Nathalocus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDDDC A EFEFGGGF A HGHGGGGG I DJDKGGGJ I DJDKLLLJ I BMBMNNOM I GPGPGGGP I GFGFIIIF M QRQRMMMR M IMIMGGGM I ISISBBBS

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Bleak was the pathway and barren the mountainB
As the traveller passed on his wearisome wayC
Sealed by the frost was each murmuring fountainB
And the sun shone through mist with a blood coloured rayC
But neither the road nor the danger togetherD
Could alter his purpose nor yet the rough weatherD
So on went the wayfarer through the thick heatherD
Till he came to the cave where the dread witches stayC
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IIA
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Hewn from the rock was that cavern so drearyE
And the entrance by bushes was hid from the sightF
But he found his way in and with travelling wearyE
With joy he beheld in the darkness a lightF
And in a recess of that wonderful dwellingG
He heard the strange song of the witch wildly swellingG
In magical numbers unceasingly tellingG
The fortunes of kingdoms the issue of fightF
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Up rose the witch as the traveller enteredH
Welcome she said and what news from the kingG
And why to inquire of me thus has he venturedH
When he knows that the answer destruction will bringG
Sit here and attend Then her pale visage turningG
To where the dim lamp in the darkness was burningG
She took up a book of her magical learningG
And prepared in prophetical numbers to singG
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IVI
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Now she is seated the curtain is o er herD
The god is upon her attend then and hearJ
The vapour is rising in volumes before herD
And forms of the future in darkness appearK
Hark now the god inspiration is bringingG
Tis not her voice through the cavern is ringingG
No for the song her familiar is singingG
And these were the words of the maddening seerJ
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VI
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Slave of the monarch return to thy masterD
Whisper these words in Nathalocus earJ
Tell him from me that Old Time can fly fasterD
Than he is aware for his death hour is nearK
Tell hint his fate with the mystery due itL
But let him not know of the hand that shall do itL
Tell me vile witch or I swear thou shalt rue itL
Thou art the murderer answered the seerJ
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VII
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Am I a dog that I d do such an actionB
Answered the chief as in anger he roseM
Would I ungrateful be head of a factionB
And call myself one of Nathalocus foesM
No more said the witch the enchantment is endedN
I brave not the wrath of the demon offendedN
Whatever thy fate tis not now to be mendedO
So the stranger returned through the thick driving snowsM
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VIII
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High from his eyrie the eagle was screamingG
Pale sheeted spectres stalked over the heathP
Bright in his mind s eye a dagger was gleamingG
Waiting the moment to spring from its sheathP
Hoarse croaked the raven that eastward was flyingG
Well did he know of the king that was dyingG
Down in the river the Kelpie was sighingG
Mourning the king in the water beneathP
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His mind was confused with this terrible warningG
Horrible spectres were with him by nightF
Still in his sorrow he wished for the morningG
Cursing the day when he first saw the lightF
He said in his raving The day that she bore meI
Would that my mother in pieces had tore meI
See there is Nathalocus body before meI
Hence ye vain shadows depart from my sightF
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And when from the palace the king sent to meet himQ
To ask what response from the witch he might bearR
When the messengerthought that the stranger would greet himQ
He answered by nought but a meaningless stareR
On his face was a smile but it was not of gladnessM
For all was within inconsolable sadnessM
And aye in his eye was the fixt glare of madnessM
In the king's private chamber I ll answer him thereR
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Tell me my sovereign have I been unrulyI
Have I been ever found out of my placeM
Have not I followed thee faithfully trulyI
Though danger and death stared me full in the faceM
Have I been seen from the enemy flyingG
Have I been wanting in danger most tryingG
Oh if I have judge me worthy of dyingG
Let me be covered with shame and disgraceM
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Couldst thou imagine that I should betray theeI
I whom thy bounty with friendship has blessedS
But the witch gave for answer that my hand should slay theeI
Tis this that for long has deprived me of restS
Ever since then have my slumbers been brokenB
But true are the words that the prophet has spokenB
Nathalocus now receive this as a tokenB
So saying the dagger he plunged in his breastS

James Clerk Maxwell



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