The Princes' Quest - Part The First Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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There was a time it passeth me to sayA
How long ago but sure 'twas many a dayA
Before the world had gotten her such storeB
Of foolish wisdom as she hath beforeB
She fell to waxing gray with weight of yearsC
And knowledge bitter knowledge bought with tearsD
When it did seem as if the feet of timeE
Moved to the music of a golden rhymeE
And never one false thread might woven beF
Athwart that web of worldwide melodyF
'Twas then there lived a certain queen and kingG
Unvext of wars or other evil thingG
Within a spacious palace builded highH
Whence they might see their chiefest city lieH
About them and half hear from their tall towersI
Its populous murmur through the daylight hoursI
And see beyond its walls the pleasant plainJ
One child they had these blissful royal twainJ
Of whom 'tis told so more than fair was heF
There lurked at whiles a something shadowyF
Deep down within the fairness of his faceK
As 'twere a hint of some not earthly graceK
Making the royal stripling rather seemL
The very dreaming offspring of a dreamL
Than human child of human ancestryF
And something strange fantastical was heF
I doubt not Howsoever he upgrewF
And after certain years to manhood drewF
Nigh so that all about his father's courtM
Seeing his graciousness of princely portM
Rejoiced thereat and many maidens' eyesN
Look'd pleased upon his beauty and the sighsN
Of many told I know not what sweet talesO
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So like to some fair ship with sunlit sailsO
Glided his youth amid a stormless seaF
Till once by night there came mysteriouslyF
A fateful wind and o'er an unknown deepP
Bore him perforce It chanced that while in sleepP
He lay there came to him a strange dim dreamL
'Twas like as he did float adown a streamL
In a lone boat that had nor sail nor oarF
Yet seemed as it would glide for evermoreF
Deep in the bosom of a sultry landQ
Fair with all fairness Upon either handQ
Were hills green browed and mist engarlandedQ
And all about their feet were woods bespreadQ
Hoarding the cool and leafy silentnessF
In many an unsunned hollow and hid recessF
Nought of unbeauteous might be there espiedQ
But in the heart of the deep woods and wideQ
And in the heart of all was MysteryF
A something more than outer eye might seeF
A something more than ever ear might hearF
The very birds that came and sang anearF
Did seem to syllable some faery tongueR
And singing much to hold yet more unsungR
And heard at whiles with hollow wandering toneS
Far off as by some aery huntsmen blownS
Faint echoing horns among the mountains woundQ
Made all the live air tremulous with soundQ
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So hour by hour thus ran the Prince's dreamL
Glided the boat along the broadening streamL
Till being widowed of the sun her lordQ
The purblind day went groping evenwardQ
Whereafter Sleep compelled to his mild yokeT
The bubbling clear souls of the feathered folkT
Sealing the vital fountains of their songU
Howbeit the Prince went onward all night longU
And never shade of languor came on himV
Nor any weariness his eyes made dimV
And so in season due he heard the breathW
Of the brief winds that wake ere darkness' deathW
Sigh through the woods and all the valley wideQ
The rushes by the water answering sighedQ
Sighed all the river from its reedy throatQ
And like a wing d creature went the boatQ
Over the errant water wandering freeF
As some lone seabird over a lone seaF
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And Morn pale haired with watery wide eyesF
Look'd up And starting with a swift surpriseF
Sprang to his feet the Prince and forward leantQ
His gaze on something right before him bentQ
That like a towered and templed city showedQ
Afar off dim with very light and glowedQ
As burnished seas at sundawn when the wavesF
Make amber lightnings all in dim roof'd cavesF
That fling mock thunder back Long leagues awayA
Down by the river's green right bank it layA
Set like a jewel in the golden mornX
But ever as the Prince was onward borneX
Nearer and nearer danced the dizzy firesF
Of domes innumerable and sun tipt spiresF
And many a sky acquainted pinnacleY
Splendid beyond what mortal tongue may tellZ
And ere the middle heat of day was spentQ
He saw by nearness thrice magnificentQ
Hardly a furlong's space before him lieH
The City sloping to the stream therebyH
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And therewithal the boat of its own willA2
Close to the shore began to glide untilA2
All of a sudden passing nigh to whereF
The glistering white feet of a marble stairF
Ran to the rippled brink the Prince outsprangU
Upon the gleamy steps and wellnigh sangU
For joy to be once more upon his feetQ
Amid the green grass and the flowers sweetQ
So on he paced along the river margeB2
And saw full many a fair and stately bargeB2
Adorned with strange device and imageryF
At anchor in the quiet waters lieH
And presently he came unto a gateQ
Of massy gold that shone with splendid stateQ
Of mystic hieroglyphs and storied friezeF
All overwrought with carven phantasiesF
And in the shadow of the golden gateQ
One in the habit of a porter sateQ
And on the Prince with wondering eye looked heF
And greeted him with reverent courtesyF
Saying 'Fair sir thou art of mortal raceF
The first hath ever journeyed to this placeF
For well I know thou art a stranger hereF
As by the garb thou wearest doth appearF
And if thy raiment do belie thee notQ
Thou should'st be some king's son And well I wotQ
If that be true was prophesied of yoreF
A wondrous fortune is for thee in storeF
For though I be not read in Doomful WritQ
Oft have I heard the wise expounding itQ
And of a truth the fatal rolls declareF
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That the first mortal who shall hither fareF
Shall surely have our Maiden Queen to wifeC2
And while the world lives shall they twain have lifeC2
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Hereat be sure the wonder stricken youthD2
Holden in doubt if this were lies or truthD2
Was tongue tied with amaze and sore perplextQ
Unknowing what strange thing might chance him nextQ
And ere he found fit words to make replyH
The porter bade a youth who stood hard byH
Conduct the princely stranger as was meetQ
Through the great golden gate into the streetQ
And thence o'er all the city wheresoe'erF
Was aught to show of wonderful or fairF
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With that the Prince beside his willing guideQ
Went straightway through the gate and stood insideQ
The wall that builded of a rare white stoneS
Clasp'd all the city like a silver zoneS
And thence down many a shining street they passedQ
Each one appearing goodlier than the lastQ
Cool with the presence of innumerous treesF
And fountains playing before palacesF
And whichsoever way the Prince might lookU
Another marvel and another tookU
His wildered eyes with very wondermentQ
And holding talk together as they wentQ
The Prince besought his guide to tell him whyH
Of all the many folk that passed them byH
There was not one that had the looks of eldQ
Or yet of life's mid years for they beheldQ
Only young men and maidens everywhereF
Nor ever saw they one that was not fairF
Whereat the stripling 'Master thou hast seenE2
Belike the river that doth flow betweenE2
Flowers and grasses at the city's feet '-
And when the Prince had rendered answer meetQ
'Then ' said the other 'know that whosoe'erF
Drinks of the water thou beheldest thereF
It matters not how many are his yearsF
Thenceforward from that moment he appearsF
Like as he was in youthly days beforeF
His pass d summers told beyond a scoreF
And so the people of this land possessF
Unto all time their youth and comeliness '-
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Scarce had his mouth made answer when there roseF
Somewhat of tumult ruffling the reposeF
Of the wide splendid street and lifting upF2
His eyes the Prince beheld a glittering troopG2
Of horsemen each upon a beauteous steedQ
Toward them coming at a gentle speedQ
And as the cavalcade came on apaceF
A sudden pleasure lit the stripling's faceF
Who bore him company and was his guideQ
And 'Lo thou shalt behold our queen ' he criedQ
'Even the fairest of the mH2

William Watson



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