The Morai Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCACDEDEFFGHGHIEIE JJEKEKLLGGGGMGMGEEEE NGNGEEOOGPGPEMEMGGGG GGGHHG LLNNGGEEQRLLSSEEGGGG NNQRGGTTHHUUGGVVMMQN GGMMGGNNIIGGBBSSNNEE JJWWXYHZGGMIIMEEGVGG VGA2GGGGGA2GMMA2MA2M EMEM GGMGGMBGGGMGBEB2EEB2 EDDSEGGESA2C2C2A2GD2 D2G| FAIR OTAHEITE fondly blest | A |
| By him who long was doom'd to brave | B |
| The fury of the Polar wave | B |
| That fiercely mounts the frozen rock | C |
| Where the harsh sea bird rears her nest | A |
| And learns the raging surge to mock | C |
| There Night that loves eternal storm | D |
| Deep and lengthened darkness throws | E |
| And untried danger's doubtful form | D |
| Its half seen horror shews | E |
| While Nature with a look so wild | F |
| Leans on the cliffs in chaos pil'd | F |
| That here the aw'd astonish'd mind | G |
| Forgets in that o'erwhelming hour | H |
| When her rude hands the storms unbind | G |
| In all the madness of her power | H |
| That she who spreads the savage gloom | I |
| That she can dress in melting grace | E |
| In sportive Summer's lavish bloom | I |
| The awful terrors of her face | E |
| And wear the sweet perennial smile | J |
| That charms in OTAHEITE'S isle | J |
| Yet amid her fragrant bowers | E |
| Where Spring whose dewy fingers strew | K |
| O'er other lands some fleeting flowers | E |
| Lives in blossoms ever new | K |
| Whence arose that shriek of pain | L |
| Whence the tear that flows in vain | L |
| Death thy unrelenting hand | G |
| Bursts some transient human band | G |
| What art thou Death terrific shade | G |
| In unpierc'd gloom array'd | G |
| Oft will daring Fancy stray | M |
| Far in the central wastes where night | G |
| Divides no cheering hour with day | M |
| And unnam'd horrors meet her sight | G |
| There thy form she dimly sees | E |
| And round the shape unfinish'd throws | E |
| All her frantic vision shews | E |
| When numbing fears her spirit freeze | E |
| But can mortal voice declare | N |
| If Fancy paints thee as thou art | G |
| Thy aspect may a terror wear | N |
| Her pencil never shall impart | G |
| The eye that once on thee shall gaze | E |
| No more its stiffen'd orb can raise | E |
| The lips that could thy power reveal | O |
| Shall lasting silence instant seal | O |
| In vain the icy hand we fold | G |
| In vain the breast with tears we steep | P |
| The heart that shar'd each pang is cold | G |
| The vacant eye no more can weep | P |
| Yet from the shore where Ganges rolls | E |
| His waves beneath the torrid ray | M |
| To earth's chill verge where o'er the poles | E |
| Falls the last beam of ling'ring day | M |
| For ever sacred are the dead | G |
| Sweet Fancy comes in sorrow's aid | G |
| And bids the mourner lightly tread | G |
| Where th' insensate clay is laid | G |
| Bids partial gloom the sod invest | G |
| By the mould'ring relics prest | G |
| There lavish strews with sad delight | G |
| Whate'er her consecrating power | H |
| Reveres of herb or fruit or flower | H |
| And fondly weaves the various rite | G |
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| See o'er OTAHEITE'S plain | L |
| Moves the long funereal train | L |
| Slow the pallid corse they bear | N |
| Oft they breathe the solemn prayer | N |
| Where the Ocean bathes the land | G |
| Thrice and thrice with pious hand | G |
| The priest where high the billow springs | E |
| From the wave unsullied flings | E |
| Waters pure that sprinkled near | Q |
| Sanctify the hallow'd bier | R |
| But never may one drop profane | L |
| The relics with forbidden stain | L |
| Now around the fun'ral shrine | S |
| Led in mystic mazes twine | S |
| Garlands where the plantain weaves | E |
| With the palm's luxuriant leaves | E |
| And o'er each sacred knot is spread | G |
| The plant devoted to the dead | G |
| Five pale moons with trembling light | G |
| Shall gaze upon the lengthen'd rite | G |
| Shall see distracted beauty tear | N |
| The tresses of her flowing hair | N |
| Those graceful locks no longer dear | Q |
| She wildly scatters o'er the bier | R |
| And frantic gives the frequent wound | G |
| That purples with her blood the ground | G |
| Where along the western sky | T |
| Day's reflected colours die | T |
| And twilight rules the doubtful hour | H |
| Ere slow pac'd night resumes her power | H |
| Mark the cloud that lingers still | U |
| Darkly on the hanging hill | U |
| There the disembodied mind | G |
| Hears upon the hollow wind | G |
| Low in mournful cadence thrown | V |
| Sorrow's oft repeated moan | V |
| Still some human passions sway | M |
| The spirit late immers'd in clay | M |
| Still the hopeless sigh is dear | Q |
| Still belov'd the fruitless tear | N |
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| Five waning moons with wand'ring light | G |
| Have past the shadowy bound of night | G |
| And mingled their departing ray | M |
| With the soft fires of early day | M |
| Let the last sad rites be paid | G |
| Grateful to the conscious shade | G |
| Let the priest with pious care | N |
| Now the wasted relics bear | N |
| Where the MORAI'S awful gloom | I |
| Shrouds the consecrated tomb | I |
| Let the plantain lift its head | G |
| Cherish'd emblem of the dead | G |
| Slow and solemn o'er the grave | B |
| Let the twisted plumage wave | B |
| Symbol hallow'd and divine | S |
| Of the god who guards the shrine | S |
| Hark that shriek of strange despair | N |
| Never shall disturb the air | N |
| Never never shall it rise | E |
| But for Nature's broken ties | E |
| Bright Crescent that with lucid smile | J |
| Gild'st the MORAI'S lofty pile | J |
| Whose broad lines of shadow throw | W |
| A gloomy horror far below | W |
| Witness O recording moon | X |
| All the rites are duly done | Y |
| Be the faithful tribute o'er | H |
| The hov'ring spirit asks no more | Z |
| Mortals cease the pile to tread | G |
| Leave to silence leave the dead | G |
| But where may she who loves to stray | M |
| 'Mid shadows of funereal gloom | I |
| And courts the sadness of the tomb | I |
| Where may she seek that proud MORAI | M |
| Whose dear memorial points the place | E |
| Where fell the friend of human race | E |
| Ye lonely Isles on Ocean's bound | G |
| Ye bloom'd thro' Time's long flight unknown | V |
| Till Cook the untrack'd billow past | G |
| Till he along the surges cast | G |
| Philanthropy's connecting zone | V |
| And spread her loveliest blessings round | G |
| Not like that murd'rous band he came | A2 |
| Who stain'd with blood the new found West | G |
| Nor as with unrelenting breast | G |
| From BRITAIN'S free enlightened land | G |
| Her sons now seek ANGOLA'S strand | G |
| The ties most sacred to unbind | G |
| To load with chains a brother's frame | A2 |
| And plunge a dagger in the mind | G |
| Mock the sharp anguish bleeding there | M |
| Of nature in her last despair | M |
| Great COOK Ambition's lofty flame | A2 |
| So oft directed to destroy | M |
| Led thee to circle with thy name | A2 |
| The smile of love and hope and joy | M |
| Those fires that lend the dang'rous blaze | E |
| The devious comet trails afar | M |
| Might form the pure benignant rays | E |
| That gild the morning's gentle star | M |
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| Sure where the hero's ashes rest | G |
| The nations late emerg'd from night | G |
| Still haste with love's unwearied care | M |
| That spot in lavish flowers is drest | G |
| And fancy's dear inventive rite | G |
| Still paid with fond observance there | M |
| Ah no around his fatal grave | B |
| No lavish flowers were ever strew'd | G |
| No votive gift was ever laid | G |
| His blood a savage shore bedew'd | G |
| His mangled limbs one hasty prayer | M |
| One pious tear by friendship paid | G |
| Were cast upon the raging wave | B |
| Deep in the wild abyss he lies | E |
| Far from the cherish'd scene of home | B2 |
| Far far from her whose faithful sighs | E |
| A husband's trackless course pursue | E |
| Whose tender fancy loves to roam | B2 |
| With him o'er lands and oceans new | E |
| And gilds with hope's deluding form | D |
| The gloomy pathway of the storm | D |
| Yet Cook immortal wreathes are thine | S |
| While Albion's grateful toil shall raise | E |
| The marble tomb the trophied bust | G |
| For ages faithful to its trust | G |
| While eager to record thy praise | E |
| She bids the muse of history twine | S |
| The chaplet of undying fame | A2 |
| And tell each polish'd land thy worth | C2 |
| The ruder natives of the earth | C2 |
| Shall oft repeat thy honour'd name | A2 |
| While infants catch the frequent sound | G |
| And learn to lisp the oral tale | D2 |
| Whose fond remembrance shall prevail | D2 |
| Till Time has reach'd her destin'd bound | G |
Helen Maria Williams
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