Sea Longings Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGHIJEBKLBMBMN MOPQROSTBUMMMMBVBMNW B| The first world sound that fell upon my ear | A |
| Was that of the great winds along the coast | B |
| Crushing the deep sea beryl on the rocks | C |
| The distant breakers' sullen cannonade | B |
| Against the spires and gables of the town | D |
| The white fog drifted catching here and there | E |
| At overleaning cornice or peaked roof | F |
| And hung weird gonfalons The garden walks | G |
| Were choked with leaves and on their ragged biers | H |
| Lay dead the sweets of summer damask rose | I |
| Clove pink old fashioned loved New England flowers | J |
| Only keen salt sea odors filled the air | E |
| Sea sounds sea odors these were all my world | B |
| Hence is it that life languishes with me | K |
| Inland the valleys stifle me with gloom | L |
| And pent up prospect in their narrow bound | B |
| Imagination flutters futile wings | M |
| Vainly I seek the sloping pearl white sand | B |
| And the mirage's phantom citadels | M |
| Miraculous a moment seen then gone | N |
| Among the mountains I am ill at ease | M |
| Missing the stretched horizon's level line | O |
| And the illimitable restless blue | P |
| The crag torn sky is not the sky I love | Q |
| But one unbroken sapphire spanning all | R |
| And nobler than the branches of a pine | O |
| Aslant upon a precipice's edge | S |
| Are the strained spars of some great battle ship | T |
| Plowing across the sunset No bird's lilt | B |
| So takes me as the whistling of the gale | U |
| Among the shrouds My cradle song was this | M |
| Strange inarticulate sorrows of the sea | M |
| Blithe rhythms upgathered from the Sirens' caves | M |
| Perchance of earthly voices the last voice | M |
| That shall an instant my freed spirit stay | B |
| On this world's verge will be some message blown | V |
| Over the dim salt lands that fringe the coast | B |
| At dusk or when the tranced midnight droops | M |
| With weight of stars or haply just as dawn | N |
| Illumining the sullen purple wave | W |
| Turns the gray pools and willow stems to gold | B |
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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