An Epistle: (to N.a.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFEFGG HHIIIJJKLKKLMMNNOOPI PIJJQQJJRSCC TTUUNNJJ VVWWJJW JJHHXXBBXYZYZXXTPTPJ J AA

So into Cornwall you go downA
And leave me loitering here in townA
For me the ebb of London's waveB
Not ocean thunder in Cornish caveB
My friends save only one or twoC
Gone to the glistening marge like youC
The opera season with blare and dinD
Dying sublime in LohengrinD
Houses darkened whose blinded panesE
All thoughts save of the dead precludeF
The parks a puddle of tropic rainsE
Clubland a pensive solitudeF
For me now you and yours are flownG
The fellowship of books aloneG
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For you the snaky wave upflungH
With writhing head and hissing tongueH
The weed whose tangled fibres tellI
Of some inviolate deep sea dellI
The faultless secret chambered shellI
Whose sound is an epitomeJ
Of all the utterance of the seaJ
Great basking twinkling wastes of brineK
Far clouds of gulls that wheel and swerveL
In unanimity divineK
With undulation serpentineK
And wondrous consentaneous curveL
Flashing in sudden silver sheenM
Then melting on the sky line keenM
The world forgotten coves that seemN
Lapt in some magic old sea dreamN
Where shivering off the milk white foamO
Lost airs wander seeking homeO
And into clefts and caverns peepP
Fissures paven with powdered shellI
Recesses of primeval sleepP
Tranced with an immemorial spellI
The granite fangs eternallyJ
Rending the blanch'd lips of the seaJ
The breaker clutching land then hurledQ
Back on its own tormented worldQ
The mountainous upthunderingsJ
The glorious energy of thingsJ
The power the joy the cosmic thrillR
Earth's ecstasy made visibleS
World rapture old as Night and newC
As sunrise this all this for youC
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So by Atlantic breezes fannedT
You roam the limits of the landT
And I in London's world abideU
Poor flotsam on the human tideU
Nay rather isled amid the streamN
Watching the flood and half in dreamN
Guessing the sources whence it roseJ
And musing to what Deep it flowsJ
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For still the ancient riddles marV
Our joy in man in leaf in starV
The Whence and Whither give no restW
The Wherefore is a hopeless questW
And the dull wight who never thinksJ
Who chancing on the sleeping SphinxJ
Passes unchallenged fares the bestW
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But ill it suits this random verseJ
The high enigmas to rehearseJ
And touch with desultory tongueH
Secrets no man from Night hath wrungH
We ponder question doubt and prayX
The Deep to answer Yea or NayX
And what does the engirdling waveB
The undivulging yield us saveB
Aspersion of bewildering sprayX
We do but dally on the beachY
Writing our little thoughts full largeZ
While Ocean with imperious speechY
Derides us trifling by the margeZ
Nay we are children who all dayX
Beside the unknown waters playX
And dig with small toy spade the sandT
Thinking our trenches wondrous deepP
Till twilight falls and hand in handT
Nurse takes us home well tired to sleepP
Sleep and forget our toys and beJ
Lulled by the great unsleeping seaJ
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Enough to Cornwall you go downA
And I tag rhymes in London townA

William Watson



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