The Ring Of Polycrates - A Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Upon his battlements he stood	A
And downward gazed in joyous mood	B
On Samos' Isle that owned his sway	C
All this is subject to my yoke	D
To Egypt's monarch thus he spoke	D
That I am truly blest then say	C
	-
The immortals' favor thou hast known	E
Thy sceptre's might has overthrown	E
All those who once were like to thee	F
Yet to avenge them one lives still	G
I cannot call thee blest until	G
That dreaded foe has ceased to be	F
	-
While to these words the king gave vent	H
A herald from Miletus sent	H
Appeared before the tyrant there	I
Lord let thy incense rise to day	C
And with the laurel branches gay	C
Thou well may'st crown thy festive hair	I
	-
Thy foe has sunk beneath the spear	J
I'm sent to bear the glad news here	K
By thy true marshal Polydore	K
Then from a basin black he takes	L
The fearful sight their terror wakes	L
A well known head besmeared with gore	K
	-
The king with horror stepped aside	M
And then with anxious look replied	M
Thy bliss to fortune ne'er commit	N
On faithless waves bethink thee how	O
Thy fleet with doubtful fate swims now	O
How soon the storm may scatter it	N
	-
But ere he yet had spoke the word	P
A shout of jubilee is heard	P
Resounding from the distant strand	Q
With foreign treasures teeming o'er	K
The vessels' mast rich wood once more	K
Returns home to its native land	Q
	-
The guest then speaks with startled mind	R
Fortune to day in truth seems kind	R
But thou her fickleness shouldst fear	K
The Cretan hordes well skilled in arms	S
Now threaten thee with war's alarms	S
E'en now they are approaching here	K
	-
And ere the word has 'scaped his lips	T
A stir is seen amongst the ships	T
And thousand voices Victory cry	K
We are delivered from our foe	U
The storm has laid the Cretan low	U
The war is ended is gone by	K
	-
The shout with horror hears the guest	V
In truth I must esteem thee blest	V
Yet dread I the decrees of heaven	W
The envy of the gods I fear	K
To taste of unmixed rapture here	K
Is never to a mortal given	W
	-
With me too everything succeeds	X
In all my sovereign acts and deeds	X
The grace of Heaven is ever by	K
And yet I had a well loved heir	K
I paid my debt to fortune there	K
God took him hence I saw him die	K
	-
Wouldst thou from sorrow then be free	K
Pray to each unseen Deity	K
For thy well being grief to send	Y
The man on whom the Gods bestow	U
Their gifts with hands that overflow	U
Comes never to a happy end	Y
	-
And if the Gods thy prayer resist	Z
Then to a friend's instruction list	Z
Invoke thyself adversity	K
And what of all thy treasures bright	A2
Gives to thy heart the most delight	A2
That take and cast thou in the sea	K
	-
Then speaks the other moved by fear	K
This ring to me is far most dear	K
Of all this isle within it knows	B2
I to the furies pledge it now	O
If they will happiness allow	O
And in the flood the gem he throws	B2
	-
And with the morrow's earliest light	A2
Appeared before the monarch's sight	A2
A fisherman all joyously	O
Lord I this fish just now have caught	C2
No net before e'er held the sort	D2
And as a gift I bring it thee	K
	-
The fish was opened by the cook	E2
Who suddenly with wondering look	E2
Runs up and utters these glad sounds	F2
Within the fish's maw behold	G2
I've found great lord thy ring of gold	G2
Thy fortune truly knows no bounds	F2
	-
The guest with terror turned away	C
I cannot here then longer stay	C
My friend thou canst no longer be	K
The gods have willed that thou shouldst die	K
Lest I too perish I must fly	K
He spoke and sailed thence hastily	K

Friedrich Schiller

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