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The Chambered Nautilus by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Analysis

"The Chambered Nautilus" is a poem written by Oliver Wendell Holmes. The poem is about a "chambered nautilus" which is a snail-like marine creature that, according to legend, can float. The inside of the shell has a look of pearl. The first stanza attempts to describe the creature. The second stanza states that a cracked shell was found on a beach. The next two stanzas speak of how much time and effort the creature put into creating the shell and what it's life was like and how it persued its own glory. The fifth stanza asks the reader what our goal is in life and tell us to persue it.

This poem is written as five stanzas with seven lines in each. It has the rhyme scheme of AABBBCC.

Poem

The Chambered Nautilus
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This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main,
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.

Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed,
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!

Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil;
Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft steps its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.

Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreath├Ęd horn!
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

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