This is quite a difficult poem to process, in the rhyming sense...
Quote:
Originally Posted by BadNick
"With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh,"
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;
Some lying fast at anchor in the road,
Some veering up and down, one knew not why.
A goodly vessel did I then espy
Come like a giant from a haven broad;
And lustily along the bay she strode,
Her tackling rich, and of apparel high.
The ship was nought to me, nor I to her,
Yet I pursued her with a lover's look;
This ship to all the rest did I prefer:
When will she turn, and whither? She will brook
No tarrying; where she comes the winds must stir:
On went she, and due north her journey took.
William Wordsworth
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It seems to go
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Ah, now that I map it out, it makes a tad more sense in the rhythm and time.
(fun fact: most poems that employ an elementary rhyming scheme attached to its structure, if spoken aloud by thine, ends up being read to the tune of
Gilligan's Island. I'm not sure when exactly I lost my way into reading poetry the way it was intended, but if it has a similar, or even a totally different order to its verse of rhyme, I usually try to make it fit to the tv show's tune first, and then I shake my head, because I can't escape from this isle of monotonous speech patterns. It's embedded.)