Castles In Spain. (birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACAB DEDDDE FEFFGE EHEEEH IBIIIB JKJJJK ELEEEL BEBBBE MNMMON PQPPPQ RBRRRB SESSSE TDTTTD TBTTTB UHUUUH| How much of my young heart O Spain | A |
| Went out to thee in days of yore | B |
| What dreams romantic filled my brain | A |
| And summoned back to life again | C |
| The Paladins of Charlemagne | A |
| The Cid Campeador | B |
| - | |
| And shapes more shadowy than these | D |
| In the dim twilight half revealed | E |
| Phoenician galleys on the seas | D |
| The Roman camps like hives of bees | D |
| The Goth uplifting from his knees | D |
| Pelayo on his shield | E |
| - | |
| It was these memories perchance | F |
| From annals of remotest eld | E |
| That lent the colors of romance | F |
| To every trivial circumstance | F |
| And changed the form and countenance | G |
| Of all that I beheld | E |
| - | |
| Old towns whose history lies hid | E |
| In monkish chronicle or rhyme | H |
| Burgos the birthplace of the Cid | E |
| Zamora and Valladolid | E |
| Toledo built and walled amid | E |
| The wars of Wamba's time | H |
| - | |
| The long straight line of the highway | I |
| The distant town that seems so near | B |
| The peasants in the fields that stay | I |
| Their toil to cross themselves and pray | I |
| When from the belfry at midday | I |
| The Angelus they hear | B |
| - | |
| White crosses in the mountain pass | J |
| Mules gay with tassels the loud din | K |
| Of muleteers the tethered ass | J |
| That crops the dusty wayside grass | J |
| And cavaliers with spurs of brass | J |
| Alighting at the inn | K |
| - | |
| White hamlets hidden in fields of wheat | E |
| White cities slumbering by the sea | L |
| White sunshine flooding square and street | E |
| Dark mountain ranges at whose feet | E |
| The river beds are dry with heat | E |
| All was a dream to me | L |
| - | |
| Yet something sombre and severe | B |
| O'er the enchanted landscape reigned | E |
| A terror in the atmosphere | B |
| As if King Philip listened near | B |
| Or Torquemada the austere | B |
| His ghostly sway maintained | E |
| - | |
| The softer Andalusian skies | M |
| Dispelled the sadness and the gloom | N |
| There Cadiz by the seaside lies | M |
| And Seville's orange orchards rise | M |
| Making the land a paradise | O |
| Of beauty and of bloom | N |
| - | |
| There Cordova is hidden among | P |
| The palm the olive and the vine | Q |
| Gem of the South by poets sung | P |
| And in whose Mosque Ahmanzor hung | P |
| As lamps the bells that once had rung | P |
| At Compostella's shrine | Q |
| - | |
| But over all the rest supreme | R |
| The star of stars the cynosure | B |
| The artist's and the poet's theme | R |
| The young man's vision the old man's dream | R |
| Granada by its winding stream | R |
| The city of the Moor | B |
| - | |
| And there the Alhambra still recalls | S |
| Aladdin's palace of delight | E |
| Allah il Allah through its halls | S |
| Whispers the fountain as it falls | S |
| The Darro darts beneath its walls | S |
| The hills with snow are white | E |
| - | |
| Ah yes the hills are white with snow | T |
| And cold with blasts that bite and freeze | D |
| But in the happy vale below | T |
| The orange and pomegranate grow | T |
| And wafts of air toss to and fro | T |
| The blossoming almond trees | D |
| - | |
| The Vega cleft by the Xenil | T |
| The fascination and allure | B |
| Of the sweet landscape chains the will | T |
| The traveller lingers on the hill | T |
| His parted lips are breathing still | T |
| The last sigh of the Moor | B |
| - | |
| How like a ruin overgrown | U |
| With flowers that hide the rents of time | H |
| Stands now the Past that I have known | U |
| Castles in Spain not built of stone | U |
| But of white summer clouds and blown | U |
| Into this little mist of rhyme | H |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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