wavesP
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The emerald waves they take their hueQ
And image from that sunbright shoreR
But wouldst thou launch thy light canoeQ
And wouldst thou ply thy rapid oarR
Before thee hadst thou morning's speedS
The dreamy land should still recedeS
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Yet on the breeze thou still wouldst hearT
The music of its flowering shadesU
And ever should the sound be nearV
Of founts that ripple through its gladesU
The sound and sight and flashing rayB
Of joyous waters in their playB
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But woe for him who sees them burstW
With their bright spray showers to the lakeA
Earth has no spring to quench the thirstW
That semblance in his soul shall wakeA
For ever pouring through his dreamsG
The gush of those untasted streamsG
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Bright bright in many a rocky urnX
The waters of our deserts lieK
Yet at their source his lip shall burnX
Parch'd with the fever's agonyI
From the blue mountains to the mainE
Our thousand floods may roll in vainE
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E'en thus our hunters came of yoreR
Back from their long and weary questY
Had they not seen th' untrodden shoreR
And could they 'midst our wilds find restY
The lightning of their glance was fledZ
They dwelt amongst us as the deadZ
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They lay beside our glittering rillsG
With visions in their darken'd eyeK
Their joy was not amidst the hillsG
Where elk and deer before us flyK
Their spears upon the cedar hungA2
Their javelins to the wind were flungA2
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They bent no more the forest bowB2
They arm'd not with the warrior bandC2
The moons wan'd o'er them dim and slowD2
They left us for the spirit's landC2
Beneath our pines yon greensward heapE2
Shows where the restless found their sleepE2
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Son of the stranger if at eveF2
Silence be 'midst us in thy placeG
Yet go not where the mighty leaveF2
The strength of battle and of chaseG
Let no vain dreams thy heart beguileC
Oh seek thou not the Fountain IsleC

Felicia Dorothea Hemans



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