The Princes' Quest - Part The Ninth Poem Rhyme Scheme

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And passing through the city he went out	A
Into the fat fields lying thereabout	A
And lo the spirit of the emerald stone	B
With secret influence to himself unknown	B
Guided the wandering of his errant feet	A
The servants of the errant soul and sweet	A
The meadows were with babble of birds and noise	C
Of brooks the water's voice and the wind's voice	D
Howbeit he gave small heed to any of them	E
And now the subtile spirit of the gem	E
Led him along a winding way that ran	F
Beyond the fields to where the woods began	F
To spread green matwork for the mountains' feet	A
A region where the Silence had her seat	A
And hearkened to the sounds that only she	G
Can hear the fall of dew on herb and tree	G
The voice of the growing of the grass the night	A
Down fluttering breathless from the heaven's height	A
And autumn whispering unawares at times	H
Strange secrets and dark sayings wrapt in rhymes	H
Wind won from forest branches At this place	I
The old man rested for a little space	I
Forgetful that the day was wellnigh flown	B
But soon the urgent spirit of the stone	B
Itself re entered and possessed anew	J
His soul and led thereby and wandering through	J
A mile of trackless and untrodden ground	A
By favour of the rising moon he found	A
A rude path broken here and there by rills	I
Which crossed it as they hurried from the hills	I
And going whitherso the wild path went	A
A two hours' journeying brought him wellnigh spent	A
With toiling upwards to a mountain pass	I
A bleak lone place where no trees grew nor grass	I
But on each hand a peak of rock high reared	A
Uprose afar the two like horns appeared	A
Of some great beast so tapering tall they were	K
And now with forward gaze the wanderer	K
Stood where the pass was highest and the track	L
Went downward both ways and behind his back	L
The full moon shone and lo before his face	I
The bright sea glimmered at the mountain's base	I
It seemed what way soever he might turn	M
His fate still led him to that watery bourn	N
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So journeying down the track which lay before	O
He came an hour past midnight to the shore	O
And looking backward far above espied	A
The two sharp peaks one peak on either side	A
Of that lone pass verily like a pair	P
Of monstrous horns the tips far seen up there	P
And in the nether space betwixt the two	J
A single monstrous eye the moon shone through	J
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Now all this while the spirit of the stone	B
Had led him forward he the old man lone	B
Taking no thought of whither he was bound	A
And roaming now along the beach he found	A
A creek and in the creek some little way	Q
From where it joined the sea a pinnace lay	Q
Moored at the marge and stepping thereinto	A
He sat him down and from his bosom drew	J
The mystic gem and placed it at the prow	R
That he might watch its paly splendours how	R
They lightened here and there and flashed aflame	S
Mocked at the moon and put the stars to shame	S
But hardly was the stone out of his hand	A
When the boat wrenched her moorings from the land	A
And swift as any captive bird set free	G
Shot o'er the shimmering surface of the sea	G
The spirit of the emerald guiding her	K
And for a time the old man could not stir	K
For very greatness of astonishment	A
	-
But merrily o'er the moonlit waters went	A
The pinnace till the land was out of sight	A
Far in the dreaming distance All that night	A
Faster than ever wind in winter blew	J
Faster than quarrel flies the bow she flew	J
A moment was a league in that wild flight	A
From vast to vast of ocean and the night	A
And now the moon her lanthorn had withdrawn	T
And now the pale weak heralds of the dawn	T
Lifted the lids of their blear eyes afar	U
The last belated straggler of a star	U
Went home and in her season due the morn	N
Brake on a cold and silent sea forlorn	N
A strange mute sea where never wave hath stirred	A
Nor sound of any wandering wind is heard	A
Nor voice of sailors sailing merrily	G
A sea untraversed an enchanted sea	G
From all the world fate folden hemmed about	A
Of link d Dreams encompassed with a Doubt	A
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But not the less for lack of wind went she	G
The flying pinnace o'er that silent sea	G
Till those dull waters of enchantment lay	Q
Behind her many a league And now her way	Q
Was toward a shining tract of ocean where	P
Low winds with bland breath flattered the mild air	P
And low waves did together clasp and close	I
And skyward yearning from the sea there rose	I
And seaward yearning from the sky there fell	V
A Spirit of Deep Content Unspeakable	W
So midway meeting betwixt sky and sea	G
These twain are married for eternity	G
And rule the spirits of that Deep and share	P
The lordship of the legions of the air	P
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Here winds but came to rest them from their wars	I
With far seas waged Here Darkness had her stars	I
Always a nightly multitudinous birth	X
And entering on this happier zone of earth	X
The boat 'gan bate her speed and by degrees	I
Tempered her motion to the tranquil seas	I
As if she knew the land not far ahead	A
The port not far so forward piloted	A
By that sweet spirit and strong she held her way	Q
Unveering And a little past midday	Q
The wanderer lifted up his eyes and right	A
Before him saw what seemed a great wall white	A
As alabaster builded o'er the sea	G
High as the heaven but drawing nearer he	G
Perceived it was a mighty mist that lay	Q
Upon the ocean stretching far away	Q
Northward and southward and the sun appeared	A
Powerless to melt its mass And while he neared	A
This cloudy barrier stretching north and south	Y
A tale once told him by his mother's mouth	Y
In childhood while he sat upon her knee	G
Rose to remembrance	I
how that on the sea	G
Sat somewhere a Great Mist which no sun's heat	A
Could melt nor wind make wander from its seat	A
So great it was the fastest ship would need	A
Seven days to compass it with all her speed	A
And they of deepest lore and wisest wit	A
Deemed that an island in the midst of it	A
Bloomed like a rosebush ring'd with snows a place	I
Of pleasance folded in that white embrace	I
And chill But never yet would pilot steer	Z
Into the fog that wrapped it round for fear	Z
Of running blindfold in that sightless mist	A
On sunken reefs whereof no mariner wist	A
And so from all the world this happy isle	A2
Lay hidden	B2
Thus the queen long since and while	A2
He marvelled if the mist before his ken	C2
Could be the same she told of even then	C2
Hardly a furlong 'fore the pinnace' prow	R
It lay and now 'twas hard at hand and now	R
The boat had swept into the folds of it	A
But all that vision of white darkness lit	A
By the full splendour of the emerald stone	B
That from the forepart of the pinnace shone	B
Melted around her as in sunder cleft	A
By that strong spirit of light and there was left	A
A wandering space behind her and before	O
Of radiance roofed and walled with mist the floor	O
A liquid pavement large And so she passed	A
Through twilight immemorial and at last	A
Issued upon the other side where lay	Q
The land no mortal knew before that day	Q
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There wilding orchards faced the beach and bare	P
All manner of delicious fruit and rare	P
Such as in gardens of kings' palaces	I
Trembles upon the sultry scented trees	I
The soul of many sunbeams at its core	O
Well pleased the wanderer landed on this shore	O
Beholding all its pleasantness how sweet	A
And soft to the tired soul to the tired feet	A
And so he sat him down beneath the boughs	I
And there a low wind seemed to drone and drowse	I
Among the leaves as it were gone astray	Q
And like to faint forwearied by the way	Q
Till the persistence of the sound begat	A
An heaviness within him as he sat	A
So when Sleep chanced to come that way he found	A
A captive not unwilling to be bound	A
And on his body those fine fetters put	A
Wherewith he bindeth mortals hand and foot	A
	-
When the tired sleeper oped again his eyes	I
'Twas early morn and he beheld the skies	I
Glowing from those deep hours of rest and dew	J
Wherein all creatures do themselves renew	J
The laughing leaves blink'd in the sun throughout	A
Those dewy realms of orchard thereabout	A
But green fields lay beyond and farther still	D2
Betwixt them and the sun a great high hill	D2
Kept these in shadow and the brighter made	A
The fruitlands look for all that neighbouring shade	A
And he the sol	E2

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