Iceland First Seen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDD EFEFEGG HIHIHJJ KLKLKMM NONONPP QPQPQRR

Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seenA
Toothed rocks down the side of the firth on the east guard a weary wide leaB
And black slope the hillsides above striped adown with their desolate greenA
And a peak rises up on the west from the meeting of cloud and of seaB
Foursquare from base unto point like the building of Gods that have beenC
The last of that waste of the mountains all cloud wreathed and snow flecked and greyD
And bright with the dawn that began just now at the ending of dayD
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Ah what came we forth for to see that our hearts are so hot with desireE
Is it enough for our rest the sight of this desolate strandF
And the mountain waste voiceless as death but for winds that may sleep not nor tireE
Why do we long to wend forth through the length and breadth of a landF
Dreadful with grinding of ice and record of scarce hidden fireE
But that there 'mid the grey grassy dales sore scarred by the ruining streamsG
Lives the tale of the Northland of old and the undying glory of dreamsG
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O land as some cave by the sea where the treasures of old have been laidH
The sword it may be of a king whose name was the turning of fightI
Or the staff of some wise of the world that many things made and unmadeH
Or the ring of a woman maybe whose woe is grown wealth and delightI
No wheat and no wine grows above it no orchard for blossom and shadeH
The few ships that sail by its blackness but deem it the mouth of a graveJ
Yet sure when the world shall awaken this too shall be mighty to saveJ
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Or rather O land if a marvel it seemeth that men ever soughtK
Thy wastes for a field and a garden fulfilled of all wonder and doubtL
And feasted amidst of the winter when the fight of the year had been foughtK
Whose plunder all gathered together was little to babble aboutL
Cry aloud from thy wastes O thou land Not for this nor for that was I wroughtK
Amid waning of realms and of riches and death of things worshipped and sureM
I abide here the spouse of a God and I made and I make and endureM
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O Queen of the grief without knowledge of the courage that may not availN
Of the longing that may not attain of the love that shall never forgetO
More joy than the gladness of laughter thy voice hath amidst of its wailN
More hope than of pleasure fulfilled amidst of thy blindness is setO
More glorious than gaining of all thine unfaltering hand that shall failN
For what is the mark on thy brow but the brand that thy Brynhild doth bearP
Love once and loved and undone by a love that no ages outwearP
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Ah when thy Balder comes back and bears from the heart of the SunQ
Peace and the healing of pain and the wisdom that waiteth no moreP
And the lilies are laid on thy brow 'mid the crown of the deeds thou hast doneQ
And the roses spring up by thy feet that the rocks of the wilderness woreP
Ah when thy Balder comes back and we gather the gains he hath wonQ
Shall we not linger a little to talk of thy sweetness of oldR
Yea turn back awhile to thy travail whence the Gods stood aloof to beholdR

William Morris



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