Ultima Thule: From My Arm-chair Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLL MMEE NNOO PPGG DDQQ RRSS TTCC| Am I a king that I should call my own | A |
| This splendid ebon throne | A |
| Or by what reason or what right divine | B |
| Can I proclaim it mine | B |
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| Only perhaps by right divine of song | C |
| It may to me belong | C |
| Only because the spreading chestnut tree | D |
| Of old was sung by me | D |
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| Well I remember it in all its prime | E |
| When in the summer time | E |
| The affluent foliage of its branches made | F |
| A cavern of cool shade | F |
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| There by the blacksmith's forge beside the street | G |
| Its blossoms white and sweet | G |
| Enticed the bees until it seemed alive | H |
| And murmured like a hive | H |
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| And when the winds of autumn with a shout | I |
| Tossed its great arms about | I |
| The shining chestnuts bursting from the sheath | J |
| Dropped to the ground beneath | J |
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| And now some fragments of its branches bare | K |
| Shaped as a stately chair | K |
| Have by my hearthstone found a home at last | L |
| And whisper of the past | L |
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| The Danish king could not in all his pride | M |
| Repel the ocean tide | M |
| But seated in this chair I can in rhyme | E |
| Roll back the tide of Time | E |
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| I see again as one in vision sees | N |
| The blossoms and the bees | N |
| And hear the children's voices shout and call | O |
| And the brown chestnuts fall | O |
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| I see the smithy with its fires aglow | P |
| I hear the bellows blow | P |
| And the shrill hammers on the anvil beat | G |
| The iron white with heat | G |
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| And thus dear children have ye made for me | D |
| This day a jubilee | D |
| And to my more than three score years and ten | Q |
| Brought back my youth again | Q |
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| The heart hath its own memory like the mind | R |
| And in it are enshrined | R |
| The precious keepsakes into which is wrought | S |
| The giver's loving thought | S |
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| Only your love and your remembrance could | T |
| Give life to this dead wood | T |
| And make these branches leafless now so long | C |
| Blossom again in song | C |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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