To The Nile Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Son of the old Moon mountains AfricanA
Chief of the Pyramid and CrocodileB
We call thee fruitful and that very whileB
A desert fills our seeing's inward spanC
Nurse of swart nations since the world beganC
Art thou so fruitful or dost thou beguileB
Such men to honour thee who worn with toilD
Rest for a space 'twixt Cairo and DecanC
O may dark fancies err They surely doE
'Tis ignorance that makes a barren wasteF
Of all beyond itself Thou dost bedewF
Green rushes like our rivers and dost tasteF
The pleasant sunrise Green isles hast thou tooF
And to the sea as happily dost hasteF

John Keats


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