Burning Drift-wood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJII KLKL DMDM NONP QRQR STST UVUV WXWX YZYZ A2B2A2C2 D2E2D2E2 F2G2H2G2 I2J2I2J2 E2K2E2K2 L2PL2O M2N2O2N2 NE2NE2 BP2BP2

Before my drift wood fire I sitA
And see with every waif I burnB
Old dreams and fancies coloring itA
And folly's unlaid ghosts returnB
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O ships of mine whose swift keels cleftC
The enchanted sea on which they sailedD
Are these poor fragments only leftC
Of vain desires and hopes that failedD
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Did I not watch from them the lightE
Of sunset on my towers in SpainF
And see far off uploom in sightE
The Fortunate Isles I might not gainF
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Did sudden lift of fog revealG
Arcadia's vales of song and springH
And did I pass with grazing keelG
The rocks whereon the sirens singH
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Have I not drifted hard uponI
The unmapped regions lost to manJ
The cloud pitched tents of Prester JohnI
The palace domes of Kubla KhanI
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Did land winds blow from jasmine flowersK
Where Youth the ageless Fountain fillsL
Did Love make sign from rose blown bowersK
And gold from Eldorado's hillsL
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Alas the gallant ships that sailedD
On blind Adventure's errand sentM
Howe'er they laid their courses failedD
To reach the haven of ContentM
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And of my ventures those aloneN
Which Love had freighted safely spedO
Seeking a good beyond my ownN
By clear eyed Duty pilotedP
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O mariners hoping still to meetQ
The luck Arabian voyagers metR
And find in Bagdad's moonlit streetQ
Haroun al Raschid walking yetR
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Take with you on your Sea of DreamsS
The fair fond fancies dear to youthT
I turn from all that only seemsS
And seek the sober grounds of truthT
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What matter that it is not MayU
That birds have flown and trees are bareV
That darker grows the shortening dayU
And colder blows the wintry airV
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The wrecks of passion and desireW
The castles I no more rebuildX
May fitly feed my drift wood fireW
And warm the hands that age has chilledX
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Whatever perished with my shipsY
I only know the best remainsZ
A song of praise is on my lipsY
For losses which are now my gainsZ
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Heap high my hearth No worth is lostA2
No wisdom with the folly diesB2
Burn on poor shreds your holocaustA2
Shall be my evening sacrificeC2
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Far more than all I dared to dreamD2
Unsought before my door I seeE2
On wings of fire and steeds of steamD2
The world's great wonders come to meE2
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And holier signs unmarked beforeF2
Of Love to seek and Power to saveG2
The righting of the wronged and poorH2
The man evolving from the slaveG2
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And life no longer chance or fateI2
Safe in the gracious FatherhoodJ2
I fold o'er wearied hands and waitI2
In full assurance of the goodJ2
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And well the waiting time must beE2
Though brief or long its granted daysK2
If Faith and Hope and CharityE2
Sit by my evening hearth fire's blazeK2
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And with them friends whom Heaven has sparedL2
Whose love my heart has comfortedP
And sharing all my joys has sharedL2
My tender memories of the deadO
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Dear souls who left us lonely hereM2
Bound on their last long voyage to whomN2
We day by day are drawing nearO2
Where every bark has sailing roomN2
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I know the solemn monotoneN
Of waters calling unto meE2
I know from whence the airs have blownN
That whisper of the Eternal SeaE2
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As low my fires of drift wood burnB
I hear that sea's deep sounds increaseP2
And fair in sunset light discernB
Its mirage lifted Isles of PeaceP2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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