Now Returned Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHCHIJKJLMHNOP H CQFRSTUVW XIYWKBZ| Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides | A |
| We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra where Heaval mountain | B |
| Lifts like a mast There were few people on the steamer it was late in the | C |
| year I noticed most an old shepherd | D |
| Two wise eyed dogs wove anxious circles around his feet and a thin armed | E |
| girl | F |
| Who cherished what seemed a doll wrapping it against the sea wind When | G |
| it moved I said to my wife 'She'll smother it ' | H |
| And she to the girl 'Is your baby cold You'd better run down out of the | C |
| wind and uncover its face ' | H |
| She raised the shawl and said 'He is two weeks old His mother died in | I |
| Glasgow in the hospital | J |
| Where he was born She was my sister ' I looked ahead at the bleak island | K |
| gray stones ruined castle | J |
| A few gaunt houses under the high and comfortless mountain my wife | L |
| looked at the sickly babe | M |
| And said 'There's a good doctor in Barra It will soon be winter ' 'Ah ' | H |
| she answered 'Barra'd be heaven for him | N |
| The poor wee thing there's Heaval to break the wind We live on a wee | O |
| island yonder away | P |
| Just the one house ' | H |
| - | |
| The steamer moored and a skiff what they call a | C |
| curragh like a canvas canoe | Q |
| Equipped with oars came swiftly along the side The dark haired girl | F |
| climbed down to it with one arm holding | R |
| That doubtful slip of life to her breast a tall young man with sea pale eyes | S |
| and an older man | T |
| Helped her if a word was spoken I did not hear it They stepped a mast | U |
| and hoisted a henna color | V |
| Bat's wing of sail | W |
| - | |
| Now returned home | X |
| After so many thousands of miles of road and ocean all the hulls sailed in | I |
| the houses visited | Y |
| I remember that slender skiff with dark henna sail | W |
| Bearing off across the stormy sunset to the distant island | K |
| Most clearly and have rather forgotten the dragging whirlpools of London | B |
| The screaming haste of New York | Z |
Robinson Jeffers
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