The Princes' Quest - Part The Ninth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBAACDEEFFAAGGAAHH IIBBJJAAIIAAIIAAKKLL IIMN OOAAPPJJ BBAAQQAJRRSSAAGGKKA AAAJJAATTUUNNAAGGAA GGQQPPIIVWGGPP IIXXIIAAQQAAGGQQAAYY GIGAAAAAAIIZZAAA2B2A 2C2C2RRAABBAAOOAAQQ PPIIOOAAIIQQAAAAAA IIJJAAD2D2AAE2And 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
William Watson
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