St Michael's Mount - Inscribed To The Right Honourable Lord Somers. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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While summer airs scarce breathe along the tideA
Oft pausing up the mountain's craggy sideA
We climb how beautiful how still how clearB
The scenes that stretch around The rocks that rearB
Their shapes in rich fantastic colours dressedC
The hill tops where the softest shadows restC
The long retiring bay the level sandD
The fading sea line and the furthest landD
That seems as low it lessens from the eyeE
To steal away beneath the cloudless skyE
But yesterday the misty morn was spreadF
In dreariness on the bleak mountain's headF
No glittering prospect from the upland smiledG
The driving squall came dark the sea heaved wildG
And lost and lonely the wayfarer sighedA
Wet with the hoar spray of the flashing tideA
How changed is now the circling scene The deepH
Stirs not the glancing roofs and white towers peepH
Along the margin of the lucid bayI
The sails descried far in the offing grayI
Hang motionless and the pale headland's heightJ
Is touched as with sweet gleams of fairy lightJ
Oh lives there on earth's busy stirring sceneK
Whom Nature's tranquil charms her airs sereneK
Her seas her skies her sunbeams fail to moveL
With stealing tenderness and grateful loveM
Go thankless man to Misery's cave beholdN
Captivity stretched in her dungeon coldN
Or think on those who in yon dreary mineO
Sunk fathoms deep beneath the rolling brineO
From year to year amid the lurid shadeP
O'er wearied ply their melancholy tradeP
That thou may'st bless the glorious sun and hailQ
Him who with beauty clothed the hill and valeQ
Who bent the arch of the high heavens for theeR
And stretched in amplitude the broad blue seaR
Now sunk are all its murmurs and the airS
But moves by fits the bents that here and thereS
Upshoot in casual spots of faded greenK
Here straggling sheep the scanty pasture gleanK
Or on the jutting fragments that impendT
Stray fearlessly and gaze as we ascendT
Mountain no pomp of waving woods hast thouU
That deck with varied shade thy hoary browU
No sunny meadows at thy feet are spreadF
No streamlets sparkle o'er their pebbly bedF
But thou canst boast thy beauties ample viewsV
That catch the rapt eye of the pausing MuseV
Headlands around new lighted sails and seasW
Now glassy smooth now wrinkling to the breezeW
And when the drisly Winter wrapped in sleetX
Goes by and winds and rain thy ramparts beatX
Fancy can see thee standing thus aloofY
And frowning bleak and bare and tempest proofY
Look as with awful confidence and braveZ
The howling hurricane the dashing waveZ
More graceful when the storm's dark vapours frownA2
Than when the summer suns in pomp go downA2
And such is he who clad in watchet weedsB2
And boasting little more than nature needsB2
Can wrap him in contentedness and wearS
A port unchanged in seasons rude or fairS
His may be Fancy's sunshine and the MuseV
May deck his visions with her fairest huesV
And he may lift his honest front and sayI
To the hard storm that rends his locks of grayI
I heed thee not he unappalled may standD
Beneath the cloud that shades a sinking landD
While heedless of the storm that onward sweepsC2
Mad impious Riot his loud wassail keepsC2
Pre eminent in native worth nor bendT
Though gathering ills on his bare head descendT
And when the wasteful storm sweeps o'er its preyI
And rends the kingdoms of the world awayI
He firm as stands the rock's unshaken baseD2
Yet panting for a surer resting placeD2
The human hurricane unmoved can seeR
And say O GOD my refuge is in TheeR
States anchored deep that far their shadow castE2
Rock and are scattered by the ALMIGHTY'S blastE2
As when awakened from his horrid sleepH
In fiery caves a thousand fathoms deepH
The Earthquake's Demon hies aloft he waitsF2
Nigh some high turreted proud city's gatesF2
As listening to the mingled shouts and dinG2
Of the mad crowd that feast or dance withinG2
Mean time sad Nature feels his sway the waveZ
Heaves and low sounds moan through the mountain caveZ
Then all at once is still still as midnightJ
When not the lime leaf moves Oh piteous sightJ
For now the glittering domes crash from on highE
And hark a strange and lamentable cryE
It ceases and the tide's departing roarH2
Alone is heard upon the desert shoreH2
That as it sweeps with slow huge swell awayI
Remorseless mutters o'er its buried preyI
So Ruin hurrieth o'er this shaken ballI2
He bids his blast go forth and lo doth fallI2
A Carthage or a Rome Then rolls the tideA
Of deep Forgetfulness whelming the prideA
Of man his shattered and forsaken bowersJ2
His noiseless cities and his prostrate towersJ2
Some columns eminent and awful standD
Like Egypt's pillars on the lonely sandD
We read upon their base inscribed by FameK2
A HOMER'S here or here a SHAKESPEARE'S nameK2
Yet think not of the surge that soon may sweepH
Ourselves unnumbered to the oblivious deepH
Yet time has been as mouldering legends sayI
When all yon western tract and this bright bayI
Where now the sunshine sleeps and wheeling whiteJ
The sea mew circles in fantastic flightJ
Was peopled wide but the loud storm hath ravedL2
Where its green top the high wood whispering wavedL2
And many a year the slowly rising floodM2
Raked where the Druids' uncooth altar stoodN2
Thou only aged mountain dost remainO2
Stern monument amidst the deluged plainO2
And fruitless the big waves thy bulwarks beatX
The big waves slow retire and murmur at thy feetX
Thou half encircled by the refluent tideA
As if thy state its utmost rage defiedA
Dost tower above the scene as in thine ancient prideA
Mountain the curious Muse might love to gazeP2
On the dim record of thy early daysP2
Oft fancying that she heard like the low blastE2
The sounds of mighty generations pastE2
Thee the Phoenician as remote he sailedQ2
Along the unknown coast exulting hailedQ2
And when he saw thy rocky point aspireR2
Thought on his native shores of Aradus or TyreR2
Distained with many a ghastly giant's bloodM2
Upon thy height huge Corineus stoodN2
And clashed his shield whilst hid in caves profoundS2
His monstrous foe cowered at the fearful soundS2
Hark to the brazen clarion's pealing swellT2
The shout at intervals the deepening yellT2
Long ages speed away yet now againU2
The noise of battle hurtles on the plainO2
Behold the dark haired warriors down thy sideA
O mountain sternly terrible they strideA
Ev'n now impatient for the promised warH2
They rear their axes huge and shouting cry to ThorH2
The sounds of conflict cease at dead of nightJ
A voice is heard Prepare the Druid riteJ
And hark the bard upon thy summit ringsV2
The deep chords of his thrilling harp and singsV2
To Night's pale Queen that through the heavens wideA
Amidst her still host list'ning seems to rideA
Slow sinks the cadence of the solemn layI
And all the sombrous scenery steals awayI
The shadowy Druid throng the darksome woodN2
And the hoar altar wet with human bloodM2
Marked ye the Angel spectre that appearedW2
By other hands the holy fane is rearedW2
High on the point where gazing o'er the floodM2
Confessed the glittering apparition stoodN2
And now the sailor on his watch of nightJ
Sees like a glimmering star the far off lightJ
Or homeward bound hears on the twilight bayI
The slowly chanted vespers die awayI
These scenes are fled and passed yet still sublimeX2
And wearing graceful the gray tints of TimeX2
Upon the steep rock's craggy eminenceY2
The embattled castle sits surveying thenceZ2
The villages that strew the subject plainO2
And the long winding of the lucid mainO2
Meantime the stranger marks its turrets highE
And muses on the tale of changeful years gone byE
Of this no more lo here our journey endsA3
Wide and more wide the arch of heaven extendsA3
And on this topmost fragment as we leanK
We feel removed from dim earth's distant sceneK
Lift up the hollow trump that on the groundS2
Is cast and let it rolling its long soundS2
Speak to the surge below that we may gainO2
Tidings from those who traverse the wide mainO2
Or tread we now some spot of wizard landD
And mark the sable trump that may commandD
The brazen doors to fly and with loud callI2
Scare the grim giant in his murky hallI2
Hail solitary castle that dost crownA2
This desert summit and supreme look downA2
On the long lessening landscape stretched belowB3
Fearless to trace thy inmost haunts we goB3
We climb the steps No warning signs are sentC3
No fiery shapes flash on the battlementD3
We enter the long chambers without fearB
We traverse no strange echoes meet the earE3
No time worn tapestry spontaneous shakesF3
No spell bound maiden from her trance awakesF3
But Taste's fair hand arrays the peaceful domeG3
And hither the domestic virtues comeH3
Pleased while to this secluded scene they bearS
Sweets that oft wither in a world of careS
Castle no more thou frownest on the mainO2
In the dark terror of thy ancient reignO2
No more thy long and dreary halls affrightD3
Swept by the stoled spirits of the nightD3
But calm and heedless of the storms that beatD3
Here Elegance and Peace assume their seatD3
And when the night descends and Ocean roarsF3
Rocking without upon his darkened shoresF3
These vaulted roofs to gentle sounds replyE
The voice of social cheer or song of harmonyR
So fade the modes of life with slow decayI
And various ages various hues displayI
Fled are the grimly shadows of RomanceF3
And pleased we see in beauteous troop advanceF3
New arts new manners from the Gothic gloomI3
Escaped and scattering flowers that sweetlier bloomI3
Refinement wakes before her beaming eyeE
Dispersed the fumes of feudal darkness flyE
Like orient Morning on the mountain's headD3
A softer light on life's wide scene is shedD3
Lapping in bliss the sense of human caresF3
Hark Melody pours forth her sweetest airsF3
And like the shades that on the still lake lieE
Of rocks or fringing woods or tinted skyE
Painting her hues on the clear tablet laysF3
And her own beauteous world with tender touch displaysF3
Then Science lifts her form august and fairS
And shakes the night dews from her glittering hairS
Meantime rich Culture clothes the living wasteD3
And purer patterns of Athenian TasteD3
Invite the eye and wake the kindling senseF3
And milder Manners as they play dispenseF3
Like tepid airs of Spring their genial influenceF3
Such is thy boast Refinement But deep dyesF3
Oft mar the splendour of thy noontide skiesF3
Then Fancy sick of follies that deformJ3
The face of day and in the sunshine swarmJ3
Sick of the fluttering fopperies that engageK3
The vain pursuits of a degenerate ageK3
Sick of smooth Sophistry's insidious cantD3
Or cold Impiety's defying rantD3
Sick of the muling sentiment that sighsF3
O'er its dead bird while Want unpitied criesF3
Sick of the pictures that pale Lust inflameK2
And flush the cheek of Love with deep deep shameK2
Would fain the shade of elder days recallI2
The Gothic battlements the bannered hallI2
Or list of elfin harps the fabling rhymeX2
Or wrapped in melancholy trance sublimeX2
Pause o'er the working of some wond'rous taleQ
Or bid the spectres of the castle hailQ
Oh might I now amid the frowning stormJ3
Behold great Vision of the Mount thy formJ3
Such and so vast as thou wert seen of yoreH2
When looking steadfast to Bayonna's shoreH2
Thou sattest awful on the topmost stoneL3
Making the rock thy solitary throneL3
For up the narrow steps winding with painO2
The watch tower's loftiest platform now we gainO2
Departed spirit fruitless is the prayerS
We see alone thy long deserted chairS
And never more or in the storm of nightD3
Or by the glimmering moon's illusive lightD3
Or when the flash with red and hasty glanceF3
Sudden illumes the sea's remote expanseF3
The shores the cliffs the mountain till againU2
Deep darkness closes on the roaring mainO2
Shalt thou dread Angel with unaltered mienK
Sublime upon thy cloudy seat be seenK
Yet musing much on wild tradition's loreH2
And many a phantom tale believed of yoreH2
Chiefly remembering the sweet song whose strainO2
Shall never die of him who wept in vainO2
For his loved Lycidas in the wide seaR
Whelmed when he cried great Angel unto theeR
The fabled scene of thy renown we traceF3
And hail with thronging thoughts thy hallowed resting placeF3
The stealing Morn goes out here let us endD3
Fitliest our song and to the shore descendD3
Yet once more azure ocean and once moreH2
Ye lighted headlands and thou stretching shoreH2
Down on the beauties of your scenes we castD3
A tender look the longest and the lastD3
Amid the arch of heaven extended clearB
Scarce the thin flecks of feathery clouds appearB
Beyond the long curve of the lessening bayI
The still Atlantic stretches its bright wayI
The tall ship moves not on the tranquil brineO
Around the solemn promontories shineO
No sounds approach us save at times the cryE
Of the gray gull that scarce is heard so highE
The billows make no noise and on the breastD3
Of charmed Ocean Silence sinks to restD3
Oh might we thus from heaven's bright battlementsF3
Behold the scene Humanity presentsF3
And see like this all harmonised and stillM3
And hear no far off sounds of earthly illM3
Wide landscape of the world in purest lightD3
Arrayed how fair how cheering were the sightD3
Alas we think upon this seat of careS
And ask if peace if harmony be thereS
We hear the clangours and the cries that shakeN3
The mad world and their dismal music makeN3
We see gaunt Vice of dread enormous sizeF3
That fearless in the broad day sweltering liesF3
And scorns the feeble arrow that assailsF3
His Heaven defying crest and iron scalesF3
His brows with wan and withered roses crownedD3
And reeling to the pipe's lascivious soundD3
We see Intemperance his goblet quaffE
And mocking Blasphemy with mad loud laughE
Acting before high Heaven a direr partD3
Sport with the weapons that shall pierce his heartD3
If o'er the southern wave we turn our sightD3
More dismal shapes of hideous woe affrightD3
Grim visaged War that ruthless as he hiesF3
Drowns with his trumpet's blast a brother's criesF3
And Massacre by yelling furies ledD3
With ghastly grin and eye balls rolling redD3
O'er a vast field wide heaped with festering slainO2
Hark how the Demon Passions shout amainO2
And cry exulting while the death storm lowersF3
Hurrah the kingdoms of the world are oursF3
O GOD who madest man I see these thingsF3
And wearied wish for a fleet angel's wingsF3
That I might fly away and hear no moreH2
The surge that moans along this mortal shoreH2
But Joy's unclouded sunshine may not beR
Till Father of all worlds we rest with TheeR
Then Truth uplifting from thy works the pallO3
Shall speak In wisdom hast Thou made them allI2
Then angels and archangels as they gazeF3
And all the acclaiming host of heaven shall raiseF3
The loud hosannah of eternal praiseF3
Here all is mixed with sorrow and the cloudsF3
Hang awfully whose shade the dim earth shroudsF3
Therefore I mourn for man and sighing sayF3
As down the steep I wind my homeward wayF3
Oh when will Earth's long muttering tempests ceaseF3
And all be sunshine like this scene and peaceF3

William Lisle Bowles



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