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

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A fearful and a lovely thing is SleepA
And mighty store of secrets hath in keepA
And those there were of old who well could guessB
What meant his fearfulness and lovelinessB
And all his many shapes of life and deathC
And all the secret things he utterethC
But Wisdom lacketh sons like those that wereD
And Sleep hath never an interpreterD
So there be none that know to read arightE
The riddles he propoundeth every nightE
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And verily of all the wondrous thingsB
By potence wrought of mortal visioningsB
In that dark house whereof Sleep hath the keysB
Of suchlike miracles and mysteriesB
Not least meseems is this among them allF
That one in dream enamoured should fallF
And ever afterward in waking thoughtE
Worship the phantom which the dream hath broughtE
Howbeit such things have been and in such wiseB
Did that king's son behold with mortal eyesB
A more than mortal loveliness and thusB
Was stricken through with love miraculousB
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For evermore thereafter he did seemG
To see that royal maiden of his dreamG
Unto her palace riding sovranlyF
And much he marvelled where that land might beH
That basking lay beneath her beauty's beamsB
Well knowing in his heart that suchlike dreamsB
Come not in idleness but evermoreI
Are Fate's veiled heralds that do fly beforeI
Their mighty master as he journeyethC
And sing strange songs of life and love and deathC
And so he did scarce aught but dream all dayE
Of that far land revealed of sleep that layE
He knew not where and musing more and moreI
On her the mistress of that unknown shoreI
There fell a sadness on him thus to beH
Vext with desire of her he might not seeH
Yet could not choose but long for till erewhileE
Nor man nor woman might behold the smileE
Make sudden morning of his countenanceB
But likest one he seemed half sunk in tranceB
That wanders groping in a shadowy landE
Hearing strange things that none can understandE
Now after many days and nights had passedE
The queen his mother well beloved at lastE
Being sad at heart because his heart was sadE
Would e'en be told what hidden cause he hadE
To be cast down in so mysterious wiseB
And he beholding by her tearful eyesB
How of his grief she was compassionateE
No more a secret made thereof but straightE
Discovered to her all about his dreamG
The mystic happy marvel of the streamG
A fountain running Youth to all the landE
Flowing with deep dim woods on either handE
Where through the boughs did birds of strange song flitE
And all beside the bloomy banks of itE
The city with its towers and domes far seenJ
And then he told her how that city's queenJ
Did pass before him like a breathing flowerD
That he had loved her image from that hourD
'And sure am I ' upspake the Prince at lastE
'That somewhere in this world so wide and vastE
Lieth the land mine eyes have inly seenJ
Perhaps in very truth my spirit hath beenK
Translated thither and in very truthC
Hath seen the brightness of that city of youthC
Who knows for I have heard a wise man sayE
How that in sleep the souls of mortals mayE
At certain seasons which the stars decreeH
From bondage of the body be set freeH
To visit farthest countries and be borneL
Back to their fleshly houses ere the morn '-
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At this the good queen greatly marvellingM
Made haste to tell the story to the kingM
Who hearing laughed her tale to scorn But whenN
Weeks followed one another and all menN
About his person had begun to sayE
'What ails our Prince He groweth day by dayE
Less like the Prince we knew wan cheeks and eyesB
Hollow for lack of sleep and secret sighsB
Some hidden grief the youth must surely have '-
Then like his queen the king himself wox graveO
And thus it chanced one summer eventideE
They sitting in an arbour side by sideE
All unawares the Pince passed by that wayE
And as he passed unmark'd of either theyE
Nought heeding but their own discourse could hearP
Amidst thereof his own name uttered clearQ
And straight was 'ware it was the queen who spakeM
And spake of him whereat the king 'gan makeM
Answer in this wise somewhat angerlyE
'The youth is crazed and but one remedyE
Know I to cure such madness he shall wedE
Some princess ere another day be spedE
Myself will bid this dreamer go prepareR
To take whom I shall choose to wife some fairR
And highborn maiden worthy to be queenJ
Hereafter ' So the Prince albeit unseenJ
Heard and his soul rebelled against the thingM
His sire had willed and slowly wanderingM
About the darkling pleasance all amidE
A maze of intertangled walks or hidE
In cedarn glooms or where mysterious bowersB
Were heavy with the breath of drows d flowersB
Something he knew not what within his heartE
Rose like a faint heard voice and said 'DepartE
From hence and follow where thy dream shall lead '-
And fain would he have followed it indeedE
But wist not whither it would have him goM
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Howbeit while yet he wandered to and froM
Among his thoughts a chance remembrance leaptE
All sudden like a seed that long hath sleptE
In earth upspringing as a flower at lastE
When he that sowed forgetteth where 'twas castE
A chance remembrance of the tales men toldE
Concerning one whose wisdom manifoldE
Made all the world to wonder and revereQ
A mighty mage and learn'd astrologerD
Who dwelt in honour at a great king's courtE
In a far country whither did resortE
Pilgrims innumerable from many landsB
Who crossed the wide seas and the desert sandsB
To learn of him the occult significanceB
Of some perplexing omen or perchanceB
To hear forewhisperings of their destinyE
And know what things in aftertime should beE
'Now surely ' thought the Prince 'this subtile seerP
To whom the darkest things belike are clearQ
Could read the riddle of my dream and tellE
Where lieth that strange land delectableE
Wherein mine empress hath her dwelling placeB
So might I look at last upon her faceB
And make an end of all these weary sighsB
And melt into the shadow of her eyes '-
Thus musing for a little space he stoodE
As holden to the spot and evil goodE
Life death and earth beneath and heaven aboveS
Shrank up to less than shadows only LoveS
With harpings of an hundred harps unseenJ
Filled all the emptiness where these had beenK
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But soon like one that hath a sudden thoughtE
He lifted up his eyes and turning soughtE
The halls once more where he was bred and passedE
Through court and corridor and reached at lastE
His chamber in a world of glimmer and gloomT
Here while the moonrays filled the wide rich roomT
The Prince in haste put off his courtly dressB
For raiment of a lesser sumptuousnessB
A sober habit such as might disguiseB
His royal rank in any stranger's eyesB
And taking in his hand three gems that madeE
Three several splendours in the moonlight laidE
These in his bosom where no eye might seeB
The triple radiance then all noiselesslyE
Down the wide stair from creaking floor to floorI
Passed and went out from the great palace doorI
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Crossing the spacious breadth of garden groundE
Wherein his footfalls were the only soundE
Save the wind's wooing of the tremulous treesB
Forth of that region of imperial easeB
He fared amid the doubtful shadows dimU
No eye in all the place beholding himU
No eye save only of the warders whoV
Opened the gates that he might pass therethroughI
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And now to the safe keeping of the nightE
Intrusted he the knowledge of his flightE
And quitting all the purlieus of the courtE
Out from the city by a secret portE
Went and along the moonlit highway spedE
And himself spake unto himself and saidE
Heard only of the silence in his heartE
'Tarry thou here no longer but departE
Unto the land of the Great Mage and seekM
The Mage and whatsoever he shall speakM
Give ear to that he saith and reverent heedE
And wheresoever he may bid thee speedE
Thitherward thou shalt set thy face and goM
For surely one of so great lore must knowM
Where lies the land thou sawest in thy dreamG
Nay if he kE

William Watson



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