As in instrumental music, so in poetry: lesser details of pleasure-giving change with the centuries, but the aesthetic sense, and even the general methods by which it is addressed, remain the same. So, for twelve hundred years, the Englishspeaking world has been made better and more beautiful by the manifold service of rhyme. APPENDIX EXPERIMENTS IN RHYME 1 AMONG the many examples of rhyme-arrangement in stanzas considered in the present study, I have found none in which (1) only the first syllables of the lines rhyme; (2) only the middle syllables; (3) rhymes run down through the first and middle syllables, as well as the final; (4) the first and last syllables of the lines rhyme. For lack of illustrations of the effect of such arrangements I have made a few verses of my own, which the reader will please consider experiments, not poems. The first, if read aloud, will probably leave on the hearer's ear an effect scarcely different from blank verse: LOON LAKE All the children of the northern wood Mark you that clear cry a mile away? Who would not be glad on such a day? Spot that never knew the thought of woe. Mark you that clear cry a mile away? 1 See p. 73. In the second, the rhymes at the strong caesural pauses are obvious enough, but the remainders of the lines seem like rather abrupt prose: BOOKS IN THE DARK I sit amid my books, as twilight deepens fast; I know them by their looks, though now I cannot see That worn and rusty calf, how well I still recall The dollar and a half it cost a Freshman's purse! 'T was thirty years last June, but Shakespeare's woodnotes wild Lose something of their tune in any book but that. My Kelmscott Chaucer, bound by Cobden-Sanderson, It was my noontide friend, you see, in schoolboy days, And now the room is dark, save for a little glow Yet very well I know, my thousand shelf-ranged friends, You've lived with me so much that if, when eyesight fails, I greet you by the touch you all will understand! In the third, the ear catches both the internal- and the endrhymes, and may or may not perceive the rhyming of the first syllables: NE PLUS ULTRA Under the slope at the top of the hill, When on the height the whole view is revealed, In the fourth, I have found the result the most doubtful of all, some intelligent listeners failing to catch any rhyme, while others have perceived it here and there, but without system. The four illustrations perhaps sufficiently show why none of the arrangements has ever approved itself to the poets: THE FLOWER OF TIME Primal chaos, ere the dawn of time, Heaven and earth divided, and the seven When the grass and flowers were growing, then Last of all, beneath the forest vast, So the years of life began to flow, Years of love and hate, of hopes and fears, All the human happenings that fall, Peace and war, and birth, and death's release. Yet for one thing, one, earth waited, set Flower that bloomed in time's last radiant hour, |