Beachcomber Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDAD EFEFBGBG HIHIJCJA ABABKLKM| When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten | A |
| I'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea | B |
| And in a little lonely isle that's far and far from men | A |
| In peace and praise I'll spend the days the Gods allow to me | B |
| For I am weary of a strife so pitiless and vain | C |
| And in a far and fairy isle bewilderingly bright | D |
| I'll learn to know the leap and glow of rapture once again | A |
| And welcome every living dawn with wonder and delight | D |
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| And there I'll build a swan white house above the singing foam | E |
| With brooding eaves where joyously rich roses climb and cling | F |
| With crotons in a double row like wine and honeycomb | E |
| And flame trees dripping golden rain and palms pavilioning | F |
| And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me | B |
| And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy | G |
| And drink from out the crystal spring and eat from off the tree | B |
| As simple as a savage is as careless as a boy | G |
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| For I have come to think that Life's a lamentable tale | H |
| And all we break our hearts to win is little worth our while | I |
| For fame and fortune in the end are comfortless and stale | H |
| And it is best to dream and rest upon a radiant isle | I |
| So I'll blot out the bitter years of sufferance and scorn | J |
| And I'll forget the fear and fret the poverty and pain | C |
| And in a shy and secret isle I'll be a man newborn | J |
| And fashion life to heart's desire and seek my soul again | A |
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| For when I come with happy heart to sixty years and ten | A |
| I fondly hope the best of life will yet remain to me | B |
| And so I'll burn my foolish books and break my futile pen | A |
| And seek a tranced and tranquil isle that dreams eternally | B |
| I'll turn my back on all the world I'll bid my friends adieu | K |
| Unto the blink I'll leave behind what gold I have to give | L |
| And in a jewelled solitude I'll mould my life anew | K |
| And nestling close to Nature's heart I'll learn at last to live | M |
Robert Service
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Finn Mac Eoin: I made a wish and I'm currently on an island isthmus but for a narrow umbilical road where posties pass. Wings of imagination we are innocent when we dream, the souvenir of Tragarriff, my granted inheritance.
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