The Golden Journey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACC DAADEE FGGFHH IJJIJJ JKKJLL JIIJMM NAANJJ OPPOQQ IRRISS TIITII

All day he drowses by the sailA
With dreams of her and all night longB
The broken waters are at songB
Of how she lingers wild and paleA
When all the temple lights are dumbC
And weaves her spells to make him comeC
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The wide sea traversed he will standD
With straining eyes until the shoalA
Green water from the prow shall rollA
Upon the yellow strip of sandD
Searching some fern hid tangled wayE
Into the forest old and greyE
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Then he will leap upon the shoreF
And cast one look up at the sunG
Over his loosened locks will runG
The dawn breeze and a bird will pourF
Its rapture out to make life seemH
Too sweet to leave for such a dreamH
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But all the swifter will he goI
Through the pale scattered asphodelsJ
Down mote hung dusk of olive dellsJ
To where the ancient basins throwI
Fleet threads of blue and trembling zonesJ
Of gold upon the temple stonesJ
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There noon keeps just a twilight traceJ
Twixt love and hate and death and birthK
No man may choose nor sobs nor mirthK
May enter in that haunted placeJ
All day the fountain sphynx lets dripL
Slow drops of silence from her lipL
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To hold the porch roof slender girlsJ
Of milk white marble stand arowI
Doubt never blurs a single browI
And never the noon's faintness curlsJ
From their expectant hush of prideM
The lips the god has glorifiedM
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But these things he will barely viewN
Or if he stay to heed them stillA
But as the lark the lights that spillA
From out the sun it soars untoN
Where past the splendors and the heatsJ
The sun's heart's self forever beatsJ
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For wide the brazen doors will swingO
Soon as his sandals touch the paveP
The anxious light inside will waveP
And tremble to a lunar ringO
About the form that lieth proneQ
Before the dreadful altar stoneQ
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She will not look or speak or stirI
But with drowned lips and cheeks death whiteR
Will lie amid the pool of lightR
Until grown faint with thirst of herI
He shall bow down his face and sinkS
Breathless beneath the eddying brinkS
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Then a swift music will beginT
And as the brazen doors shut slowI
There will be hurrying to and froI
And lights and calls and silver dinT
While through the star freaked swirl of airI
The god's sweet cruel eyes will stareI

William Vaughn Moody



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