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

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And passing through the city he went outA
Into the fat fields lying thereaboutA
And lo the spirit of the emerald stoneB
With secret influence to himself unknownB
Guided the wandering of his errant feetA
The servants of the errant soul and sweetA
The meadows were with babble of birds and noiseC
Of brooks the water's voice and the wind's voiceD
Howbeit he gave small heed to any of themE
And now the subtile spirit of the gemE
Led him along a winding way that ranF
Beyond the fields to where the woods beganF
To spread green matwork for the mountains' feetA
A region where the Silence had her seatA
And hearkened to the sounds that only sheG
Can hear the fall of dew on herb and treeG
The voice of the growing of the grass the nightA
Down fluttering breathless from the heaven's heightA
And autumn whispering unawares at timesH
Strange secrets and dark sayings wrapt in rhymesH
Wind won from forest branches At this placeI
The old man rested for a little spaceI
Forgetful that the day was wellnigh flownB
But soon the urgent spirit of the stoneB
Itself re entered and possessed anewJ
His soul and led thereby and wandering throughJ
A mile of trackless and untrodden groundA
By favour of the rising moon he foundA
A rude path broken here and there by rillsI
Which crossed it as they hurried from the hillsI
And going whitherso the wild path wentA
A two hours' journeying brought him wellnigh spentA
With toiling upwards to a mountain passI
A bleak lone place where no trees grew nor grassI
But on each hand a peak of rock high rearedA
Uprose afar the two like horns appearedA
Of some great beast so tapering tall they wereK
And now with forward gaze the wandererK
Stood where the pass was highest and the trackL
Went downward both ways and behind his backL
The full moon shone and lo before his faceI
The bright sea glimmered at the mountain's baseI
It seemed what way soever he might turnM
His fate still led him to that watery bournN
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So journeying down the track which lay beforeO
He came an hour past midnight to the shoreO
And looking backward far above espiedA
The two sharp peaks one peak on either sideA
Of that lone pass verily like a pairP
Of monstrous horns the tips far seen up thereP
And in the nether space betwixt the twoJ
A single monstrous eye the moon shone throughJ
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Now all this while the spirit of the stoneB
Had led him forward he the old man loneB
Taking no thought of whither he was boundA
And roaming now along the beach he foundA
A creek and in the creek some little wayQ
From where it joined the sea a pinnace layQ
Moored at the marge and stepping thereintoA
He sat him down and from his bosom drewJ
The mystic gem and placed it at the prowR
That he might watch its paly splendours howR
They lightened here and there and flashed aflameS
Mocked at the moon and put the stars to shameS
But hardly was the stone out of his handA
When the boat wrenched her moorings from the landA
And swift as any captive bird set freeG
Shot o'er the shimmering surface of the seaG
The spirit of the emerald guiding herK
And for a time the old man could not stirK
For very greatness of astonishmentA
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But merrily o'er the moonlit waters wentA
The pinnace till the land was out of sightA
Far in the dreaming distance All that nightA
Faster than ever wind in winter blewJ
Faster than quarrel flies the bow she flewJ
A moment was a league in that wild flightA
From vast to vast of ocean and the nightA
And now the moon her lanthorn had withdrawnT
And now the pale weak heralds of the dawnT
Lifted the lids of their blear eyes afarU
The last belated straggler of a starU
Went home and in her season due the mornN
Brake on a cold and silent sea forlornN
A strange mute sea where never wave hath stirredA
Nor sound of any wandering wind is heardA
Nor voice of sailors sailing merrilyG
A sea untraversed an enchanted seaG
From all the world fate folden hemmed aboutA
Of link d Dreams encompassed with a DoubtA
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But not the less for lack of wind went sheG
The flying pinnace o'er that silent seaG
Till those dull waters of enchantment layQ
Behind her many a league And now her wayQ
Was toward a shining tract of ocean whereP
Low winds with bland breath flattered the mild airP
And low waves did together clasp and closeI
And skyward yearning from the sea there roseI
And seaward yearning from the sky there fellV
A Spirit of Deep Content UnspeakableW
So midway meeting betwixt sky and seaG
These twain are married for eternityG
And rule the spirits of that Deep and shareP
The lordship of the legions of the airP
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Here winds but came to rest them from their warsI
With far seas waged Here Darkness had her starsI
Always a nightly multitudinous birthX
And entering on this happier zone of earthX
The boat 'gan bate her speed and by degreesI
Tempered her motion to the tranquil seasI
As if she knew the land not far aheadA
The port not far so forward pilotedA
By that sweet spirit and strong she held her wayQ
Unveering And a little past middayQ
The wanderer lifted up his eyes and rightA
Before him saw what seemed a great wall whiteA
As alabaster builded o'er the seaG
High as the heaven but drawing nearer heG
Perceived it was a mighty mist that layQ
Upon the ocean stretching far awayQ
Northward and southward and the sun appearedA
Powerless to melt its mass And while he nearedA
This cloudy barrier stretching north and southY
A tale once told him by his mother's mouthY
In childhood while he sat upon her kneeG
Rose to remembranceI
how that on the seaG
Sat somewhere a Great Mist which no sun's heatA
Could melt nor wind make wander from its seatA
So great it was the fastest ship would needA
Seven days to compass it with all her speedA
And they of deepest lore and wisest witA
Deemed that an island in the midst of itA
Bloomed like a rosebush ring'd with snows a placeI
Of pleasance folded in that white embraceI
And chill But never yet would pilot steerZ
Into the fog that wrapped it round for fearZ
Of running blindfold in that sightless mistA
On sunken reefs whereof no mariner wistA
And so from all the world this happy isleA2
Lay hiddenB2
Thus the queen long since and whileA2
He marvelled if the mist before his kenC2
Could be the same she told of even thenC2
Hardly a furlong 'fore the pinnace' prowR
It lay and now 'twas hard at hand and nowR
The boat had swept into the folds of itA
But all that vision of white darkness litA
By the full splendour of the emerald stoneB
That from the forepart of the pinnace shoneB
Melted around her as in sunder cleftA
By that strong spirit of light and there was leftA
A wandering space behind her and beforeO
Of radiance roofed and walled with mist the floorO
A liquid pavement large And so she passedA
Through twilight immemorial and at lastA
Issued upon the other side where layQ
The land no mortal knew before that dayQ
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There wilding orchards faced the beach and bareP
All manner of delicious fruit and rareP
Such as in gardens of kings' palacesI
Trembles upon the sultry scented treesI
The soul of many sunbeams at its coreO
Well pleased the wanderer landed on this shoreO
Beholding all its pleasantness how sweetA
And soft to the tired soul to the tired feetA
And so he sat him down beneath the boughsI
And there a low wind seemed to drone and drowseI
Among the leaves as it were gone astrayQ
And like to faint forwearied by the wayQ
Till the persistence of the sound begatA
An heaviness within him as he satA
So when Sleep chanced to come that way he foundA
A captive not unwilling to be boundA
And on his body those fine fetters putA
Wherewith he bindeth mortals hand and footA
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When the tired sleeper oped again his eyesI
'Twas early morn and he beheld the skiesI
Glowing from those deep hours of rest and dewJ
Wherein all creatures do themselves renewJ
The laughing leaves blink'd in the sun throughoutA
Those dewy realms of orchard thereaboutA
But green fields lay beyond and farther stillD2
Betwixt them and the sun a great high hillD2
Kept these in shadow and the brighter madeA
The fruitlands look for all that neighbouring shadeA
And he the solE2

William Watson



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