London Voluntaries - To Charles Whibley - Iii - Scherzando Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBAB DDCEFAGGHHFIIJJKKLLM MJJLMJNNOPQPMMMM RRGGRMSMTMMUVMWMVUMM XWMXMYZA2B2MZMA2MM

Down through the ancient StrandA
The spirit of October mild and boonB
And sauntering takes his wayC
This golden end of afternoonB
As though the corn stood yellow in all the landA
And the ripe apples dropped to the harvest moonB
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Lo the round sun half down the western slopeD
Seen as along an unglazed telescopeD
Lingers and lolls loth to be done with dayC
Gifting the long lean lanky streetE
And its abounding confluences of beingF
With aspects generous and blandA
Making a thousand harnesses to shineG
As with new ore from some enchanted mineG
And every horse's coat so full of sheenH
He looks new tailored and every 'bus feels cleanH
And never a hansom but is worth the feeingF
And every jeweller within the paleI
Offers a real Arabian Night for saleI
And even the roarJ
Of the strong streams of toil that pause and pourJ
Eastward and westward sounds suffusedK
Seems as it were bemusedK
And blurred and like the speechL
Of lazy seas on a lotus haunted beachL
With this enchanted lustrousnessM
This mellow magic that as a man's caressM
Brings back to some faded face beloved beforeJ
A heavenly shadow of the grace it woreJ
Ere the poor eyes were minded to beseechL
Old things transfigures and you hail and blessM
Their looks of long lapsed loveliness once moreJ
Till Clement's angular and cold and staidN
Gleams forth in glamour's very stuffs arrayedN
And Bride's her aery unsubstantial charmO
Through flight on flight of springing soaring stoneP
Grown flushed and warmQ
Laughs into life full mooded and fresh blownP
And the high majesty of Paul'sM
Uplifts a voice of living light and callsM
Calls to his millions to behold and seeM
How goodly this his London Town can beM
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For earth and sky and airR
Are golden everywhereR
And golden with a gold so suave and fineG
The looking on it lifts the heart like wineG
Trafalgar SquareR
The fountains volleying golden glazeM
Shines like an angel market High aloftS
Over his couchant Lions in a hazeM
Shimmering and bland and softT
A dust of chrysopraseM
Our Sailor takes the golden gazeM
Of the saluting sun and flames superbU
As once he flamed it on his ocean roundV
The dingy dreariness of the picture placeM
Turned very nearly brightW
Takes on a luminous transiency of graceM
And shows no more a scandal to the groundV
The very blind man pottering on the kerbU
Among the posies and the ostrich feathersM
And the rude voices touched with all the weathersM
Of the long varying yearX
Shares in the universal alms of lightW
The windows with their fleeting flickering firesM
The height and spread of frontage shining sheerX
The quiring signs the rejoicing roofs and spiresM
'Tis El Dorado El Dorado plainY
The Golden City And when a girl goes byZ
Look as she turns her glancing headA2
A call of gold is floated from her earB2
Golden all golden In a golden gloryM
Long lapsing down a golden coasted skyZ
The day not dies but seemsM
Dispersed in wafts and drifts of gold and shedA2
Upon a past of golden song and storyM
And memories of gold and golden dreamsM

William Ernest Henley



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