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Arabian Night's Entertainments Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Once on a time	A
There was a little boy a master mage	B
By virtue of a Book	C
Of magic O so magical it filled	D
His life with visionary pomps	E
Processional And Powers	E
Passed with him where he passed And Thrones	E
And Dominations glaived and plumed and mailed	F
Thronged in the criss cross streets	E
The palaces pell mell with playing fields	E
Domes cloisters dungeons caverns tents arcades	E
Of the unseen silent City in his soul	G
Pavilioned jealously and hid	H
As in the dusk profound	I
Green stillnesses of some enchanted mere	J
	-
I shut mine eyes And lo	K
A flickering snatch of memory that floats	E
Upon the face of a pool of darkness five	L
And thirty dead years deep	M
Antic in girlish broideries	E
And skirts and silly shoes with straps	E
And a broad ribanded leghorn he walks	E
Plain in the shadow of a church	N
St Michael's in whose brazen call	O
To curfew his first wails of wrath were whelmed	I
Sedate for all his haste	I
To be at home and nestled in his arm	P
Inciting still to quiet and solitude	I
Boarded in sober drab	Q
With small square agitating cuts	E
Let in a top of the double columned close	E
Quakerlike print a Book	C
What but that blessed brief	R
Of what is gallantest and best	I
In all the full shelved Libraries of Romance	E
The Book of rocs	E
Sandalwood ivory turbans ambergris	E
Cream tarts and lettered apes and calendars	E
And ghouls and genies O so huge	B
They might have overed the tall Minster Tower	S
Hands down as schoolboys take a post	I
In truth the Book of Camaralzaman	T
Schemselnihar and Sindbad Scheherezade	I
The peerless Bedreddin Badroulbadour	S
Cairo and Serendib and Candahar	S
And Caspian and the dim terrific bulk	U
Ice ribbed fiend visited isled in spells and storms	E
Of Kaf That centre of miracles	E
The sole unparalleled Arabian Nights	E
	-
Old friends I had a many kindly and grim	V
Familiars cronies quaint	I
And goblin Never a Wood but housed	I
Some morrice of dainty dapperlings No Brook	C
But had his nunnery	S
Of green haired silvry curving sprites	E
To cabin in his grots and pace	E
His lilied margents Every lone Hillside	I
Might open upon Elf Land Every Stalk	W
That curled about a Bean stick was of the breed	I
Of that live ladder by whose delicate rungs	E
You climbed beyond the clouds and found	I
The Farm House where the Ogre gorged	I
And drowsy from his great oak chair	S
Among the flitches and pewters at the fire	S
Called for his Faery Harp And in it flew	X
And perching on the kitchen table sang	Y
Jocund and jubilant with a sound	I
Of those gay golden vowered madrigals	E
The shy thrush at mid May	Z
Flutes from wet orchards flushed with the triumphing dawn	T
Or blackbirds rioting as they listened still	A2
In old world woodlands rapt with an old world spring	B2
For Pan's own whistle savage and rich and lewd	I
And mocked him call for call	O
	-
I could not pass	E
The half door where the cobbler sat in view	X
Nor figure me the wizen Leprechaun	T
In square cut faded reds and buckle shoes	E
Bent at his work in the hedge side and know	T
Just how he tapped his brogue and twitched	I
His wax end this and that way both with wrists	E
And elbows In the rich June fields	E
Where the ripe clover drew the bees	E
And the tall quakers trembled and the West Wind	I
Lolled his half holiday away	Z
Beside me lolling and lounging through my own	T
'Twas good to follow the Miller's Youngest Son	T
On his white horse along the leafy lanes	E
For at his stirrup linked and ran	T
Not cynical and trapesing as he loped	I
From wall to wall above the espaliers	E
But in the bravest tops	E
That market town a town of tops could show	T
Bold subtle adventurous his tail	C2
A banner flaunted in disdain	T
Of human stratagems and shifts	E
King over All the Catlands present and past	I
And future that moustached	I
Artificer of fortunes Puss in Boots	E
Or Bluebeard's Closet with its plenishing	B2
Of meat hooks sawdust blood	I
And wives that hung like fresh dressed carcases	E
Odd fangled most a butcher's part	I
A faery chamber hazily seen	T
And hazily figured on dark afternoons	E
And windy nights was visiting of the best	I
Then too the pelt of hoofs	E
Out in the roaring darkness told	I
Of Herne the Hunter in his antlered helm	D2
Galloping as with despatches from the Pit	I
Between his hell born Hounds	E
And Rip Van Winkle often I lurked to hear	S
Outside the long low timbered tarry wall	O
The mutter and rumble of the trolling bowls	E
Down the lean plank before they fluttered the pins	E
For listening I could help him play	Z
His wonderful game	E2
In those blue booming hills with Mariners	E
Refreshed from kegs not coopered in this our world	I
	-
But what were these so near	S
So neighbourly fancies to the spell that brought	I
The run of Ali Baba's Cave	F2
Just for the saying 'Open Sesame '	-
With gold to measure peck by peck	B2
In round brown wooden stoups	E
You borrowed at the chandler's Or one time	A
Made you Aladdin's friend at school	G2
Free of his Garden of Jewels Ring and Lamp	H2
In perfect trim Or Ladies fair	S
For all the embrowning scars in their white breasts	E
Went labouring under some dread ordinance	E
Which made them whip and bitterly cry the while	I2
Strange Curs that cried as they	Z
Till there was never a Black Bitch of all	O
Your consorting but might have gone	T
Spell driven miserably for crimes	E
Done in the pride of womanhood and desire	S
Or at the ghostliest altitudes of night	I
While you lay wondering and acold	I
Your sense was fearfully purged and soon	T
Queen Labe abominable and dear	S
Rose from your side opened the Box of Doom	J2
Scattered the yellow powder which I saw	E
Like sulphur at the Docks in bulk	B2
And muttered certain words you could not hear	S
And there a living stream	K2
The brook you bathed in with its weeds and flags	E
And cresses glittered and sang	B2
Out of the hearthrug over the nakedness	E
Fair scrubbed and decent of your bedroom floor	S
	-
I was how many a time	A
That Second Calendar Son of a King	B2
On whom 'twas vehemently enjoined	I
Pausing at one mysterious door	S
To pry no closer but content his soul	G
With his kind Forty Yet I could not rest	I
For idleness and ungovernable Fate	I
And the Black Horse which fed on sesame	S
That wonder working word	I
Vouchsafed his back to me and spread his vans	E
And soaring soaring on	T
From air to air came charging to the ground	I
Sheer like a lark from the midsummer clouds	E
And shaking me out of the saddle where I sprawled	I
Flicked at me with his tail	C2
And left me blinded miserable distraught	I
Even as I was in deed	I
When doctors came and odious things were done	T
On my poor tortured eyes	E
With lancets or some evil acid stung	B2
And wrung them like hot sand	I
And desperately from room to room	J2
Fumble I must my dark disconsolate way	Z
To get to Bagdad how I might But there	S
I met with Merry Ladies O you three	S
Safie Amine Zobeide when my heart	I
Forgets you all shall be forgot	I
And so we supped we and the rest	I
On wine and roasted lamb rose water dates	E
Almonds pistachios citrons And Haroun	T
Laughed out of his lordly beard	I
On Giaffar and Mesrour I knew the Three	S
For all their Mossoul habits And outside	I
The Tigris flowing swift	I
Like Severn bend for bend twinkled and gleamed	I
With broken and wavering shapes of stranger stars	E
The vast blue night	I
Was murmurous with peris' plumes	E
And the leathern wings of genies words of power	S
Were whispering and old fishermen	T
Casting their nets with prayer might draw to shore	S
Dead loveliness or a prodigy in scales	E
Worth in the Caliph's Kitchen pieces of gold	I
Or copper vessels stopped with lead	I
Wherein some Squire of Eblis watched and railed	I
In durance under potent charactry	S
Graven by the seal of Solomon the King	B2
	-
Then as the Book was glassed	I
In Life as in some olden mirror's quaint	I
Bewildering angles so would Life	L2
Flash light on light back on the Book and both	M2
Were changed Once in a house decayed	I
From better days harbourin	T