Arabian Nights' Entertainments Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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To Elizabeth Robins PennellA
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'O mes cheres Mille et Une Nuits ' FantasioB
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Once on a timeC
There was a little boy a master mageD
By virtue of a BookE
Of magic O so magical it filledF
His life with visionary pompsG
Processional And PowersG
Passed with him where he passed And ThronesG
And Dominations glaived and plumed and mailedH
Thronged in the criss cross streetsG
The palaces pell mell with playing fieldsG
Domes cloisters dungeons caverns tents arcadesG
Of the unseen silent City in his soulI
Pavilioned jealously and hidJ
As in the dusk profoundK
Green stillnesses of some enchanted mereL
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I shut mine eyes And loM
A flickering snatch of memory that floatsG
Upon the face of a pool of darkness fiveN
And thirty dead years deepO
Antic in girlish broideriesG
And skirts and silly shoes with strapsG
And a broad ribanded leghorn he walksG
Plain in the shadow of a churchB
St Michael's in whose brazen callP
To curfew his first wails of wrath were whelmedK
Sedate for all his hasteK
To be at home and nestled in his armQ
Inciting still to quiet and solitudeK
Boarded in sober drabR
With small square agitating cutsG
Let in a top of the double columned closeG
Quakerlike print a BookE
What but that blessed briefS
Of what is gallantest and bestK
In all the full shelved Libraries of RomanceG
The Book of rocsG
Sandalwood ivory turbans ambergrisG
Cream tarts and lettered apes and calendarsG
And ghouls and genies O so hugeD
They might have overed the tall Minster TowerT
Hands down as schoolboys take a postK
In truth the Book of CamaralzamanU
Schemselnihar and Sindbad ScheherezadeK
The peerless Bedreddin BadroulbadourT
Cairo and Serendib and CandaharT
And Caspian and the dim terrific bulkV
Ice ribbed fiend visited isled in spells and stormsG
Of Kaf That centre of miraclesG
The sole unparalleled Arabian NightsG
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Old friends I had a many kindly and grimW
Familiars cronies quaintK
And goblin Never a Wood but housedK
Some morrice of dainty dapperlings No BrookE
But had his nunneryT
Of green haired silvry curving spritesG
To cabin in his grots and paceG
His lilied margents Every lone HillsideK
Might open upon Elf Land Every StalkX
That curled about a Bean stick was of the breedK
Of that live ladder by whose delicate rungsG
You climbed beyond the clouds and foundK
The Farm House where the Ogre gorgedK
And drowsy from his great oak chairT
Among the flitches and pewters at the fireT
Called for his Faery Harp And in it flewY
And perching on the kitchen table sangZ
Jocund and jubilant with a soundK
Of those gay golden vowered madrigalsG
The shy thrush at mid MayA2
Flutes from wet orchards flushed with the triumphing dawnU
Or blackbirds rioting as they listened stillB2
In old world woodlands rapt with an old world springC2
For Pan's own whistle savage and rich and lewdK
And mocked him call for callP
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I could not passG
The half door where the cobbler sat in viewY
Nor figure me the wizen LeprechaunU
In square cut faded reds and buckle shoesG
Bent at his work in the hedge side and knowU
Just how he tapped his brogue and twitchedK
His wax end this and that way both with wristsG
And elbows In the rich June fieldsG
Where the ripe clover drew the beesG
And the tall quakers trembled and the West WindK
Lolled his half holiday awayA2
Beside me lolling and lounging through my ownU
'Twas good to follow the Miller's Youngest SonU
On his white horse along the leafy lanesG
For at his stirrup linked and ranU
Not cynical and trapesing as he lopedK
From wall to wall above the espaliersG
But in the bravest topsG
That market town a town of tops could showU
Bold subtle adventurous his tailD2
A banner flaunted in disdainU
Of human stratagems and shiftsG
King over All the Catlands present and pastK
And future that moustachedK
Artificer of fortunes Puss in BootsG
Or Bluebeard's Closet with its plenishingC2
Of meat hooks sawdust bloodK
And wives that hung like fresh dressed carcasesG
Odd fangled most a butcher's partK
A faery chamber hazily seenU
And hazily figured on dark afternoonsG
And windy nights was visiting of the bestK
Then too the pelt of hoofsG
Out in the roaring darkness toldK
Of Herne the Hunter in his antlered helmE2
Galloping as with despatches from the PitK
Between his hell born HoundsG
And Rip Van Winkle often I lurked to hearT
Outside the long low timbered tarry wallP
The mutter and rumble of the trolling bowlsG
Down the lean plank before they fluttered the pinsG
For listening I could help him playA2
His wonderful gameF2
In those blue booming hills with MarinersG
Refreshed from kegs not coopered in this our worldK
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But what were these so nearT
So neighbourly fancies to the spell that broughtK
The run of Ali Baba's CaveG2
Just for the saying 'Open Sesame '-
With gold to measure peck by peckC2
In round brown wooden stoupsG
You borrowed at the chandler's Or one timeC
Made you Aladdin's friend at schoolH2
Free of his Garden of Jewels Ring and LampI2
In perfect trim Or Ladies fairT
For all the embrowning scars in their white breastsG
Went labouring under some dread ordinanceG
Which made them whip and bitterly cry the whileJ2
Strange Curs that cried as theyA2
Till there was never a Black Bitch of allP
Your consorting but might have goneU
Spell driven miserably for crimesG
Done in the pride of womanhood and desireT
Or at the ghostliest altitudes of nightK
While you lay wondering and acoldK
Your sense was fearfully purged and soonU
Queen Labe abominable and dearT
Rose from your side opened the Box of DoomK2
Scattered the yellow powder which I sawG
Like sulphur at the Docks in bulkC2
And muttered certain words you could not hearT
And there a living streamL2
The brook you bathed in with its weeds and flagsG
And cresses glittered and sangC2
Out of the hearthrug over the nakednessG
Fair scrubbed and decent of your bedroom floorT
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I was how many a timeC
That Second Calendar Son of a KingC2
On whom 'twas vehemently enjoinedK
Pausing at one mysterious doorT
To pry no closer but content his soulI
With his kind Forty Yet I could not restK
For idleness and ungovernable FateK
And the Black Horse which fed on sesameT
That wonder working wordK
Vouchsafed his back to me and spread his vansG
And soaring soaring onU
From air to air came charging to the groundK
Sheer like a lark from the midsummer cloudsG
And shaking me out of the saddle where I sprawledK
Flicked at me with his tailD2
And left me blinded miserable distraughtK
Even as I was in deedK
When doctors came and odious things were doneU
On my poor tortured eyesG
With lancets or some evil acid stungC2
And wrung them like hot sandK
And desperately from room to roomK2
Fumble I must my dark disconsolate wayA2
To get to Bagdad how I might But thereT
I met with Merry Ladies O you threeT
Safie Amine Zobeide when my heartK
Forgets you all shall be forgotK
And so we supped we and the restK
On wine and roasted lamb rose water datesG
Almonds pistachios citrons And HarounU
Laughed out of his lordly beardK
On Giaffar and Mesrour I knew the ThreeT
For all their Mossoul habits And outsideK
The Tigris flowing swiftK
Like Severn bend for bend twinkled and gleamedK
With broken and wavering shapes of stranger starsG
The vast blue nightK
Was murmurous with peris' plumesG
And the leathern wings of genies words of powerT
Were whispering and old fishermenU
Casting their nets with prayer might draw to shoreT
Dead loveliness or a prodigy in scalesG
Worth in the Caliph's Kitchen pieces of goldK
Or copper vessels stopped with leadK
Wherein some Squire of Eblis watched and railedK
In durance under potent charactryT
Graven by the seal of Solomon the KingC2
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Then as the Book was glassedK
In Life as in some olden mirror's quaintK
Bewildering angles so would LifeM2
Flash light on light back on the Book and bothN2
Were changed Once in a house decayedK
From better days harbouring an errant showU
For all its stories of dry rotK
Were filled with gruesome visitants in waxG
Inhuman hushed ghastly with Painted EyesG
I wandered and no living soulI
Was nearer than the pay box and I staredK
Upon them staring staring Till at lastK
Three sets of rafters from the streetsG
I strayed upon a mildewed rat run roomK2
With the two Dancers horrible and obsceneU
Guarding the door and there in a bedroom setK
Behind a fence of faded crimson cordsG
With an aspect of frillsG
And dimities and dishonoured privacyT
That made you hanker and hesitate to lookC2
A Woman with her litter of Babes all slainU
All in their nightgowns all with Painted EyesG
Staring still staring so that I turned and ranU
As for my neck but in the streetK
Took breath The same it seemedK
And yet not all the same I was to findK
As I went up For afterwardsG
Whenas I went my round aloneU
All day alone in long stern silent streetsG
Where I might stretch my hand and takeC2
Whatever I would still there were Shapes of StoneU
Motionless lifelike frightening for the WrathO2
Had smitten them but they watchedK
This by her melons and figs that by his ringsG
And chains and watches with the hideous gazeG
The Painted Eyes insufferableA
Now of those grisly images and IP2
Pursued my best beloved questK
Thrilled with a novel and delicious fearT
So the night fell with never a lamplighterT
And through the Palace of the KingC2
I groped among the echoes and I feltK
That they were thereT
Dreadfully there the Painted staring EyesG
Hall after hall Till lo from farT
A Voice And in a little whileJ2
Two tapers burning And the VoiceG
Heard in the wondrous Word of God was whoseG
Whose but Zobeide'sG
The lady of my heart like meT
A True Believer and like meT
An outcast thousands of leagues beyond the paleD2
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Or sailing to the IslesG
Of Khaledan I spied one evenfallD2
A black blotch in the sunset and it grewT
Swiftly and grew Tearing their beardsG
The sailors wept and prayed but the grave shipQ2
Deep laden with spiceries and pearls went madK
Wrenched the long tiller out of the steersman's handK
And turning broadside onU
As the most iron would was haled and suckedK
Nearer and nearer yetK
And all awash with horrible lurching leapsG
Rushed at that Portent casting a shadow nowU
That swallowed sea and sky and thenU
Anchors and nails and boltsG
Flew screaming out of her and with clang on clangC2
A noise of fifty stithies caught at the sidesG
Of the Magnetic Mountain and she layD2
A broken bundle of firewood strown piecemealD2
About the waters and her crewT
Passed shrieking one by one and I was leftK
To drown All the long night I swamR2
But in the morning O the smiling coastK
Tufted with date trees meadowlikeC2
Skirted with shelving sands And a great waveG2
Cast me ashore and I was saved aliveN
So giving thanks to God I dried my clothesG
And faring inland in a desert placeG
I stumbled on an iron ringC2
The fellow of fifty built into the QuaysG
When scenting a trap doorT
I dug and dug until my biggest bladeK
Stuck into wood And thenU
The flight of smooth hewn easy falling stairsG
Sunk in the naked rock The cool clean vaultK
So neat with niche on niche it might have beenU
Our beer cellar but for the rowsG
Of brazen urns like monstrous chemist's jarsG
Full to the wide squat throatsG
With gold dust but a topS2
A layer of pickled walnut looking thingsG
I knew for olives And far O far awayD2
The Princess of China languished Far awayD2
Was marriage with a Vizier and a ChiefS
Of Eunuchs and the privilegeD
Of going out at nightK
To play unkenned majestical secureT
Where the old brown friendly river shapedK
Like Tigris shore for shore Haply a GhoulD2
Sat in the churchyard under a frightened moonU
A thighbone in his fist and glaredK
At supper with a Lady she who tookC2
Her rice with tweezers grain by grainU
Or you might stumble there by the iron gatesG
Of the Pump Room underneath the limesG
Upon Bedreddin in his shirt and drawersG
Just as the civil Genie laid him downU
Or those red curtained panesG
Whence a tame cornet tenored it throatilyD2
Of beer pots and spittoons and new long pipesG
Might turn a caravansery's whereinU
You found Noureddin Ali loftily drunkC2
And that fair Persian bathed in tearsG
You'd not have given awayD2
For all the diamonds in the Vale PerilousG
You had that dark and disleaved afternoonU
Escaped on a roc's clawD2
Disguised like Sindbad but in Christmas beefS
And all the blissful whileD2
The schoolboy satchel at your hipQ2
Was such a bulse of gems as should amazeG
Grey whiskered chapmen drawnU
From over Caspian yea the Chief JewellersG
Of Tartary and the bazaarsG
Seething with traffic of enormous IndK
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Thus cried thus called aloud to the child heartK
The magian East thus the child eyesG
Spelled out the wizard message by the lightK
Of the sober workaday hoursG
They saw week in week out pass and still passG
In the sleepy Minster City folded kindK
In ancient Severn's armQ
Amongst her water meadows and her docksG
Whose floating populace of shipsG
Galliots and luggers light heeled brigantinesG
Bluff barques and rake hell fore and afters broughtK
To her very doorsteps and geraniumsG
The scents of the World's End the callsG
That may not be gainsaid to rise and rideK
Like fire on some high errand of the raceG
The irresistible appealsG
For comradeship that soundK
Steadily from the irresistible seaG
Thus the East laughed and whispered and the taleD2
Telling itself anewT
In terms of living labouring lifeM2
Took on the colours busked it in the wearT
Of life that lived and laboured and RomanceG
The Angel Playmate raining downU
His golden influencesG
On all I saw and all I dreamed and didK
Walked with me arm in armQ
Or left me as one bediademed with strawsG
And bits of glass to gladden at my heartK
Who had the gift to seek and feel and findK
His fiery hearted presence everywhereT
Even so dear Hesper bringer of all good thingsG
Sends the same silver dewsG
Of happiness down her dim delighted skiesG
On some poor collier hamlet mound on moundK
Of sifted squalor here a soot throated stalkC2
Sullenly smoking over a rowU
Of flat faced hovels black in the gritty airT
A web of rails and wheels and beams with stringsG
Of hurtling tipping tramsG
As on the amorous nightingalesG
And roses of Shiraz or the walls and towersG
Of Samarcand the Ineffable whence you espyG
The splendour of Ginnistan's embattled spearsG
Like listed lightningsG
SamarcandK
That name of names That star vaned belvedereT
Builded against the Chambers of the SouthT2
That outpost on the InfiniteK
And beholdK
Questing therefrom you knew not what wild tideK
Might overtake you for one fringeD
One suburb is stablished on firm earth but oneU
Floats founded vagueC2
In lubberlands delectable isles of palmU2
And lotus fortunate mains far shimmering seasG
The promise of wistful hillsG
The shining shifting Sovranties of DreamL2

William Ernest Henley



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