The Camel-rider Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGH IJKL HMND KKKO KJPQ RSTU AFVW KQXK KYKK ZQKA2 OB2C2K AD2E2K KKB2F2 KKKA2 LG2H2A B2KKZ KI2B2A2 J2KJ2J2 KB2ZZ ZZJ2B2 K2FKB2 B2BKD

There is no thing in all the world but loveA
No jubilant thing of sun or shade worth one sad tearB
Why dost thou ask my lips to fashion songsC
Other than this my song of love to theeD
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See where I lie and pluck the thorns of griefE
Dust on my head and fire as one who mourns his slainF
Are they not slain my treasures of dear peaceG
This their red burial is sand heaped on sandH
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Here came I in the morning of my joysI
Before the dawn was born through the dark downs I rodeJ
The low stars led me on as with a voiceK
Stars of the scorpion's tail in the deep SouthL
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Sighing I came and scattering wide the sandH
No need had I to urge her speed with hand or heelM
The creature I bestrode She knew my hasteN
And knew the road I sought the road to theeD
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Jangling her bells aloud in wantonnessK
And sighing soft she too her sighs to my soul's sighsK
Behind us the wind followed thick with scentsK
Of incense blossoms and the dews of nightO
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The thorn trees caught at us with their crook'd handsK
The hills in blackness hemmed us in and hid the roadJ
The spectres of the desert howled and warnedP
I heeded nothing of their words of woeQ
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Thus till the dawn I sped in my desireR
Breasting the ridges slope on slope till morning brokeS
And lo the sun revealed to me no signT
And lo the day was widowed of my hopeU
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Where are the tents of pleasure and dear loveA
Set in the Vale of Thyme where winds in Spring are fainF
The highways of the valley where they stoodV
Strong in their flocks are there But where are theyW
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The plain was dumb as emptied of all voiceK
No bleat of herds no camels roaring far belowQ
Told of their presence in the pastures voidX
Of the waste places which had been their homesK
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I climbed down from my watch tower of the rocksK
To where the tamarisks grow and the dwarf palms alarmedY
I called them with my voice as the deer callsK
Whose young the wolves have hunted from their placeK
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I sought them in the foldings of the hillZ
In the deep hollows shut with rocks where no winds blowQ
I sought their footstep under the tall cliffsK
Shut from the storms where the first lambs are bornA2
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The tamarisk boughs had blossomed in the nightO
And the white broom which bees had found the wild bees' broodB2
But no dear signal told me of their lifeC2
No spray was torn in all that world of flowersK
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Where are the tents of pleasure and dear loveA
For which my soul took ease for its delight in SpringD2
The black tents of her people beautifulE2
Beyond the beauty of the sons of kingsK
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The wind of war has swept them from their placeK
Scattering them wide as quails whom the hawk's hate pursuesK
The terror of the sword importunateB2
Was at their backs nor spared them as they flewF2
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The summer wind has passed upon their fieldsK
The rain has purged their hearth stones and made smooth their floorsK
Low in the valley lie their broken spearsK
And the white bones which are their tale forlornA2
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Where are the sons of Saba in the SouthL
The men of mirth and pride to whom my songs were sungG2
The kinsmen of her soul who is my soulH2
The brethren of her beauty whom I loveA
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She mounted her tall camel in the wasteB2
Loading it high for flight with her most precious thingsK
She went forth weeping in the wildernessK
Alone with fear on that far night of illZ
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She fled mistrusting as the wild roe fleesK
Turning her eyes behind her while fear fled beforeI2
No other refuge knew she than her speedB2
And the black land that lies where night is bornA2
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Under what canopy of sulphurous heavenJ2
Dark with the thunderclouds unloosing their mad tonguesK
Didst thou lie down aweary of thy burdenJ2
In that dread place of silence thou hadst wonJ2
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Close to what shelter of what naked rocksK
Carved with what names of terror of what kings of oldB2
Near to what monstrous shapes unmercifulZ
Watching thy death didst thou give up thy soulZ
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Or dost thou live by some forgotten wellZ
Waiting thy day of ransom to return and smileZ
As the birds come when Spring is in the heavenJ2
And dost thou watch me near while I am blindB2
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Blind in my tears because I only weepK2
Kindling my soul to fire because I mourn my slainF
My kindred slain and thee and my dear peaceK
Making their burial thus sand heaped on sandB2
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For see there nothing is in all the worldB2
But only love worth any strife or song or tearB
Ask me not then to sing or fashion songsK
Other than this my song of love to theeD

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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