The Princes Quest - Part The Sixth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Even as one voice the great sea sang From outA
The green heart of the waters round aboutA
Welled as a bubbling fountain silverlyB
The overflowing song of the great seaC
Until the Prince by dint of listening longD
Divined the purport of that mystic songD
For so do all things breathe articulate breathE
Into his ears who rightly harkenethE
And if indeed he heard that harmonyC
Aright in this wise came the song of the seaC
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'Behold all ye that stricken of love do lieB
Wherefore in manacles of a maiden's eyeB
Lead ye the life of bondmen and of slavesF
Lo in the caverns and the depths of MeC
A thousand mermaids dwell beneath the wavesF
A thousand maidens meet for love have IB
Ev'n I the virgin hearted cold chaste seaC
Behold all ye that weary of life do lieB
There is no rest at all beneath the skyB
Save in the nethermost deepness of the deepG
Only the silence and the midst of MeC
Can still the sleepless soul that fain would sleepG
For such a cool death and a sweet have IB
Ev'n I the crystal hearted cool sweet seaC
Behold all ye that in my lap do lieB
To love is sweet and sweeter still to dieB
And woe to him that laugheth me to scornH
Lo in a little while the anger of MeC
Shall make him mourn the day that he was bornH
For in mine hour of wrath no ruth have IB
Ev'n I the tempest hearted pitiless sea '-
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So sang the waters if indeed 'twere theyE
That sang unto the Prince's ears that dayE
Since in the ship was not a soul besidesI
Could hear that burden of the voiceful tidesI
For when he told the sailors of this thingJ
And ev'n what words the waters seemed to singJ
They stared astonishment and some that hadK
More churlish souls than others held him madK
And laughed before his face outright But whenL
The captain heard the gossip of his menL
Touching this marvel the strange news begotM
No merry mood in him who wist not whatN
Should be the meaning of the miracleB
Nor whether 'twere an omen good or illB
Wherefore the old seafarer having heardO
The tale retold with many an afterwordO
The mariners' own most fruitful wit suppliedO
To grace the telling took the Prince asideO
And ask'd him sundry questions privilyB
Concerning this same singing of the seaC
So the Prince told him all there was to tellB
And when that he had heard the old man fellB
To meditating much and shook his headO
As one exceeding ill at ease and saidO
'I doubt the singing thou hast heard was noP
Voice of the waters billowing belowP
But rather of some evil spirit nearQ
Who sought with singing to beguile thine earR
Spreading a snare to catch the soul of theeC
In meshes of entangling melodyC
Which taketh captive the weak minds of menL
Therefore if thou should'st hear the sound againL
Look thou content thee not with hearkeningJ
But cast thine eyes around and mark what thingJ
Thou se st and let no man know but me '-
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So spake the white haired wanderer of the seaC
And on the morrow when the sealine grewS
O'erhazed with visible heat and no wind blewS
And the half stifled morning dropt aswoonL
Into the panting bosom of the noonL
There came into the Prince's ears anewL
The song that yestermorn had hearkened toL
And lifting up his eyes in hope to seeC
What lips they were that made such melodyC
And filled him with the fulness of their soundO
He saw the sun at highest of his roundO
Show as a shield with one dark bloodstain blurredO
By reason of the body of some great birdO
Like to an eagle with wide wings outspreadO
Athwart the sunfire hovering duskly redO
So to the master of the ship he toldO
What he had witnessed bidding him beholdO
The marvel with his own eyes if he wouldO
Who though he strained his vision all he couldO
Yet might not once endure to look the sunL
I' the face and calling to him one by oneL
The whole ship's crew he bade each mariner lookJ
Sunward who could but no man's eyes might brookJ
The glare upon them of the noontide raysT
And lidless fervour of that golden gazeT
So none of them beheld the bodeful birdO
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Then said the greybeard captain hardly heardO
Amid the babble of voices great and smallB
'The bird thou se st is no bird at allB
But some unholy spirit in guise of oneL
And I do fear that we are all undoneL
If any amongst us hearken to its voiceU
For of its mouth I doubt not was the noiseV
Thou heardest as of dulcet carollingJ
When at thine ear the waters seemed to sing '-
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And truly many a wiser man than heC
Herein had farther strayed from verityC
For that great bird that seemed to fan the sun'sW
Face with its wings was even the same as onceX
Flew screaming westward o'er the Prince's headO
Beguiling him to follow where it fledO
And bird it was not but a spirit of illB
Man hating and of mankind hated stillB
And slave to one yet mightier demon spriteO
Whose dwelling is the shadow of the nightO
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So the days passed and always on the nextO
The bird sprite like a baleful vision vexedO
The happy hearted sunlight and each timeY
Its false sweet song was wedded to the rhymeY
And chime of wind and wave although it droppedO
As honey changed to music the Prince stoppedO
His ears and would not hear and so the SpriteO
Seeing his charm d songcraft of no mightO
Him to ensnare who hearkened not at allB
On the tenth day with dreadful noise let fallB
A tempest shaken from the wings of himZ
Whereat the eyes of heaven wox thunderous dimZ
Till the day darkness blinded them and fellB
Holding the world in night unseasonableB
And from his beak d mouth the demon blewB
A breath as of a hundred winds and flewB
Downward aswoop upon the labouring barkJ
And covered of the blear untimely DarkJ
Clutch'd with his gripple claws the Prince his preyE
And backward through the tempest soared awayE
Bearing that royal burden and his eyesA2
Were wandering wells of lightning to the skiesA2
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Long time the Prince was held in swound and knewB
Nor outer world nor inner as they flewB
From darkness unto darkness till at lastO
The fierce flight over and his body castO
Somewhere alone in a strange place the lifeB2
Stirred in him faintly as at feeble strifeB2
With covetous Death for ownership of himZ
And 'fore his eyes the world began to swimZ
All vague and doubtful as a dream that liesA2
Folded within another petal wiseA2
And therewithal himself but half believedO
His own eyes' testimony and perceivedO
The things that were about him as who hearsC2
A distant music throbbing toward his earsD2
At noontide in a flowery hollow of JuneL
And listens till he knows not if the tuneL
And he be one or twain or near or farE2
But only feels that sound and perfume areE2
And tremulous light and leafy umbrage soP
The Prince beheld unknowing nor fain to knowP
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About him was a ruinous fair placeF2
Which Time who still delighteth to abaseF2
The highest and throw down what men do buildO
With splendid prideful barrenness had filledO
And dust of immemorial dreams and breathE
Of silence which is next of kin to deathE
A weedy wilderness it seemed that wasF2
In days forepast a garden but the grassF2
Grew now where once the flowers and hard byB
A many throated fountain had run dryB
Which erst all day a web of rainbows woveG2
Out of the body of the sun its loveH2
And but a furlong's space beyond there toweredO
In middest of that silent realm defloweredO
A palace builded of black marble whenceF2
The shadow of a swart magnificenceF2
Falling upon the outer space begotO
A dream of darkness when the night was notO
Which while the Prince beheld a wondermentO
Laid hold upon him that he rose and wentO
Toward the palace portico apaceF2
Thinking to read the riddle of the placeF2
And entering in for open was the doorI2
From hall to hall he passed from floor to floorI2
Through all the spacious house and saving whereJ2
The subtile spider had his darksome lairJ2
No living creature could he find in itO
Howbeit by certain writing that was writO
Upon the wall of one dark room and bareJ2
He guessed that some great sorcerer had thereJ2
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William Watson



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