The Song Of The Tempest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Stern eagle of the far north westA
Thou that bearest in thy grasp the thunderboltB
Thou whose rushing pinions stir ocean to madnessC
Thou the destroyer of herds thou the scatterer of naviesD
Amidst the scream of thy rageE
Amidst the scream be loud as the cry of a perishing nationF
Though the rushing of thy wings be like the roar of ten thousand wavesG
Yet hear in thine ire and thy hasteH
Hear thou the voice of the Reim kennarI
Thou hast met the pine trees of DrontheimJ
Their dark green heads lie prostrate beside their up rooted stemsK
Thou hast met the rider of the oceanF
The tall the strong bark of the fearless roverI
And she has struck to thee the topsailL
That she had not veil'd to a royal armadaM
Thou hast met the tower that bears its crest among the cloudsN
The battled massive tower of the Jarl of former daysO
And the cope stone of the turretP
Is lying upon its hospitable hearthQ
But thou too shalt stoop proud compeller of cloudsN
When thou hearest the voice of the Reim kennarI
There are verses that can stop the stag in the forestR
Ay and when the dark colour'd dog is opening on his trackS
There are verses can make the wild hawk pause on the wingT
Like the falcon that wears the hood and the jessesN
And who knows the shrill whistle of the fowlerI
Thou who canst mock at the scream of the drowning marinerI
And the crash of the ravaged forestR
And the groan of the overwhelmed crowdsN
When the church hath fallen in the moment of prayerI
There are sounds which thou also must listU
When they are chanted by the voice of the Reim kennarI
Enough of woe hast thou wrought on the oceanF
The widows wring their hands on the beachV
Enough of woe hast thou wrought on the landW
The husbandman folds his arms in despairI
Cease thou the waving of thy pinionsN
Let the ocean repose in her dark strengthX
Cease thou the flashing of thine eyeY
Let the thunderbolt sleep in the armoury of OdinF
Be thou still at my bidding viewless racer of the north western heavenF
Sleep thou at the voice of Norna the Reim kennarI
Eagle of the far north western watersN
Thou hast heard the voice of the Reim kennarI
Thou hast closed thy wide sails at her biddingT
And folded them in peace by thy sideZ
My blessing be on thy retiring pathA2
When thou stoopest from thy place on highY
Soft be thy slumbers in the caverns of the unknown oceanF
Rest till destiny shall again awaken theeB2
Eagle of the north west thou hast heard the voice of the Reim kennarI

Walter Scott (sir)


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