By The Seaside : The Building Of The Ship Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Build me straight O worthy MasterA
Stanch and strong a goodly vesselB
That shall laugh at all disasterA
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle 'C
The merchant's wordD
Delighted the Master heardD
For his heart was in his work and the heartE
Giveth grace unto every ArtE
A quiet smile played round his lipsF
As the eddies and dimples of the tideG
Play round the bows of shipsF
That steadily at anchor rideG
And with a voice that was full of gleeH
He answered 'Erelong we will launchI
A vessel as goodly and strong and stanchJ
As ever weathered a wintry sea 'C
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And first with nicest skill and artE
Perfect and finished in every partE
A little model the Master wroughtK
Which should be to the larger planL
What the child is to the manL
Its counterpart in miniatureM
That with a hand more swift and sureM
The greater labor might be broughtK
To answer to his inward thoughtK
And as he labored his mind ran o'erA
The various ships that were built of yoreN
And above them all and strangest of allO
Towered the Great Harry crank and tallO
Whose picture was hanging on the wallO
With bows and stern raised high in airP
And balconies hanging here and thereP
And signal lanterns and flags afloatQ
And eight round towers like those that frownR
From some old castle looking downR
Upon the drawbridge and the moatQ
And he said with a smile 'Our ship I wisS
Shall be of another form than this '-
It was of another form indeedT
Built for freight and yet for speedT
A beautiful and gallant craftU
Broad in the beam that the stress of the blastV
Pressing down upon sail and mastV
Might not the sharp bows overwhelmW
Broad in the beam but sloping aftU
With graceful curve and slow degreesX
That she might be docile to the helmW
And that the currents of parted seasX
Closing behind with mighty forceY
Might aid and not impede her courseY
In the ship yard stood the MasterA
With the model of the vesselB
That should laugh at all disasterA
And with wave and whirlwind wrestleB
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Covering many a rood of groundZ
Lay the timber piled aroundZ
Timber of chestnut and elm and oakA2
And scattered here and there with theseX
The knarred and crooked cedar kneesX
Brought from regions far awayB2
From Pascagoula's sunny bayB2
And the banks of the roaring RoanokeA2
Ah what a wondrous thing it isC2
To note how many wheels of toilD2
One thought one word can set in motionE2
There 's not a ship that sails the oceanE2
But every climate every soilD2
Must bring its tribute great or smallO
And help to build the wooden wallO
The sun was rising o'er the seaH
And long the level shadows layB2
As if they too the beams would beH
Of some great airy argosyH
Framed and launched in a single dayB2
That silent architect the sunE2
Had hewn and laid them every oneE2
Ere the work of man was yet begunE2
Beside the Master when he spokeA2
A youth against an anchor leaningF2
Listened to catch his slightest meaningF2
Only the long waves as they brokeA2
In ripples on the pebbly beachG2
Interrupted the old man's speechG2
Beautiful they were in soothH2
The old man and the fiery youthH2
The old man in whose busy brainI2
Many a ship that sailed the mainI2
Was modelled o'er and o'er againJ2
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The fiery youth who was to beH
The heir of his dexterityH
The heir of his house and his daughter's handK2
When he had built and launched from landK2
What the elder head had plannedK2
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'Thus ' said he 'will we build this shipL2
Lay square the blocks upon the slipL2
And follow well this plan of mineM2
Choose the timbers with greatest careP
Of all that is unsound bewareP
For only what is sound and strongN2
To this vessel shall belongN2
Cedar of Maine and Georgia pineM2
Here together shall combineM2
A goodly frame and a goodly fameO2
And the Union be her nameO2
For the day that gives her to the seaH
Shall give my daughter unto thee '-
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The Master's wordD
Enraptured the young man heardD
And as he turned his face asideG
With a look of joy and a thrill of prideG
Standing beforeN
Her father's doorN
He saw the form of his promised brideG
The sun shone on her golden hairP
And her cheek was glowing fresh and fairP
With the breath of morn and the soft sea airP
Like a beauteous barge was sheH
Still at rest on the sandy beachG2
Just beyond the billow's reachG2
But heH
Was the restless seething stormy seaH
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Ah how skilful grows the handK2
That obeyeth Love's commandK2
It is the heart and not the brainI2
That to the highest doth attainI2
And he who followeth Love's behestP2
Far excelleth all the restP2
Thus with the rising of the sunE2
Was the noble task begunE2
And soon throughout the ship yard's boundsQ2
Were heard the intermingled soundsQ2
Of axes and of mallets pliedG
With vigorous arms on every sideG
Plied so deftly and so wellR2
That ere the shadows of evening fellR2
The keel of oak for a noble shipL2
Scarfed and bolted straight and strongN2
Was lying ready and stretched alongN2
The blocks well placed upon the slipL2
Happy thrice happy every oneE2
Who sees his labor well begunE2
And not perplexed and multipliedG
By idly waiting for time and tideG
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And when the hot long day was o'erA
The young man at the Master's doorN
Sat with the maiden calm and stillS2
And within the porch a little moreN
Removed beyond the evening chillS2
The father sat and told them talesT2
Of wrecks in the great September galesT2
Of pirates coasting the Spanish MainI2
And ships that never came back againJ2
The chance and change of a sailor's lifeU2
Want and plenty rest and strifeU2
His roving fancy like the windV2
That nothing can stay and nothing can bindV2
And the magic charm of foreign landsW2
With shadows of palms and shining sandsW2
Where the tumbling surfX2
O'er the coral reefs of MadagascarA
Washes the feet of the swarthy LascarA
As he lies alone and asleep on the turfX2
And the trembling maiden held her breathH2
At the tales of that awful pitiless seaH
With all its terror and mysteryH
The dim dark sea so like unto DeathH2
That divides and yet unites mankindV2
And whenever the old man paused a gleamY2
From the bowl of his pipe would awhile illumeY2
The silent group in the twilight gloomY2
And thoughtful faces as in a dreamY2
And for a moment one might markZ2
What had been hidden by the darkZ2
That the head of the maiden lay at restP2
Tenderly on the young man's breastP2
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Day by day the vessel grewA
With timbers fashioned strong and trueA
Stemson and keelson and sternson kneeH
Till framed with perfect symmetryH
A skeleton ship rose up to viewA
And around the bows and along the sideG
The heavy hammers and mallets pliedG
Till after many a week at lengthH2
Wonderful for form and strengthH2
Sublime in its enormous bulkA3
Loomed aloft the shadowy hulkA3
And around it columns of smoke upwreathingA3
Rose from the boiling bubbling seethingA3
Caldron that glowedB3
And overflowedB3
With the black tar heated for the sheathingA3
And amid the clamorsH
Of clattering hammersH
He who listened heard now and thenJ2
The song of the Master and his menJ2
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'Build me straight O worthy MasterA
Staunch and strong a goodly vesselB
That shall laugh at all disasterA
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle '-
With oaken brace and copper bandK2
Lay the rudder on the sandK2
That like a thought should have controlC3
Over the movement of the wholeC3
And near it the anchor whose giant handK2
Would reach down and grapple with the landK2
And immovable and fastV
Hold the great ship against the bellowing blastV
And at the bows an image stoodD3
By a cunning artist carved in woodD3
With robes of white that far behindV2
Seemed to be fluttering in the windV2
It was not shaped in a classic mouldE3
Not like a Nymph or Goddess of oldE3
Or Naiad rising from the waterA
But modelled from the Master's daughterA

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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