The Wanderers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDEFFGGDEAHIHIIJC JKLKDKDMLMEAAENNN OPP QRPRQPSSS TUVVUVWXWXYPYPYZA2B2 A2A2A2A2A2

Over the sea our galleys wentA
With cleaving prows in order braveB
To a speeding wind and a bounding waveB
A gallant armamentC
Each bark built out of a forest treeD
Left leafy and rough as first it grewE
And nail'd all over the gaping sidesF
Within and without with black bull hidesF
Seethed in fat and suppled in flameG
To bear the playful billows' gameG
So each good ship was rude to seeD
Rude and bare to the outward viewE
But each upbore a stately tentA
Where cedar pales in scented rowH
Kept out the flakes of the dancing brineI
And an awning droop'd the mast belowH
In fold on fold of the purple fineI
That neither noontide nor star shineI
Nor moonlight cold which maketh madJ
Might pierce the regal tenementC
When the sun dawn'd O gay and gladJ
We set the sail and plied the oarK
But when the night wind blew like breathL
For joy of one day's voyage moreK
We sang together on the wide seaD
Like men at peace on a peaceful shoreK
Each sail was loosed to the wind so freeD
Each helm made sure by the twilight starM
And in a sleep as calm as deathL
We the voyagers from afarM
Lay stretch'd along each weary crewE
In a circle round its wondrous tentA
Whence gleam'd soft light and curl'd rich scentA
And with light and perfume music tooE
So the stars wheel'd round and the darkness pastN
And at morn we started beside the mastN
And still each ship was sailing fastN
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Now one morn land appear'd a speckO
Dim trembling betwixt sea and skyP
'Avoid it ' cried our pilot 'checkP
The shout restrain the eager eye '-
But the heaving sea was black behindQ
For many a night and many a dayR
And land though but a rock drew nighP
So we broke the cedar pales awayR
Let the purple awning flap in the windQ
And a statue bright was on every deckP
We shouted every man of usS
And steer'd right into the harbour thusS
With pomp and p an gloriousS
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A hundred shapes of lucid stoneT
All day we built its shrine for eachU
A shrine of rock for ever oneV
Nor paused till in the westering sunV
We sat together on the beachU
To sing because our task was doneV
When lo what shouts and merry songsW
What laughter all the distance stirsX
A loaded raft with happy throngsW
Of gentle islandersX
'Our isles are just at hand ' they criedY
'Like cloudlets faint in even sleepingP
Our temple gates are open'd wideY
Our olive groves thick shade are keepingP
For these majestic forms' they criedY
O then we awoke with sudden startZ
From our deep dream and knew too lateA2
How bare the rock how desolateB2
Which had received our precious freightA2
Yet we call'd out 'DepartA2
Our gifts once given must here abideA2
Our work is done we have no heartA2
To mar our work ' we criedA2

Robert Browning



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