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Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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BOOK I	A
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S Patrick You who are bent and bald and blind	B
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind	B
Have known three centuries poets sing	C
Of dalliance with a demon thing	C
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Oisin Sad to remember sick with years	D
The swift innumerable spears	D
The horsemen with their floating hair	E
And bowls of barley honey and wine	F
Those merry couples dancing in tune	G
And the white body that lay by mine	F
But the tale though words be lighter than air	E
Must live to be old like the wandering moon	G
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Caoilte and Conan and Finn were there	E
When we followed a deer with our baying hounds	H
With Bran Sceolan and Lomair	E
And passing the Firbolgs' burial motmds	H
Came to the cairn heaped grassy hill	I
Where passionate Maeve is stony still	I
And found On the dove grey edge of the sea	H
A pearl pale high born lady who rode	J
On a horse with bridle of findrinny	G
And like a sunset were her lips	H
A stormy sunset on doomed ships	H
A citron colour gloomed in her hair	E
	-
But down to her feet white vesture flowed	J
And with the glimmering crimson glowed	J
Of many a figured embroidery	H
And it was bound with a pearl pale shell	K
That wavered like the summer streams	H
As her soft bosom rose and fell	K
	-
S Patrick You are still wrecked among heathen dreams	H
	-
Oisin 'Why do you wind no horn ' she said	L
'And every hero droop his head	L
The hornless deer is not more sad	M
That many a peaceful moment had	M
More sleek than any granary mouse	H
In his own leafy forest house	H
Among the waving fields of fern	G
The hunting of heroes should be glad '	-
	-
'O pleasant woman ' answered Finn	G
'We think on Oscar's pencilled urn	G
And on the heroes lying slain	G
On Gabhra's raven covered plain	G
But where are your noble kith and kin	G
And from what country do you ride '	-
	-
'My father and my mother are	E
Aengus and Edain my own name	N
Niamh and my country far	E
Beyond the tumbling of this tide '	-
	-
'What dream came with you that you came	N
Through bitter tide on foam wet feet	O
Did your companion wander away	P
From where the birds of Aengus wing '	-
Thereon did she look haughty and sweet	O
'I have not yet war weary king	C
Been spoken of with any man	G
Yet now I choose for these four feet	O
Ran through the foam and ran to this	H
That I might have your son to kiss '	-
	-
'Were there no better than my son	G
That you through all that foam should run '	-
	-
'I loved no man though kings besought	O
Until the Danaan poets brought	O
Rhyme that rhymed upon Oisin's name	N
And now I am dizzy with the thought	O
Of all that wisdom and the fame	N
Of battles broken by his hands	H
Of stories builded by his words	H
That are like coloured Asian birds	H
At evening in their rainless lands '	-
	-
O Patrick by your brazen bell	K
There was no limb of mine but fell	K
Into a desperate gulph of love	Q
'You only will I wed ' I cried	O
'And I will make a thousand songs	H
And set your name all names above	Q
And captives bound with leathern thongs	H
Shall kneel and praise you one by one	G
At evening in my western dun '	-
	-
'O Oisin mount by me and ride	O
To shores by the wash of the tremulous tide	O
Where men have heaped no burial mounds	H
And the days pass by like a wayward tune	G
Where broken faith has never been known	G
And the blushes of first love never have flown	G
And there I will give you a hundred hounds	H
No mightier creatures bay at the moon	G
And a hundred robes of murmuring silk	R
And a hundred calves and a hundred sheep	S
Whose long wool whiter than sea froth flows	H
And a hundred spears and a hundred bows	H
And oil and wine and honey and milk	R
And always never anxious sleep	S
While a hundred youths mighty of limb	T
But knowing nor tumult nor hate nor strife	U
And a hundred ladies merry as birds	H
Who when they dance to a fitful measure	E
Have a speed like the speed of the salmon herds	H
Shall follow your horn and obey your whim	T
And you shall know the Danaan leisure	E
And Niamh be with you for a wife '	-
Then she sighed gently 'It grows late	O
Music and love and sleep await	O
Where I would be when the white moon climbs	H
The red sun falls and the world grows dim '	-
	-
And then I mounted and she bound me	H
With her triumphing arms around me	H
And whispering to herself enwound me	H
He shook himself and neighed three times	H
Caoilte Conan and Finn came near	E
And wept and raised their lamenting hands	H
And bid me stay with many a tear	E
But we rode out from the human lands	H
In what far kingdom do you go'	R
Ah Fenians with the shield and bow	V
Or are you phantoms white as snow	G
Whose lips had life's most prosperous glow	G
O you with whom in sloping vallcys	H
Or down the dewy forest alleys	H
I chased at morn the flying deer	E
With whom I hurled the hurrying spear	E
And heard the foemen's bucklers rattle	W
And broke the heaving ranks of battle	W
And Bran Sceolan and Lomair	E
Where are you with your long rough hair	E
You go not where the red deer feeds	H
Nor tear the foemen from their steeds	H
	-
S Patrick Boast not nor mourn with drooping head	O
Companions long accurst and dead	O
And hounds for centuries dust and air	E
	-
Oisin We galloped over the glossy sea	H
I know not if days passed or hours	H
And Niamh sang continually	H
Danaan songs and their dewy showers	H
Of pensive laughter unhuman sound	O
Lulled weariness and softly round	O
My human sorrow her white arms wound	O
We galloped now a hornless deer	E
Passed by us chased by a phantom hound	O
All pearly white save one red ear	E
And now a lady rode like the wind	O
With an apple of gold in her tossing hand	O
And a beautiful young man followed behind	O
With quenchless gaze and fluttering hair	E
'Were these two born in the Danaan land	O
Or have they breathed the mortal air '	-
	-
'Vex them no longer ' Niamh said	O
And sighing bowed her gentle head	O
And sighing laid the pearly tip	X
Of one long finger on my lip	X
	-
But now the moon like a white rose shone	G
In the pale west and the sun'S rim sank	R
And clouds atrayed their rank on rank	R
About his fading crimson ball	Y
The floor of Almhuin's hosting hall	Y
Was not more level than the sea	H
As full of loving fantasy	H
And with low murmurs we rode on	G
Where many a trumpet twisted shell	K
That in immortal silence sleeps	H
Dreaming of her own melting hues	H
Her golds her ambers and her blues	H
Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps	H
But now a wandering land breeze came	N
And a far sound of feathery quires	H
It seemed to blow from the dying flame	N
They seemed to sing in the smouldering fires	H
The horse towards the music raced	O
Neighing along the lifeless waste	O
Like sooty fingers many a tree	H
Rose ever out of the warm sea	H
And they were trembling ceaselessly	H
As though they all were beating time	Z
Upon the centre of the sun	G
To that low laughing woodland rhyme	Z
And now our wandering hours were done	G
We cantered to the shore and knew	G
The reason of the trembling trees	H
Round every branch the song birds flew	G
Or clung thereon like swarming bees	H
While round the shore a million stood	O
Like drops of frozen rainbow light	O
And pondered in a soft vain mood	O
Upon their shadows in the tide	O
And told the purple deeps their pride	O
And murmured snatches of delight	O
And on the shores were many boats	H
With bending sterns and bending bows	H
And carven figures on their prows	H
Of bitterns and fish eating stoats	H
And swans with their exultant throats	H
And where the wood and waters meet	O
We tied the horse in a leafy clump	A2
And Niamh blew three merry notes	H
Out of a little silver trump	A2
And then an answering whispering flew	G
Over the bare and woody land	O
A whisper of impetuous feet	O
And ever nearer nearer grew	G
And from the woods rushed out a band	O
Of men and ladies hand in hand	O
And singing singing all together	E
Their brows were white as fragrant milk	R
Their cloaks made out of yellow silk	R
And trimmed with many a crimson feather	E
And when they saw the cloak I wore	E
Was dim with mire of a mortal shore	E
They fingered it and gazed on me	H
And laughed like murmurs of the sea	H
But Niamh with a swift distress	H
Bid them away and hold their peace	H
And when they heard her voice they ran	G
And knelt there every girl and man	G
And kissed as they would never cease	H
Her pearl pale hand and the hem of her dress	H
She bade them	B2