While The Musician Played
James Whitcomb Riley 1849 (Greenfield) – 1916 (Indianapolis)
O it was but a dream I had
While the musician played!--
And here the sky, and here the glad
Old ocean kissed the glade--
And here the laughing ripples ran,
And here the roses grew
That threw a kiss to every man
That voyaged with the crew.
Our silken sails in lazy folds
Drooped in the breathless breeze:
As o'er a field of marigolds
Our eyes swam o'er the seas;
While here the eddies lisped and purled
Around the island's rim,
And up from out the underworld
We saw the mermen swim.
And it was dawn and middle-day
And midnight--for the moon
On silver rounds across the bay
Had climbed the skies of June--
And there the glowing, glorious king
Of day ruled o'er his realm,
With stars of midnight glittering
About his diadem.
The seagull reeled on languid wing
In circles round the mast,
We heard the songs the sirens sing
As we went sailing past;
And up and down the golden sands
A thousand fairy throngs
Flung at us from their flashing hands
The echoes of their songs.
O it was but a dream I had
While the musician played--
For here the sky, and here the glad
Old ocean kissed the glade;
And here the laughing ripples ran,
And here the roses grew
That threw a kiss to every man
That voyaged with the crew.
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 08, 2023
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Scheme | ABaBCDCD efefagxg hihijxjx jkjklmlm ABaBCDCD |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,172 |
Words | 232 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 |
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