Ruan's Voyage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The mist has fallen over the islesB
And Ruan turns his boat for homeC
The wind is down with an oar he steersD
The narrow races where at whilesB
To left or right through fog he hearsE
The low roar and short hiss of foamC
As either rock sharp shore he nearsD
Full glad at heart he guides for homeC
Full gladly looks ere night to reachF
The little haven twilit beachF
And pleasant smell of the green earthG
That he has left three days agoH
To warm both hands before the glowH
Of peats upon the cottage hearthI
Where his gray father will be mendingJ
The old nets and his mother bendingJ
Over the fire at his step uplookJ
From the pot that smokes in the ingle nookJ
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Is it a sea mew's cry that callsK
Loud through the mist and wailing fallsK
Suddenly the white veil liftedL
And in smoking coils was driftedL
Ruan felt a cry ring through himM
There on a jutting rock aloneN
Stood a woman crying to himM
White her hair was heedless blownN
'Mid gleaming surf the rock rose bareO
Her withered arms were stretched in prayerO
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Fisherman fisherman help '' she criedP
Ruan turned his boat asideP
Swiftly in the eddying tideP
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Fisherman take me in thy boatQ
And to my own home carry meR
To the isle of MelilotQ
That lies upon the western sea ''-
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How camest thou on this stormy strandQ
A barren rock that men avoid ''-
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Robbers came upon our landQ
Burnt and pillaged and destroyedQ
Half our women folk they reftQ
And me upon this rock they left ''-
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Where is this isle of MelilotQ
For of all the isles I know it not ''-
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Come hither and take me in with theeR
And I will guide thee across the sea ''-
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Heavily Ruan thought on his homeC
In Westerness across the foamC
But he turned his oar and glided nearS
As it were his mother he lifted herT
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She sat in the stern cloaked and dimM
And through the chill mist guided himM
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It seemed that day had never an endQ
It seemed that sea had never a shoreU
Such weary hours he seemed to bendQ
Upon his never resting oarU
And felt the cold salt on his lipV
And from his hair the vapour dripV
But still the blank fog brooded roundQ
Over an ocean without soundQ
At last along the glassy seasW
Crept faint upon his face a breezeW
And like a shadow soft and lightQ
Stole up a little wave that knockedQ
Upon the stern the boat was rockedQ
He looked and O heart stilling sightQ
She who sat there was not the sameX
Before his eyes the winter oldQ
Fell from her the full hair outrolledQ
In splendour soft as springing flameX
Breathing out a perfume sweetQ
Over her shoulders to her feetQ
Now like a bloom her face becameX
Her arms and bosom rounded fairO
And even then was Ruan 'wareO
Of blueness breaking the white airO
And his own shadow trembling thereO
And ere his tongue strove into speechF
The keel was grating on a beachF
When mortals gaze on goddessesY
So high the hope of our dreaming isY
The wonder loses fear the charmZ
Drinks up the wonder Ruan leaptQ
Upon a shore in sunshine warmA2
And forth with him the Lady steptQ
And each to the other lightly talkedQ
As 'twere their wont so hand in handQ
To wander through a lovely landQ
By solitary slopes they walkedQ
The mist was scattered but still before themB2
Was blown in fleecy tuft and trailC2
And tremulous mid the melting cloudQ
Upon the bushes low that bore themB2
Were crimson flowers that danced and bowedQ
And green leaves fluttered their edges paleC2
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In a moment's space beholdQ
The blue noon fell to evening goldQ
Suddenly before them stoodQ
A palace silent in a woodQ
A dream of the eyes when music fills the earO
By night and through the lulled brain ebbs and flowsD2
Might build and colour so unearthly clearO
So fair and strange a house as roseD2
On Ruan's eyes such gleaming wallsK
Delicate towers and airy porticoesK
Pillars of clear jade whose pale capitalsK
Like tiger's claws were ivory smooth and brightQ
Upheld a lintel fair like fretted snowsK
The carved work by its shadow glowed distinctQ
No crevice but was brimmed with brooding lightQ
Upon the roof a bird of Atlas blinkedQ
Sun drowned in splendour from the gorgeous WestQ
And preened his plumes with languid crestQ
Open beneath a shadowy doorway stoodQ
And fragrant smoke from fires of citron woodQ
Beckoned to happy senses and the guestQ
Bade cross the threshold enter and be blestQ
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By now they paused within a spacious roomE2
Curtained about with glimmering tapestriesK
That in the hush and richness of the gloomE2
Hung like a forest gemmed with fancied eyesK
Pale tendrils twined about the clustered pipeF2
Of reeds and black trunks branched above remoteQ
To heavy fruit that hovered over ripeF2
Of fiery gold and dull vermilion stripeF2
A waste of boughs for wild birds' pillagingJ
And over dimness large leaves seemed to floatQ
That here were spotted like a serpent's throatQ
And there were greener than a finch's wingJ
It seemed to live though all was whistQ
And Ruan gazing seemed to hearO
With heart throb quickened into fearO
The drooping briars writhe and twistQ
The branches wave with stealthy stirO
Of dappled leaves or dappled furO
A sound as if the tangle hissedQ
He trembled as the room he scannedQ
The Lady clasped him by the handQ
He looked into her face she stoleG2
In that moment all his soulG2
Fear not fear not all is thineH2
Ruan so thou wilt be mineH2
I am Morgaine whom mortals call Le FayI2
And I have brought thee to my house this dayI2
Because I love thee and will give thee moreO
Than thou hast dreamed in all thy life before ''-
With that she kissed him on the mouth and heR
Was like warm wax before her witcheryO
And as she spoke the arras changed to viewJ2
Tender and tremulous and clear in hueJ2
As April woods of white anemoneN
And in his heart fear died to joy anewJ2
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She led him on with willing feetQ
Through many a perfumed hall they glidedQ
His brain grew giddy with that incense sweetQ
But still the smile of Morgaine guidedQ
Betwixt slim pillars on a floorO
Of brindled coromandel woodQ
Where now 'twas scented dusk no moreO
But airy peace calmed all his bloodQ
For in the wall a window wideQ
Looked out on magic eventideQ
Far far beneath them a blue lake was cuppedQ
Hollow amid the twilight of a valeC2
And over wan mist floating frailC2
A rosy mountain soared abruptQ
Black pines and gold green mosses thereO
On rocks whose distance none could tellK2
Were pictured in the soundless airO
And rivulets that faintly fellK2
As in some gorge of SaianfuJ2
Where from her porcelain palace towerO
Lone on a crag's mist cradled throneN
A princess leans amid the dewQ
Of such a marvellous evening hourO
O'er balustrade and precipiceK
Her lute and woven silk laid byA
Dreaming with a sudden sighA
Of the world enchanting kissK
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With such a sigh was Ruan's bosom heavingJ
With such a sting of beauty past believingJ
When soft beside him spoke Morgaine Come tellK2
O Ruan doth my Kingdom please thee well ''-
Princess princess '' he answered I am blestQ
Beyond all mortals tell me thy behestQ
And I will be thy servant '' But that wordQ
She smiled away his arms leapt round her pressedQ
With mad joy as she whispered Be my lord ''-
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Morgaine that lurest the souls of men that are greedy of joyL2
What soughtest thou out Morgaine in the face of a fisher boyL2
Were the souls of the great ones of earth so easy a prey to thy snareO
Lightly bound to thy hand by a single shining hairO
That the simple heart of a youth untempted in hard ways bredQ
To thy siren hunger is sweeter than kings or captains dreadQ
Thou sang'st him songs that lapped him in utter forgetfulnessK
Of the green hills and the rocks and the waters of WesternessK
Till Time like a wandering light that is stayed on an opal shoneN
Kindled and many coloured the charmed days moved not onM2
His thoughts were borne as idly as clouds on the slow SouthN2
Or a willow leaf that glides on a wandering summer streamO2
And the light that bathed his body and breathed so sweet to his mouthN2
Was such as mortals know but in splendid rents of dreamO2
Piercing the cloud of sleep from the dull day world beguiledQ
Together they sailed the calm of evening waters isledQ
With knolls of gemmy grass and thickets of nightingalesK
They gathered flowers and listened and moved with drooping sailsK
And anon they rose from a feast from close embowered delightsK
To hunt the timid gazelles on passionate moonlit nightsK
Blue nights of milky stars where fluttering petals snowedQ
From windswept boughs and scented delicious dusk and rodeQ
Home by shadowy glades upon soft invisible lawnP2
Hand in hand through the dews of a shy dove coloured dawnP2
They drank of a fairy wine till their hearts were weary of earthG
And them embraced the mighty wings of Phoenix boreO
Up through the light exulting to soar and still to soarO
And the world dropped down beneath them they clapped their hands in mirthG
Mocking the baffled eagle but how should mortal tellK2
What wonders Morgaine wove for Ruan in her spellK2
To charm the nights and days with hopes that never tireO
Morgaine of blissful body and eyes of far desireO
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Count the hours that bind and freezeK
That break the breast and shake the kneesK
What need of Time's all patient dialQ2
To him that drinks of this deep phialQ2
These perfumed hours of white and redQ
Flowered and were never shedQ
It might have been a morning's spanR2
Or twice and thrice the years of manR2
For Ruan was not Then nor NowS2
He was as young as his desire as youngJ
As on sweet lips an old song newly sungJ
O idle thought to number howS2
The days onrushed the morrow flushedQ
Thicker than blossoms on an apple boughS2
But on a morn at early dawn awakingJ
He saw the cold light through the lattice breakingJ
A spider there her web had madeQ
Softly in the air it swayedQ
Memory in a drowsy museK
Lost and sought such filmy cluesK
Till upon a sudden plainT2
In Ruan's vision sharp like painT2
Pictured was his home againU2
And the long nets loosely hungJ
From the white wall stirred and swungJ
He rose and broke into a mournful cryA
Which Morgaine heard with half shut eyeA
And caught him with both hands and stroveA
To turn him with soft words of loveA
But he would not so sharp a pangJ
Of desolation in him sprangJ
For all the dearness long forgotQ
In his own kind's deserted lotQ
A tear fell from his eyelids hotQ
Upon the marble floor belowQ2
He wept and in an instant loQ2
Beheld the floor transparent glowQ2
Yawning a spectral region shoneN
Where cold abysses plunged betwixtQ
Sheer mountain column peaks whereonN
That very palace floor was fixtQ
Ruan shuddered as he gazedQ
For toward his eyes were eyes upraisedQ
From human faces forms that frozeK
Within the rock walls as they roseK
A thousand forms a prisoned hostQ
Imbedded in the mountain frostQ
But swift a storm of wind and fireO
Up those abysses roared and rushedQ
The shapes were stirred a vain desireO
As they would struggle nearer higherO
Their eyes awoke their bodies flushedQ
And then the blast as sudden passedQ
The limbs of torment slowly sankJ
To ice green languor fleshless boneN
And starving ruggedness of stoneN
The life within them swooned and shrankJ
To dungeoned attitudes againN
Their half closed upturned eyes aloneN
Were gazing in the gaze of painN
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With eyes of horror opened wideQ
Save me save me '' Ruan criedQ
But Morgaine in her arms hath wound himM
Her panting fierce embrace hath bound himM
Her eyes exulting change and glowQ2
Like lights upon a shaken swordQ
She pants as in unearthly throeO
Her arms cling tighter than a cordQ
How shall Ruan dare to brookJ
The demon challenge of her lookJ
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Listen Ruan canst thou hearO
How the whole world cries in fearO
Lights not splendour in the airO
To dance above the world's despairO
They toil in hunger grief and nightQ
For our desire for our delightQ
They the twisting roots and weR
The topmost red flower on the tree ''-
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But Ruan with both hands that pressedQ
Against the burning of her breastQ
Trembled and groaned in that embraceK
And strove from that exultant faceK
When soft she melted sank before him kneeledQ
And clung beseeching him that would not yieldQ
They are my flesh my blood and IA
Must go to seek them or I die ''-
When Morgaine heard that lamentable cryA
She knew the heart of joy in him was deadQ
Looked in his soul and saw her hour had fledQ
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Go then '' she wept but come againN
To thy delight to thy MorgaineN
Yet if thou go this casket take with theeR
Hid in thy breast 'twill guide thee safe to meR
Without a rudder o'er the wandering seaR
But O beware thou never open thisK
Else art thou lost and all thy hope of blissK
Farewell '' she kissed him Farewell '' Ruan saidQ
And took the casket with averted headQ
Nor turned him back but swiftly passed the doorO
Of the charmed house and came to the seashoreO
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O what a calm as of old days come backJ
With their old wont and clear untroubled wayI2
Lifted the heart of Ruan on the trackJ
Of ocean steering for his native bayI2
Over blue waves the morning air sang sweetQ
Full on his sail he was all fire to greetQ
The hearth of home his father's joyful faceK
His mother's tears and tremulous embraceK
He sailed beneath the summer's early noonN
With the warm favouring wind and strangely soonN
Rose up the coast till nearing on the swellQ2
He saw the dark waves glitter as they fellQ2
Against the cliff's worn bases drained of foamC
Now he is past the headland There is homeC
The boats drawn up the sands and the green moundQ
Beyond them peaceful sunned familiar groundQ
It seemed he had not been three days awayI2
With a light heart he beached amid the sprayI2
His boat and moored it as of old and sprangJ
Ashore a young girl to a baby sangJ
Sitting on fishing nets spread forth to dryA
She looked up and her song stopped and her eyeA
Was filled with wonder but impatientlyR
Ruan ran up the beach where he might catchV2
The first glimpse of his father's cottage thatchV2
He came he looked and the heart in him failedQ
The house was not What lonely strangeness ailedQ
The world He thrust his hand within his vestQ
And felt the casket cold upon his breastQ
Helpless he gazed but lo there slowly cameX
An old man with a stick coughing and lameX
Bowed by his years then towards him Ruan ranN
With a swift thought of pity almost scornN
In his young strength for such old age forlornN
And cried upon the way Old man old manN
Where is my father Surely thou know'st meR
I am Ruan Ruan I am home from sea ''-
The old man lifted up his faint blue eyeA
And peered upon him slow and curiouslyR
As on some strange thing from the sea upcastQ
Nay Ruan's name I know not '' came at lastQ
The answer Ruan cried Dwell'st thou not here ''-
Ay all my life three score and fifteen year ''-
And yet thou know'st not Ruan '' The old manN
Puzzled his withered brow as he beganN
Seeking some far sunk memory in his brainN
Ay so it is '' he slowly spoke againN
They told a tale of Ruan ay 'tis soQ2
How he was lost but that was long agoQ2
Hundreds of years I think he sailed awayI2
And his old parents died of grief they say ''-
He still spoke on but Ruan heard no moreO
For he was wandering fast along the shoreO
In the lone sunshine aimlessly he strayedQ
Dazzled and indescribably afraidQ
On a sudden flamed a thoughtQ
Through his body straight he soughtQ
Within his breast the casket hidQ
Crying Morgaine thou shalt tellQ2
Though the answer come from Hell ''-
With trembling fingers he undidQ
The silken cord the golden lidQ
Lo from the opened casket brokeJ
A stealing skein of purple smokeJ
A wandering faint cloud of perfumeE2
That rippled up in filmy plumeE2
And lingered faltering like a prayerO
Then melted into sunlit airO
Three hundred years had melted thereO
Three hundred years of faery blissK
Perished sooner than a single kissK
As Ruan stares upon the empty boxK
His outstretched fingers stiffen starkJ
His cheek is shrivelled his eyes grow darkJ
Either knee together knocksK
Ere he can pray ere he can groanN
Swift as grass in a furnace thrownN
Or a crumpled clod in a heedless handQ
He withers into whitened boneN
Where his breathing body stoodQ
Flushed with life and warm with bloodQ
Is a heap of ashes a drift of sandQ
And the wind blowing and the silent strandQ

Robert Laurence Binyon



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