Wamberal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEBBFFGG HHBBBBDD BBDDBBGG IIJKGGDD| Just a shell to which the seaweed glittering yet with greenness clings | A |
| Like the song that once I loved so softly of the old time sings | A |
| Softly of the old time speaketh bringing ever back to me | B |
| Sights of far off lordly forelands glimpses of the sounding sea | B |
| Now the cliffs are all before me now indeed do I behold | C |
| Shining growths on wild wet hillheads quiet pools of green and gold | C |
| And across the gleaming beaches lo the mighty flow and fall | D |
| Of the great ingathering waters thundering under Wamberal | D |
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| Back there are the pondering mountains there the dim dumb ranges loom | E |
| Ghostly shapes in dead grey vapour half seen peaks august with gloom | E |
| There the voice of troubled torrents hidden in unfathomed deeps | B |
| Known to moss and faint green sunlight wanders down the oozy steeps | B |
| There the lake of many runnels nestles in a windless wild | F |
| Far amongst thick folded forests like a radiant human child | F |
| And beyond surf smitten uplands high above the highest spur | G |
| Lo the clouds like tents of tempest on the crags of Kincumber | G |
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| Wamberal the home of echoes Hard against a streaming strand | H |
| Sits the hill of blind black caverns at the limits of the land | H |
| Here the haughty water marches here the flights of straitened sea | B |
| Make a noise like that of trumpets breaking wide across the lea | B |
| But behold in yonder crescent that a ring of island locks | B |
| Are the gold and emerald cisterns shining moonlike in the rocks | B |
| Clear bright cisterns zoned by mosses where the faint wet blossoms dwell | D |
| With the leaf of many colours down beside the starry shell | D |
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| Friend of mine beyond the mountains here and here the perished days | B |
| Come like sad reproachful phantoms in the deep grey evening haze | B |
| Come like ghosts and sit beside me when the noise of day is still | D |
| And the rain is on the window and the wind is on the hill | D |
| Then they linger but they speak not while my memory roams and roams | B |
| Over scenes by death made sacred other lands and other homes | B |
| Places sanctified by sorrow sweetened by the face of yore | G |
| Face that you and I may look on friend and brother nevermore | G |
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| Seasons come with tender solace time lacks neither light nor rest | I |
| But the old thoughts were such dear ones and the old days seem the best | I |
| And to those who've loved and suffered every pulse of wind or rain | J |
| Every song with sadness in it brings the peopled Past again | K |
| Therefore just this shell yet dripping with this weed of green and grey | G |
| Sets me thinking sets me dreaming of the places far away | G |
| Dreaming of the golden rockpools of the foreland and the fall | D |
| And the home behind the mountains looming over Wamberal | D |
Henry Kendall
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