Breakers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCADEEBFFCFGDG HHEEII HEIIJJEHIKKKKHHLMMHH KLIIKHEEDD HHIINNOOIIPP CCCIII QQFFEE HHFFFF REREOOKSKSKKKK OOTTFFOFOFHHUUKEKKEK VVFar out at sea there has been a storm | A |
And still as they roll their liquid acres | B |
High heaped the billows lower and glisten | C |
The air is laden moist and warm | A |
With the dying tempest's breath | D |
And as I walk the lonely strand | E |
With sea weed strewn my forehead fanned | E |
By wet salt winds I watch the breakers | B |
Furious sporting tossed and tumbling | F |
Shatter here with a dreadful rumbling | F |
Watch and muse and vainly listen | C |
To the inarticulate mumbling | F |
Of the hoary headed deep | G |
For who may tell me what it saith | D |
Muttering moaning as in sleep | G |
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Slowly and heavily | H |
Comes in the sea | H |
With memories of storm o'erfreighted | E |
With heaving heart and breath abated | E |
Pregnant with some mysterious endless sorrow | I |
And seamed with many a gaping sighing furrow | I |
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Slowly and heavily | H |
Grows the green water mound | E |
But drawing ever nigher | I |
Towering ever higher | I |
Swollen with an inward rage | J |
Naught but ruin can assuage | J |
Swift now without sound | E |
Creeps stealthily | H |
Up to the shore | I |
Creeps creeps and undulates | K |
As one dissimulates | K |
Till swayed by hateful frenzy | K |
Through passion grown immense he | K |
Bursts forth hostilely | H |
And rising a smooth billow | H |
Its swelling sunlit dome | L |
Thinned to a tumid ledge | M |
With keen curved edge | M |
Like the scornful curl | H |
Of lips that snarl | H |
O'ertops itself and breaks | K |
Into a raving foam | L |
So springs upon the shore | I |
With a hungry roar | I |
Its first fierce anger slakes | K |
On the stony shallow | H |
And runs up on the land | E |
Licking the smooth hard sand | E |
Relentless cold yet wroth | D |
And dies in savage froth | D |
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Then with its backward swirl | H |
The sands and the stones how they whirl | H |
O fiercely doth it draw | I |
Them to its chasm'd maw | I |
And against it in vain | N |
They linger and strain | N |
And as they slip away | O |
Into the seething gray | O |
Fill all the thunderous air | I |
With the horror of their despair | I |
And their wild terror wreak | P |
In one hoarse wailing shriek | P |
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But scarce is this done | C |
When another one | C |
Falls like the bolt from a bellowing gun | C |
And sucks away the shore | I |
As that did before | I |
And another shall smother it o'er | I |
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Then there's a lull a half hush | Q |
And forward the little waves rush | Q |
Toppling and hurrying | F |
Each other worrying | F |
And in their haste | E |
Run to waste | E |
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Yet again is heard the trample | H |
Of the surges high and ample | H |
Their dreadful meeting | F |
The wild and sudden breaking | F |
The dinting and battering and beating | F |
And swift forsaking | F |
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And ever they burst and boom | R |
A numberless host | E |
Like heralds of doom | R |
To the trembling coast | E |
And ever the tangled spray | O |
Is tossed from the fierce affray | O |
And as with spectral arms | K |
That taunt and beckon and mock | S |
And scatter vague alarms | K |
Clasps and unclasps the rock | S |
Listlessly over it wanders | K |
Moodily madly maunders | K |
And hissingly falls | K |
From the glistening walls | K |
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So all day along the shore | O |
Shout the breakers green and hoar | O |
Weaving out their weird tune | T |
Till at night the full moon | T |
Weds the dark with that ring | F |
Of gold that you see her fling | F |
On the misty air | O |
Then homeward slow returning | F |
To slumbers deep I fare | O |
Filled with an infinite yearning | F |
With thoughts that rise and fall | H |
To the sound of the sea's hollow call | H |
Breathed now from white lit waves that reach | U |
Cold fingers o'er the damp dark beach | U |
To scatter a spray on my dreams | K |
Till the slow and measured rote | E |
Brings a drowsy ease | K |
To my spirit and seems | K |
To set it soothingly afloat | E |
On broad and buoyant seas | K |
Of endless rest lulled by the dirge | V |
Of the melancholy surge | V |
George Parsons Lathrop
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