The Mariner's Cave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Once on a time there walked a marinerA
That had been shipwrecked on a lonely shoreB
And the green water made a restless stirA
And a great flock of mews sped on beforeB
He had nor food nor shelter for the tideC
Rose on the one and cliffs on the other sideC
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Brown cliffs they were they seemed to pierce the skyD
That was an awful deep of empty blueE
Save that the wind was in it and on highD
A wavering skein of wild fowl tracked it throughE
He marked them not but went with movement slowF
Because his thoughts were sad his courage lowF
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His heart was numb he neither wept nor sighedC
But wearifully lingered by the waveG
Until at length it chanced that he espiedC
Far up an opening in the cliff a caveG
A shelter where to sleep in his distressH
And lose his sorrow in forgetfulnessH
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With that he clambered up the rugged faceH
Of that steep cliff that all in shadow layI
And lo there was a dry and homelike placeH
Comforting refuge for the castawayI
And he laid down his weary weary headC
And took his fill of sleep till dawn waxed redC
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When he awoke warm stirring from the southJ
Of delicate summer air did sough and flowF
He rose and wending to the cavern's mouthJ
He cast his eyes a little way belowF
Where on the narrow ledges sharp and rudeC
Preening their wings the blue rock pigeons cooedC
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Then he looked lower and saw the lavenderA
And sea thrift blooming in long crevicesH
And the brown wallflower April's messengerA
The wallflower marshalled in her companiesH
Then lower yet he looked adown the steepK
And sheer beneath him lapped the lovely deepK
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The laughing deep and it was pacifiedC
As if it had not raged that other dayC
And it went murmuring in the morningtideC
Innumerable flatteries on its wayC
Kissing the cliffs and whispering at their feetC
With exquisite advancement and retreatC
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This when the mariner beheld he sighedC
And thought on his companions lying lowF
But while he gazed with eyes unsatisfiedC
On the fair reaches of their overthowJ
Thinking it strange he only lived of allL
But not returning thanks he heard a callL
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A soft sweet call a voice of tender ruthJ
He thought it came from out the cave And loF
It whispered Man look up But he forsoothJ
Answered I cannot for the long waves flowF
Across my gallant ship where sunk she liesH
With all my riches and my merchandiseH
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Moreover I am heavy for the fateC
Of these my mariners drowned in the deepK
I must lament me for their sad estateC
Now they are gathered in their last long sleepK
O the unpitying heavens upon me frownM
Then how should I look up I must look downM
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And he stood yet watching the fair green seaH
Till hunger reached him then he made a fireA
A driftwood fire and wandered listlesslyH
And gathered many eggs at his desireA
And dressed them for his meal and then he layC
And slept and woke upon the second dayC
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Whenas he said The cave shall be my homeN
None will molest me for the brown cliffs riseH
Like castles of defence behind the foamN
Of the remorseless sea beneath me liesH
'Tis easy from the cliff my food to winO
The nations of the rock dove breed thereinO
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For fuel at the ebb yon fair expanseH
Is strewed with driftwood by the breaking waveG
And in the sea is fish for sustenanceH
I will build up the entrance of the caveG
And leave therein a window and a doorB
And here will dwell and leave it nevermoreB
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Then even so he did and when his taskP
Many long days being over was completeC
When he had eaten as he sat to baskP
In the red firelight glowing at his feetC
He was right glad of shelter and he saidC
Now for my comrades am I comfortedC
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Then did the voice awake and speak againQ
It murmured Man look up But he repliedC
I cannot O mine eyes mine eyes are fainR
Down on the red wood ashes to abideC
Because they warm me Then the voice was stillS
And left the lonely mariner to his willS
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And soon it came to pass that he got gainR
He had great flocks of pigeons which he fedC
And drew great store of fish from out the mainR
And down from eiderducks and then he saidC
It is not good that I should lead my lifeT
In silence I will take to me a wifeT
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He took a wife and brought her home to himU
And he was good to her and cherished herA
So that she loved him then when light waxed dimU
Gloom came no more and she would ministerA
To all his wants while he being well contentC
Counted her company right excellentC
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But once as on the lintel of the doorB
She leaned to watch him while he put to seaH
This happy wife down gazing at the shoreB
Said sweetly It is better now with meH
Than it was lately when I used to spinO
In my old father's house beside the linO
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And then the soft voice of the cave awokeV
The soft voice which had haunted it erewhileS
And gently to the wife it also spokeV
Woman look up But she with tender guileS
Gave it denial answering Nay not soF
For all that I should look on lieth belowF
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The great sky overhead is not so goodC
For my two eyes as yonder stainless seaH
The source and yielder of our livelihoodC
Where rocks his little boat that loveth meH
This when the wife had said she moved awayC
And looked no higher than the wave all dayC
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Now when the year ran out a child she boreB
And there was such rejoicing in the caveG
As surely never had there been beforeB
Since God first made it Then full sweet and graveG
The voice God's utmost blessing brims thy cupW
O father of this child look up look upW
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Speak to my wife the mariner repliedC
I have much work right welcome work 'tis trueE
Another mouth to feed And then it sighedC
Woman look up She said Make no adoE
For I must needs look down on anywiseH
My heaven is in the blue of these dear eyesH
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The seasons of the year did swiftly whirlS
They measured time by one small life aloneX
On such a day the pretty pushing pearlS
That mouth they loved to kiss had sweetly shownX
That smiling mouth and it had made essayH
To give them names on such another dayH
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And afterward his infant historyH
Whether he played with baubles on the floorB
Or crept to pat the rock doves pecking nighD
And feeding on the threshold of the doorB
They loved to mark and all his marvellings dimU
The mysteries that beguiled and baffled himU
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He was so sweet that oft his mother saidC
O child how was it that I dwelt contentC
Before thou camest Blessings on thy headC
Thy pretty talk it is so innocentC
That oft for all my joy though it be deepK
When thou art prattling I am like to weepK
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Summer and winter spent themselves againQ
The rock doves in their season bred the cliffY
Grew sweet for every cleft would entertainR
Its tuft of blossom and the mariner's skiffY
Early and late would linger in the bayH
Because the sea was calm and winds awayH
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The little child about that rocky heightC
Led by her loving hand who gave him birthJ
Might wander in the clear unclouded lightC
And take his pastime in the beauteous earthJ
Smell the fair flowers in stony cradles swungZ
And see God's happy creatures feed their youngZ
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And once it came to pass at eventideC
His mother set him in the cavern doorB
And filled his lap with grain and stood asideC
To watch the circling rock doves soar and soarB
Then dip alight and run in circling bandsH
To take the barley from his open handsH
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And even while she stood and gazed at himU
And his grave father's eyes upon him dweltC
They heard the tender voice and it was dimU
And seemed full softly in the air to meltC
Father it murmured Mother dying awayH
Look up while yet the hours are called to dayH
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I will the father answered but not nowA2
The mother said Sweet voice O speak to meH
At a convenient season And the browA2
Of the cliff began to quake right fearfullyS
There was a rending crash and there did leapK
A riven rock and plunge into the deepK
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They said A storm is coming but they sleptC
That night in peace and thought the storm had passedC
For there was not a cloud to interceptC
The sacred moonlight on the cradle castC
And to his rocking boat at dawn of dayH
With joy of heart the mariner took his wayH
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But when he mounted up the path at nightC
Foreboding not of trouble or mischanceH
His wife came out into the fading lightC
And met him with a serious countenanceH
And she broke out in tears and sobbings thickB2
The child is sick my little child is sickB2
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They knelt beside him in the sultry darkC2
And when the moon looked in his face was paleS
And when the red sun like a burning barqueC2
Rose in a fog at sea his tender wailS
Sank deep into their hearts and piteouslyS
They fell to chiding of their destinyH
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The doves unheeded cooed that livelong dayH
Their pretty playmate cared for them no moreB
The sea thrift nodded wet with glistening sprayH
None gathered it the long wave washed the shoreB
He did not know nor lift his eyes to traceH
The new fallen shadow in his dwelling placeH
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The sultry sun beat on the cliffs all dayH
And hot calm airs slept on the polished seaH
The mournful mother wore her time awayH
Bemoaning of her helpless miseryH
Pleading and plaining till the day was doneD2
O look on me my love my little oneD2
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What aileth thee that thou dost lie and moanX
Ah would that I might bear it in thy steadC
The father made not his forebodings knownX
But gazed and in his secret soul he saidC
I may have sinned on sin waits punishmentC
But as for him sweet blameless innocentC
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What has he done that he is stricken downM
O it is hard to see him sink and fadeC
When I that counted him my dear life's crownM
So willingly have worked while he has playedC
That he might sleep have risen come storm come heatC
And thankfully would fast that he might eatC
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My God how short our happy days appearE2
How long the sorrowful They thought it longC2
The sultry morn that brought such evil cheerE2
And sat and wished and sighed for evensongC2
It came and cooling wafts about him stirredC
Yet when they spoke he answered not a wordC
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Take heart they cried but their sad hearts sank lowS
When he would moan and turn his restless headC
And wearily the lagging morns would goS
And nights while they sat watching by his bedC
Until a storm came up with wind and rainR
And lightning ran along the troubled mainR
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Over their heads the mighty thunders brakeC2
Leaping and tumbling down from rock to rockC2
Then burst anew and made the cliffs to quakeC2
As they were living things and felt the shockC2
The waiting sea to sob as if in painR
And all the midnight vault to ring againQ
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A lamp was burning in the mariner's caveG
But the blue lightning flashes made it dimU
And when the mother heard those thunders raveG
She took her little child to cherish himU
She took him in her arms and on her breastC
Full wearily she courted him to restC
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And soothed him long until the storm was spentC
And the last thunder peal had died awayH
And stars were out in all the firmamentC
Then did he cease to moan and slumbering layH
While in the welcome silence pure and deepK
The care worn parents sweetly fell asleepK
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And in a dream enwrought with fancies thickC2
The mother thought she heard the rock doves cooC2
She had forgotten that her child was sickC2
And she went forth their morning meal to strewC2
Then over all the cliff with earnest careF2
She sought her child and lo he was not thereF2
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But she was not afraid though long she soughtC
And climbed the cliff and set her feet in grassH
Then reached a river broad and full she thoughtC
And at its brink he sat Alas alasH
For one stood near him fair and undefiledC
An innocent a marvellous man childC
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In garments white as wool and O most fairF2
A rainbow covered him with mystic lightC
Upon the warm d grass his feet were bareF2
And as he breathed the rainbow in her sightC
In passions of clear crimson trembling layH
With gold and violet mist made fair the dayH
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Her little life she thought his little handsH
Were full of flowers that he did play withalH
But when he saw the boy o' the golden landsH
And looked him in the face he let them fallH
Held through a rapturous pause in wistful wiseH
To the sweet strangeness of those keen child eyesH
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Ah dear and awful God who chastenest meH
How shall my soul to this be reconciledC
It is the Saviour of the world quoth sheH
And to my child He cometh as a childC
Then on her knees she fell by that vast streamG2
Oh it was sorrowful this woman's dreamG2
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For lo that Elder Child drew nearer nowA2
Fair as the light and purer than the sunD2
The calms of heaven were brooding on his browA2
And in his arms He took her little oneD2
Her child that knew her but with sweet demurA
Drew back nor held his hands to come to herA
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With that in mother misery sore she weptC
O Lamb of God I love my child so MUCHH2
He stole away to Thee while we two sleptC
But give him back for Thou hast many suchH2
And as for me I have but one O deignR
Dear Pity of God to give him me againQ
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His feet were on the river Oh his feetC
Had touched the river now and it was greatC
And yet He hearkened when she did entreatC
And turned in quietness as He would waitC
Wait till she looked upon Him and beholdC
There lay a long way off a city of goldC
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Like to a jasper and a sardine stoneX
Whelmed in the rainbow stood that fair man childC
Mighty and innocent that held her ownX
And as might be his manner at home he smiledC
Then while she looked and looked the vision brakeC2
And all amazed she started up awakeC2
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And lo her little child was gone indeedC
The sleep that knows no waking he had sleptC
Folded to heaven's own heart in rainbow bredeC
Clothed and made glad while they two mourned and weptC
But in the drinking of their bitter cupW
The sweet voice spoke once more and sighed Look upW
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They heard and straightway answered Even soS
For what abides that we should look on hereI2
The heavens are better than this earth belowS
They are of more account and far more dearE2
We will look up for all most sweet and fairF2
Most pure most excellent is garnered thereF2

Jean Ingelow



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