Caliban Upon Setebos Or, Natural Theology In The Island Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself	A
David Psalms	B
'Will sprawl now that the heat of day is best	C
Flat on his belly in the pit's much mire	D
With elbows wide fists clenched to prop his chin	E
And while he kicks both feet in the cool slush	F
And feels about his spine small eft things course	G
Run in and out each arm and make him laugh	A
And while above his head a pompion plant	H
Coating the cave top as a brow its eye	I
Creeps down to touch and tickle hair and beard	J
And now a flower drops with a bee inside	K
And now a fruit to snap at catch and crunch	L
He looks out o'er yon sea which sunbeams cross	M
And recross till they weave a spider web	N
Meshes of fire some great fish breaks at times	O
And talks to his own self howe'er he please	P
Touching that other whom his dam called God	Q
Because to talk about Him vexes ha	R
Could He but know and time to vex is now	S
When talk is safer than in winter time	T
Moreover Prosper and Miranda sleep	U
In confidence he drudges at their task	V
And it is good to cheat the pair and gibe	W
Letting the rank tongue blossom into speech	X
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Setebos Setebos and Setebos	P
'Thinketh He dwelleth i' the cold o' the moon	Y
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'Thinketh He made it with the sun to match	Z
But not the stars the stars came otherwise	P
Only made clouds winds meteors such as that	A2
Also this isle what lives and grows thereon	B2
And snaky sea which rounds and ends the same	C2
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'Thinketh it came of being ill at ease	P
He hated that He cannot change His cold	D2
Nor cure its ache 'Hath spied an icy fish	E2
That longed to 'scape the rock stream where she lived	F2
And thaw herself within the lukewarm brine	G2
O' the lazy sea her stream thrusts far amid	H2
A crystal spike 'twixt two warm walls of wave	A
Only she ever sickened found repulse	P
At the other kind of water not her life	A
Green dense and dim delicious bred o' the sun	I2
Flounced back from bliss she was not born to breathe	J2
And in her old bounds buried her despair	K2
Hating and loving warmth alike so He	L2
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'Thinketh He made thereat the sun this isle	M2
Trees and the fowls here beast and creeping thing	N2
Yon otter sleek wet black lithe as a leech	X
Yon auk one fire eye in a ball of foam	O2
That floats and feeds a certain badger brown	P2
He hath watched hunt with that slant white wedge eye	I
By moonlight and the pie with the long tongue	Q2
That pricks deep into oak warts for a worm	R2
And says a plain word when she finds her prize	P
But will not eat the ants the ants themselves	P
That build a wall of seeds and settled stalks	P
About their hole He made all these and more	S2
Made all we see and us in spite how else	P
He could not Himself make a second self	A
To be His mate as well have made Himself	A
He would not make what He mislikes or slights	P
An eyesore to Him or not worth His pains	P
But did in envy listlessness or sport	T2
Make what Himself would fain in a manner be	L2
Weaker in most points stronger in a few	A
Worthy and yet mere playthings all the while	M2
Things He admires and mocks too that is it	U2
Because so brave so better though they be	L2
It nothing skills if He begin to plague	V2
Look now I melt a gourd fruit into mash	W2
Add honeycomb and pods I have perceived	X2
Which bite like finches when they bill and kiss	P
Then when froth rises bladdery drink up all	Y2
Quick quick till maggots scamper through my brain	Z2
Last throw me on my back i' the seeded thyme	T
And wanton wishing I were born a bird	A3
Put case unable to be what I wish	E2
I yet could make a live bird out of clay	B3
Would not I take clay pinch my Caliban	Z2
Able to fly for there see he hath wings	P
And great comb like the hoopoe's to admire	D
And there a sting to do his foes offence	P
There and I will that he begin to live	A
Fly to yon rock top nip me off the horns	P
Of grigs high up that make the merry din	Z2
Saucy through their veined wings and mind me not	C3
In which feat if his leg snapped brittle clay	B3
And he lay stupid like why I should laugh	A
And if he spying me should fall to weep	U
Beseech me to be good repair his wrong	D3
Bid his poor leg smart less or grow again	Z2
Well as the chance were this might take or else	P
Not take my fancy I might hear his cry	I
And give the mankin three sound legs for one	Z2
Or pluck the other off leave him like an egg	E3
And lessoned he was mine and merely clay	B3
Were this no pleasure lying in the thyme	T
Drinking the mash with brain become alive	A
Making and marring clay at will So He	L2
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'Thinketh such shows nor right nor wrong in Him	F3
Nor kind nor cruel He is strong and Lord	G3
'Am strong myself compared to yonder crabs	P
That march now from the mountain to the sea	L2
'Let twenty pass and stone the twenty first	H3
Loving not hating not just choosing so	P
'Say the first straggler that boasts purple spots	P
Shall join the file one pincer twisted off	A
'Say this bruised fellow shall receive a worm	R2
And two worms he whose nippers end in red	I3
As it likes me each time I do so He	L2
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Well then 'supposeth He is good i' the main	Z2
Placable if His mind and ways were guessed	C
But rougher than His handiwork be sure	J3
Oh He hath made things worthier than Himself	A
And envieth that so helped such things do more	S2
Than He who made them What consoles but this	P
That they unless through Him do nought at all	Y2
And must submit what other use in things	P
'Hath cut a pipe of pithless elder joint	K3
That blown through gives exact the scream o' the jay	B3
When from her wing you twitch the feathers blue	A
Sound this and little birds that hate the jay	B3
Flock within stone's throw glad their foe is hurt	L3
Put case such pipe could prattle and boast forsooth	J2
I catch the birds I am the crafty thing	N2
I make the cry my maker cannot make	M3
With his great round mouth he must blow through mine '	-
Would not I smash it with my foot So He	L2
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But wherefore rough why cold and ill at ease	P
Aha that is a question Ask for that	A2
What knows the something over Setebos	P
That made Him or He may be found and fought	N3
Worsted drove off and did to nothing perchance	P
There may be something quiet o'er His head	I3
Out of His reach that feels nor joy nor grief	A
Since both derive from weakness in some way	B3
I joy because the quails come would not joy	O3
Could I bring quails here when I have a mind	P3
This Quiet all it hath a mind to doth	J2
'Esteemeth stars the outposts of its couch	Q3
But never spends much thought nor care that way	B3
It may look up work up the worse for those	P
It works on 'Careth but for Setebos	P
The many handed as a cuttle fish	E2
Who making Himself feared through what He does	P
Looks up first and perceives he cannot soar	S2
To what is quiet and hath happy life	A
Next looks down here and out of very spite	R3
Makes this a bauble world to ape yon real	S3
These good things to match those as hips do grapes	P
'Tis solace making baubles ay and sport	T2
Himself peeped late eyed Prosper at his books	P
Careless and lofty lord now of the isle	M2
Vexed 'stitched a book of broad leaves arrow shaped	T3
Wrote thereon he knows what prodigious words	P
Has peeled a wand and called it by a name	C2
Weareth at whiles for an enchanter's robe	U3
The eyed skin of a supple oncelot	T3
And hath an ounce sleeker than youngling mole	V3
A four legged serpent he makes cower and couch	Q3
Now snarl now hold its breath and mind his eye	I
And saith she is Miranda and my wife	A
'Keeps for his Ariel a tall pouch bill crane	Z2
He bids go wade for fish and straight disgorge	W3
Also a sea beast l	X3

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Caliban Upon Setebos Or, Natural Theology In The Island Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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