Robin, The Sea-boy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEDEFFGHHGIIJJ KK JJCCLLMMNNOOJJJJPPCC JJQQRRJJSSJJJJ TTBBJJUUJJUUDDUUUUUU VVUUUUWWXY ZA2CCCHo ruddy cheeked boys and curly maids | A |
Who deftly ply your pails and spades | A |
All you who sturdily take your stand | B |
On your pebble buttressed forts of sand | B |
And thence defy | C |
With a fearless eye | C |
And a burst of rollicking high pitched laughter | D |
The stealthy trickling waves that lap you | E |
And the crested breakers that tumble after | D |
To souse and batter you sting and sap you | E |
All you roll about rackety little folk | F |
Down again up again not a bit brittle folk | F |
Attend attend | G |
And let each girl and boy | H |
Join in a loud Ahoy | H |
For lo he comes your tricksy little friend | G |
From the clear caverns of his crystal home | I |
Beyond the tossing ridges of the foam | I |
Planner of sandy romps and wet delights | J |
Robin the Sea boy prince of ocean sprites | J |
Is come is come to lead you in your play | K |
And fill your hearts with mirth and jocund sport to day | K |
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What Can't you see him There he stands | J |
On a sheer rock and lifts his hands | J |
A little lad not three feet high | C |
With dancing mischief in his eye | C |
His body gleams against the light | L |
A clear cut shape of dazzling white | L |
Set off and topped by golden hair | M |
That streams and tosses in the air | M |
A moment poised he dares the leap | N |
And cuts the wind and cleaves the deep | N |
Down through the emerald vaults self hurled | O |
That roof the sea god's awful world | O |
Another moment sees him rise | J |
And beat the salt spray from his eyes | J |
He breasts the waves he spurns their blows | J |
Then like a rocket up he goes | J |
Up up to where the gusty wind | P |
With all its wrath is left behind | P |
Still up he soars and high and high | C |
A speck of light that dots the sky | C |
Then watch him as he slowly droops | J |
Where the great sea birds wheel their troops | J |
Three broad winged gulls himself their lord | Q |
He hitches to a silken cord | Q |
Bits them and bridles them with skill | R |
And bids them draw him where he will | R |
Above the tumult of the shores | J |
He floats he stoops he darts he soars | J |
From near and far he calls the rest | S |
And waves them forward for a quest | S |
Then straight without a check he speeds | J |
Across the azure tracts and leads | J |
With apt reproof and cheering words | J |
As on a chase his cry of birds | J |
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And when he has finished his airy fun | T |
And all his flights and his swoops are done | T |
He will drop to the shore and lend a hand | B |
In building a castle of weed and sand | B |
He will cover with flints its frowning face | J |
To keep the tide in its proper place | J |
And the waves shall employ their utmost damp art | U |
In vain to abolish your moated rampart | U |
And nobody's nurse shall make a fuss | J |
As is far too often the case with us | J |
Instead of the usual how de do | U |
She will give us praise when we get wet through | U |
In fact she will smile and think it better | D |
When we get as wet as we like and wetter | D |
As for eating too much you can safely risk it | U |
With chocolate lollipop cake and biscuit | U |
And your mother will revel with high delight | U |
In the state of her own one's appetite | U |
Great shells there shall be of a rainbow hue | U |
To be found and gathered by me and you | U |
Wonderful nets for the joy of making 'em | V |
And scores of shrimps for the trouble of taking 'em | V |
In fact it isn't half bad now is it | U |
When Robin the Sea boy pays his visit | U |
And perhaps he will tire of his shape and habit | U |
And change and turn to a frisky rabbit | U |
A plump young gadabout cheerful fellow | W |
With a twitching nose and a coat of yellow | W |
And never the smallest trace of fear | X |
From his flashing scut to his flattened ear | Y |
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But lo there's a hint of coming rain | Z |
So presto Robin is back again | A2 |
He lifts his head and he cocks his eye | C |
And waves his hand and prepares to fly | C |
Good bye Robin good bye good bye | C |
R. C. Lehmann
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