The Cicalas: An Idyll Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 52 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

A Simple Gift Of Clarity
by Michael Mcguire
Ring Of Fire
by N. Khanyile
A Disturbing Dream
by Marlon Pitter
Crab Lice
by Marlon Pitter
Biography Of The Anonymous
by Gilbert Sordebabari
Lost In Search Of A Saved Child
by Michael Mcguire
Dark Lens
by Gilbert Sordebabari
The Ship
by Pieter Sanders
Rose Bush
by Aubrie J Chellman
Between Condemning Bad Acts And Doing Bad Things, Which One Is Worse?
by Marlon Pitter

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

Scene AN ENGLISH GARDEN BY STARLIGHT	A
	-
Persons A LADY AND A POET	B
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
Dimly I see your face I hear your breath	C
Sigh faintly as a flower might sigh in death	C
And when you whisper you but stir the air	D
With a soft hush like summer's own despair	D
	-
	-
THE LADY aloud	E
	-
O Night divine O Darkness ever blest	F
Give to our old sad Earth eternal rest	F
Since from her heart all beauty ebbs away	G
Let her no more endure the shame of day	G
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
A thousand ages have not made less bright	A
The stars that in this fountain shine to night	A
Your eyes in shadow still betray the gleam	H
That every son of man desires in dream	H
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
Yes hearts will burn when all the stars are cold	J
And Beauty lingers but her tale is told	J
Mankind has left her for a game of toys	K
And fleets the golden hour with speed and noise	K
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
Think you the human heart no longer feels	L
Because it loves the swift delight of wheels	L
And is not Change our one true guide on earth	M
The surest hand that leads us from our birth	M
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
Change were not always loss if we could keep	N
Beneath all change a clear and windless deep	N
But more and more the tides that through us roll	O
Disturb the very sea bed of the soul	O
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
The foam of transient passions cannot fret	P
The sea bed of the race profounder yet	P
And there where Greece and her foundations are	Q
Lies Beauty built below the tide of war	R
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
So to the desert once in fifty years	S
Some poor mad poet sings and no one hears	T
But what belated race in what far clime	H
Keeps even a legend of Arcadian time	H
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
Not ours perhaps a nation still so young	U
So late in Rome's deserted orchard sprung	U
Bears not as yet but strikes a hopeful root	V
Till the soil yield its old Hesperian fruit	V
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
Is not the hour gone by The mystic strain	W
Degenerate once may never spring again	X
What long forsaken gods shall we invoke	Y
To grant such increase to our common oak	Y
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
Yet may the ilex of more ancient birth	M
More deeply planted in that genial earth	M
From her Italian wildwood even now	Z
Revert and bear once more the golden bough	Z
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
A poet's dream was never yet less great	A2
Because it issued through the ivory gate	A2
Show me one leaf from that old wood divine	B2
And all your ardour all your hopes are mine	B2
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
May Venus bend me to no harder task	C2
For Pan be praised I hold the gift you ask	C2
The leaf the legend that your wish fulfils	T
To day he brought me from the Umbrian hills	T
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
Your young Italian yes I saw you stand	D2
And point his path across our well walled land	D2
A sculptor's model but alas no god	E2
These narrow fields the goat foot never trod	E2
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
Yet from his eyes the mirth a moment glanced	F2
To which the streams of old Arcadia danced	F2
And on his tongue still lay the childish lore	R
Of that lost world for which you hope no more	R
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
Tell me from where I watched I saw his face	T
And his hands moving with a rustic grace	T
Caught too the alien sweetness of his speech	G2
But sound alone not sense my ears could reach	G2
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
He asked if we in England ever heard	H2
The tiny beasts half insect and half bird	H2
That neither eat nor sleep but die content	I2
When they in endless song their strength have spent	I2
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
Cicalas how the name enchants me back	J2
To the grey olives and the dust white track	J2
Was there a story then I have forgot	K2
Or else by chance my Umbrians told it not	K2
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
Lover of music you at least should know	L2
That these were men in ages long ago	L2
Ere music was and then the Muses came	H
And love of song took hold on them like flame	H
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
Yes I remember now the voice that speaks	T
Most living still of all the deathless Greeks	T
Yet tell me how they died divinely mad	M2
And of the Muses what reward they had	M2
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
They are reborn on earth and from the first	N2
They know not sleep they hunger not nor thirst	N2
Summer with glad Cicala's song they fill	O2
Then die and go to haunt the Muses' Hill	O2
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
They are reborn indeed and rightly you	P2
The far heard echo of their music knew	P2
Pray now to Pan since you too it would seem	H
Were there with Phaedrus by Ilissus' stream	H
	-
	-
THE POET	B
	-
Beloved Pan and all ye gods whose grace	T
For ever haunts our short life's resting place	T
Outward and inward make me one true whole	O
And grant me beauty in the inmost soul	O
	-
	-
THE LADY	I
	-
And thou O Night O starry Queen of Air	D
Remember not my blind and faithless prayer	D
Let me too live let me too sing again	X
Since Beauty wanders still the ways of men	X

Henry John Newbolt, Sir

The Cicalas: An Idyll Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About The Cicalas: An Idyll

Write your comment about The Cicalas: An Idyll poem by Henry John Newbolt, Sir

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets