A Florida Sunday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFGFGCGCFFGG DDGGHHFFGGGF DDGGDDGGGGCCGGFFDDBG IIJJKKGGGGGGFFLLMNGG OOFFGGGGFFGGDDPPGGGG OOCCDDFFGGGFCCGGQ F| From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas | A |
| Oft come repenting tempests here to die | B |
| Bewailing old time wrecks and robberies | A |
| They shrive to priestly pines with many a sigh | B |
| Breathe salutary balms through lank lock'd hair | C |
| Of sick men's heads and soon this world outworn | D |
| Sink into saintly heavens of stirless air | C |
| Clean from confessional One died this morn | D |
| And willed the world to wise Queen Tranquil she | E |
| Sweet sovereign Lady of all souls that bide | F |
| In contemplation tames the too bright skies | G |
| Like that faint agate film far down descried | F |
| Restraining suns in sudden thoughtful eyes | G |
| Which flashed but now Blest distillation rare | C |
| Of o'er rank brightness filtered waterwise | G |
| Through all the earths in heaven thou always fair | C |
| Still virgin bride of e'er creating thought | F |
| Dream worker in whose dream the Future's wrought | F |
| Healer of hurts free balm for bitter wrongs | G |
| Most silent mother of all sounding songs | G |
| Thou that dissolvest hells to make thy heaven | D |
| Thou tempest's heir that keep'st no tempest leaven | D |
| But after winds' and thunders' wide mischance | G |
| Dost brood and better thine inheritance | G |
| Thou privacy of space where each grave Star | H |
| As in his own still chamber sits afar | H |
| To meditate yet by thy walls unpent | F |
| Shines to his fellows o'er the firmament | F |
| Oh as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea | G |
| That likewise lovingly do live in thee | G |
| So melt my soul in thee and thine in me | G |
| Divine Tranquillity | F |
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| Gray Pelican poised where yon broad shallows shine | D |
| Know'st thou that finny foison all is mine | D |
| In the bag below thy beak yet thine not less | G |
| For God of His most gracious friendliness | G |
| Hath wrought that every soul this loving morn | D |
| Into all things may be new corporate born | D |
| And each live whole in all I sail with thee | G |
| Thy Pelican's self is mine yea silver Sea | G |
| In this large moment all thy fishes ripples bights | G |
| Pale in shore greens and distant blue delights | G |
| White visionary sails long reaches fair | C |
| By moon horn'd strands that film the far off air | C |
| Bright sparkle revelations secret majesties | G |
| Shells wrecks and wealths are mine yea Orange trees | G |
| That lift your small world systems in the light | F |
| Rich sets of round green heavens studded bright | F |
| With globes of fruit that like still planets shine | D |
| Mine is your green gold universe yea mine | D |
| White slender Lighthouse fainting to the eye | B |
| That wait'st on yon keen cape point wistfully | G |
| Like to some maiden spirit pausing pale | I |
| New wing'd yet fain to sail | I |
| Above the serene Gulf to where a bridegroom soul | J |
| Calls o'er the soft horizon mine thy dole | J |
| Of shut undaring wings and wan desire | K |
| Mine too thy later hope and heavenly fire | K |
| Of kindling expectation yea all sights | G |
| All sounds that make this morn quick flights | G |
| Of pea green paroquets 'twixt neighbor trees | G |
| Like missives and sweet morning inquiries | G |
| From green to green in green live oaks' round heads | G |
| Busy with jays for thoughts grays whites and reds | G |
| Of pranked woodpeckers that ne'er gossip out | F |
| But alway tap at doors and gad about | F |
| Robins and mocking birds that all day long | L |
| Athwart straight sunshine weave cross threads of song | L |
| Shuttles of music clouds of mosses gray | M |
| That rain me rains of pleasant thoughts alway | N |
| From a low sky of leaves faint yearning psalms | G |
| Of endless metre breathing through the palms | G |
| That crowd and lean and gaze from off the shore | O |
| Ever for one that cometh nevermore | O |
| Palmettos ranked with childish spear points set | F |
| Against no enemy rich cones that fret | F |
| High roofs of temples shafted tall with pines | G |
| Green grateful mangroves where the sand beach shines | G |
| Long lissome coast that in and outward swerves | G |
| The grace of God made manifest in curves | G |
| All riches goods and braveries never told | F |
| Of earth sun air and heaven now I hold | F |
| Your being in my being I am ye | G |
| And ye myself yea lastly Thee | G |
| God whom my roads all reach howe'er they run | D |
| My Father Friend Beloved dear All One | D |
| Thee in my soul my soul in Thee I feel | P |
| Self of my self Lo through my sense doth steal | P |
| Clear cognizance of all selves and qualities | G |
| Of all existence that hath been or is | G |
| Of all strange haps that men miscall of chance | G |
| And all the works of tireless circumstance | G |
| Each borders each like mutual sea and shore | O |
| Nor aught misfits his neighbor that's before | O |
| Nor him that's after nay through this still air | C |
| Out of the North come quarrels and keen blare | C |
| Of challenge by the hot breath'd parties blown | D |
| Yet break they not this peace with alien tone | D |
| Fray not my heart nor fright me for my land | F |
| I hear from all wards allwise understand | F |
| The great bird Purpose bears me twixt her wings | G |
| And I am one with all the kinsmen things | G |
| That e'er my Father fathered Oh to me | G |
| All questions solve in this tranquillity | F |
| E'en this dark matter once so dim so drear | C |
| Now shines upon my spirit heavenly clear | C |
| Thou Father without logic tellest me | G |
| How this divine denial true may be | G |
| How 'All's in each yet every one of all | Q |
| Maintains his Self complete and several ' | - |
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| Tampa Florida | F |
Sidney Lanier
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