Arabian Nights' Entertainments - To Elizabeth Robins Pennell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'O mes cheres Mille et Une Nuits ' Fantasio	A
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Once on a time	B
There was a little boy a master mage	C
By virtue of a Book	D
Of magic O so magical it filled	E
His life with visionary pomps	F
Processional And Powers	F
Passed with him where he passed And Thrones	F
And Dominations glaived and plumed and mailed	G
Thronged in the criss cross streets	F
The palaces pell mell with playing fields	F
Domes cloisters dungeons caverns tents arcades	F
Of the unseen silent City in his soul	H
Pavilioned jealously and hid	I
As in the dusk profound	J
Green stillnesses of some enchanted mere	K
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I shut mine eyes And lo	L
A flickering snatch of memory that floats	F
Upon the face of a pool of darkness five	M
And thirty dead years deep	N
Antic in girlish broideries	F
And skirts and silly shoes with straps	F
And a broad ribanded leghorn he walks	F
Plain in the shadow of a church	A
St Michael's in whose brazen call	O
To curfew his first wails of wrath were whelmed	J
Sedate for all his haste	J
To be at home and nestled in his arm	P
Inciting still to quiet and solitude	J
Boarded in sober drab	Q
With small square agitating cuts	F
Let in a top of the double columned close	F
Quakerlike print a Book	D
What but that blessed brief	R
Of what is gallantest and best	J
In all the full shelved Libraries of Romance	F
The Book of rocs	F
Sandalwood ivory turbans ambergris	F
Cream tarts and lettered apes and calendars	F
And ghouls and genies O so huge	C
They might have overed the tall Minster Tower	S
Hands down as schoolboys take a post	J
In truth the Book of Camaralzaman	T
Schemselnihar and Sindbad Scheherezade	J
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	F
Of Kaf That centre of miracles	F
The sole unparalleled Arabian Nights	F
	-
Old friends I had a many kindly and grim	V
Familiars cronies quaint	J
And goblin Never a Wood but housed	J
Some morrice of dainty dapperlings No Brook	D
But had his nunnery	S
Of green haired silvry curving sprites	F
To cabin in his grots and pace	F
His lilied margents Every lone Hillside	J
Might open upon Elf Land Every Stalk	W
That curled about a Bean stick was of the breed	J
Of that live ladder by whose delicate rungs	F
You climbed beyond the clouds and found	J
The Farm House where the Ogre gorged	J
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	J
Of those gay golden vowered madrigals	F
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	J
And mocked him call for call	O
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I could not pass	F
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	F
Bent at his work in the hedge side and know	T
Just how he tapped his brogue and twitched	J
His wax end this and that way both with wrists	F
And elbows In the rich June fields	F
Where the ripe clover drew the bees	F
And the tall quakers trembled and the West Wind	J
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	F
For at his stirrup linked and ran	T
Not cynical and trapesing as he loped	J
From wall to wall above the espaliers	F
But in the bravest tops	F
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	F
King over All the Catlands present and past	J
And future that moustached	J
Artificer of fortunes Puss in Boots	F
Or Bluebeard's Closet with its plenishing	B2
Of meat hooks sawdust blood	J
And wives that hung like fresh dressed carcases	F
Odd fangled most a butcher's part	J
A faery chamber hazily seen	T
And hazily figured on dark afternoons	F
And windy nights was visiting of the best	J
Then too the pelt of hoofs	F
Out in the roaring darkness told	J
Of Herne the Hunter in his antlered helm	D2
Galloping as with despatches from the Pit	J
Between his hell born Hounds	F
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	F
Down the lean plank before they fluttered the pins	F
For listening I could help him play	Z
His wonderful game	E2
In those blue booming hills with Mariners	F
Refreshed from kegs not coopered in this our world	J
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But what were these so near	S
So neighbourly fancies to the spell that brought	J
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	F
You borrowed at the chandler's Or one time	B
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	F
Went labouring under some dread ordinance	F
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	F
Done in the pride of womanhood and desire	S
Or at the ghostliest altitudes of night	J
While you lay wondering and acold	J
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	F
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	F
And cresses glittered and sang	B2
Out of the hearthrug over the nakedness	F
Fair scrubbed and decent of your bedroom floor	S
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I was how many a time	B
That Second Calendar Son of a King	B2
On whom 'twas vehemently enjoined	J
Pausing at one mysterious door	S
To pry no closer but content his soul	H
With his kind Forty Yet I could not rest	J
For idleness and ungovernable Fate	J
And the Black Horse which fed on sesame	S
That wonder working word	J
Vouchsafed his back to me and spread his vans	F
And soaring soaring on	T
From air to air came charging to the ground	J
Sheer like a lark from the midsummer clouds	F
And shaking me out of the saddle where I sprawled	J
Flicked at me with his tail	C2
And left me blinded miserable distraught	J
Even as I was in deed	J
When doctors came and odious things were done	T
On my poor tortured eyes	F
With lancets or some evil acid stung	B2
And wrung them like hot sand	J
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	J
Forgets you all shall be forgot	J
And so we supped we and the rest	J
On wine and roasted lamb rose water dates	F
Almonds pistachios citrons And Haroun	T
Laughed out of his lordly beard	J
On Giaffar and Mesrour I knew the Three	S
For all their Mossoul habits And outside	J
The Tigris flowing swift	J
Like Severn bend for bend twinkled and gleamed	J
With broken and wavering shapes of stranger stars	F
The vast blue night	J
Was murmurous with peris' plumes	F
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	F
Worth in the Caliph's Kitchen pieces of gold	J
Or copper vessels stopped with lead	J
Wherein some Squire of Eblis watched and railed	J
In durance under potent charactry	S
Graven by the seal of Solomon the King	B2
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Then as the Book was glassed	J
In Life as in some olden mirror's quaint	J
Bewildering angles so would Life	L2
Flash light on light back on the Book and both	M2
Were changed Once in a house decayed	J
From better days harbouring an errant show	T
For all its stories of dry rot	J
Were filled with gruesome visitants in wax	F
Inhuman hushed ghastly with Painted Eyes	F
I wandered and no living soul	H
Was nearer than the pay box and I stared	J
Upon them staring staring Till at last	J
Three sets of rafters from the streets	F
I strayed upon a mildewed rat run room	J2
With the two Dancers horrible and obscene	T
Guarding the door and there in a bedroom set	J
Behind a fence of faded crimson cords	F
With an aspect of frills	F
And dimities and dishonoured privacy	S
That made you hanker and hesitate to look	B2
A Woman with her litter of Babes all slain	T
All in their nightgowns all with Painted Eyes	F
Staring still staring so that I turned and ran	T
As for my neck but in the street	J
Took breath The same it seemed	J
And yet not all the same I was to find	J
As I went up For afterwards	F
Whenas I went my round alone	T
All day alone in long stern silent streets	F
Where I might stretch my hand and take	B2
Whatever I would still there were Shapes of Stone	T
Motionless lifelike frightening for the Wrath	N2
Had smitten them but they watched	J
This by her melons and figs that by his rings	F
And chains and watches with the hideous gaze	F
The Painted Eyes insufferable	O2
Now of those grisly images and I	P2
Pursued my best beloved quest	J
Thrilled with a novel and delicious fear	S
So the night fell with never a lamplighter	S
And through the Palace of the King	B2
I groped among the echoes and I felt	J
That they were there	S
Dreadfully there the Painted staring Eyes	F
Hall after hall Till lo from far	S
A Voice And in a little while	I2
Two tapers burning And the Voice	F
Heard in the wondrous Word of God was whose	F
Whose but Zobeide's	F
The lady of my heart like me	S
A True Believer and like me	S
An outcast thousands of leagues beyond the pale	C2
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Or sailing to the Isles	F
Of Khaledan I spied one evenfall	C2
A black blotch in the sunset and it grew	S
Swiftly and grew Tearing their beards	F
The sailors wept and prayed but the grave ship	Q2
Deep laden with spiceries and pearls went mad	J
Wrenched the long tiller out of the steersman's hand	J
And turning broadside on	T
As the most iron would was haled and sucked	J
Nearer and nearer yet	J
And all awash with horrible lurching leaps	F
Rushed at that Portent casting a shadow now	T
That swallowed sea and sky and then	T
Anchors and nails and bolts	F
Flew screaming out of her and with clang on clang	B2
A noise of fifty stithies caught at the sides	F
Of the Magnetic Mountain and she lay	C2
A broken bundle of firewood strown piecemeal	C2
About the waters and her crew	S
Passed shrieking one by one and I was left	J
To drown All the long night I swam	R2
But in the morning O the smiling coast	J
Tufted with date trees meadowlike	B2
Skirted with shelving sands And a great wave	F2
Cast me ashore and I was saved alive	M
So giving thanks to God I dried my clothes	F
And faring inland in a desert place	F
I stumbled on an iron ring	B2
The fellow of fifty built into the Quays	F
When scenting a trap door	S
I dug and dug until my biggest blade	J
Stuck into wood And then	T
The flight of smooth hewn easy falling stairs	F
Sunk in the naked rock The cool clean vault	J
So neat with niche on niche it might have been	T
Our beer cellar but for the rows	F
Of brazen urns like monstrous chemist's jars	F
Full to the wide squat throats	F
With gold dust but a top	S2
A layer of pickled walnut looking things	F
I knew for olives And far O far away	C2
The Princess of China languished Far away	C2
Was marriage with a Vizier and a Chief	R
Of Eunuchs and the privilege	C
Of going out at night	J
To play unkenned majestical secure	S
Where the old brown friendly river shaped	J
Like Tigris shore for shore Haply a Ghoul	C2
Sat in the churchyard under a frightened moon	T
A thighbone in his fist and glared	J
At supper with a Lady she who took	B2
Her rice with tweezers grain by grain	T
Or you might stumble there by the iron gates	F
Of the Pump Room underneath the limes	F
Upon Bedreddin in his shirt and drawers	F
Just as the civil Genie laid him down	T
Or those red curtained panes	F
Whence a tame cornet tenored it throatily	C2
Of beer pots and spittoons and new long pipes	F
Might turn a caravansery's wherein	T
You found Noureddin Ali loftily drunk	B2
And that fair Persian bathed in tears	F
You'd not have given away	C2
For all the diamonds in the Vale Perilous	F
You had that dark and disleaved afternoon	T
Escaped on a roc's claw	C2
Disguised like Sindbad but in Christmas beef	R
And all the blissful while	C2
The schoolboy satchel at your hip	Q2
Was such a bulse of gems as should amaze	F
Grey whiskered chapmen drawn	T
From over Caspian yea the Chief Jewellers	F
Of Tartary and the bazaars	F
Seething with traffic of enormous Ind	J
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Thus cried thus called aloud to the child heart	J
The magian East thus the child eyes	F
Spelled out the wizard message by the light	J
Of the sober workaday hours	F
They saw week in week out pass and still pass	F
In the sleepy Minster City folded kind	J
In ancient Severn's arm	P
Amongst her water meadows and her docks	F
Whose floating populace of ships	F
Galliots and luggers light heeled brigantines	F
Bluff barques and rake hell fore and afters brought	J
To her very doorsteps and geraniums	F
The scents of the World's End the calls	F
That may not be gainsaid to rise and ride	J
Like fire on some high errand of the race	F
The irresistible appeals	F
For comradeship that sound	J
Steadily from the irresistible sea	F
Thus the East laughed and whispered and the tale	C2
Telling itself anew	S
In terms of living labouring life	L2
Took on the colours busked it in the wear	S
Of life that lived and laboured and Romance	F
The Angel Playmate raining down	T
His golden influences	F
On all I saw and all I dreamed and did	J
Walked with me arm in arm	P
Or left me as one bediademed with straws	F
And bits of glass to gladden at my heart	J
Who had the gift to seek and feel and find	J
His fiery hearted presence everywhere	S
Even so dear Hesper bringer of all good things	F
Sends the same silver dews	F
Of happiness down her dim delighted skies	F
On some poor collier hamlet mound on mound	J
Of sifted squalor here a soot throated stalk	B2
Sullenly smoking over a row	T
Of flat faced hovels black in the gritty air	S
A web of rails and wheels and beams with strings	F
Of hurtling tipping trams	F
As on the amorous nightingales	F
And roses of Shiraz or the walls and towers	F
Of Samarcand the Ineffable whence you espy	F
The splendour of Ginnistan's embattled spears	F
Like listed lightnings	F
Samarcand	J
That name of names That star vaned belvedere	S
Builded against the Chambers of the South	T2
That outpost on the Infinite	J
And behold	J
Questing therefrom you knew not what wild tide	J
Might overtake you for one fringe	C
One suburb is stablished on firm earth but one	T
Floats founded vague	B2
In lubberlands delectable isles of palm	U2
And lotus fortunate mains far shimmering seas	F
The promise of wistful hills	F
The shining shifting Sovranties of Dream	K2

William Ernest Henley

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