A Nympholept Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Summer and noon and a splendour of silence feltA
Seen and heard of the spirit within the senseB
Soft through the frondage the shades of the sunbeams meltA
Sharp through the foliage the shafts of them keen and denseB
Cleave as discharged from the string of the God's bow tenseB
As a war steed's girth and bright as a warrior's beltA
Ah why should an hour that is heaven for an hour pass henceB
I dare not sleep for delight of the perfect hourC
Lest God be wroth that his gift should be scorned of manD
The face of the warm bright world is the face of a flowerC
The word of the wind and the leaves that the light winds fanD
As the word that quickened at first into flame and ranD
Creative and subtle and fierce with invasive powerC
Through darkness and cloud from the breath of the one God PanD
The perfume of earth possessed by the sun pervadesE
The chaster air that he soothes but with sense of sleepF
Soft imminent strong as desire that prevails and fadesE
The passing noon that beholds not a cloudlet weepF
Imbues and impregnates life with delight more deepF
Than dawn or sunset or moonrise on lawns or gladesE
Can shed from the skies that receive it and may not keepF
The skies may hold not the splendour of sundown fastG
It wanes into twilight as dawn dies down into dayH
And the moon triumphant when twilight is overpastH
Takes pride but awhile in the hours of her stately swayH
But the might of the noon though the light of it pass awayH
Leaves earth fulfilled of desires and of dreams that lastH
But if any there be that hath sense of them none can sayH
For if any there be that hath sight of them sense or trustH
Made strong by the might of a vision the strength of a dreamI
His lips shall straiten and close as a dead man's mustH
His heart shall be sealed as the voice of a frost bound streamI
For the deep mid mystery of light and of heat that seemI
To clasp and pierce dark earth and enkindle dustH
Shall a man's faith say what it is or a man's guess deemI
Sleep lies not heavier on eyes that have watched all nightH
Than hangs the heat of the noon on the hills and treesJ
Why now should the haze not open and yield to sightH
A fairer secret than hope or than slumber seesJ
I seek not heaven with submission of lips and kneesJ
With worship and prayer for a sign till it leap to lightH
I gaze on the gods about me and call on theseJ
I call on the gods hard by the divine dim powersK
Whose likeness is here at hand in the breathless airL
In the pulseless peace of the fervid and silent flowersK
In the faint sweet speech of the waters that whisper thereL
Ah what should darkness do in a world so fairL
The bent grass heaves not the couch grass quails not or cowersK
The wind's kiss frets not the rowan's or aspen's hairL
But the silence trembles with passion of sound suppressedH
And the twilight quivers and yearns to the sunward wrungM
With love as with pain and the wide wood's motionless breastH
Is thrilled with a dumb desire that would fain find tongueM
And palpitates tongueless as she whom a man snake stungM
Whose heart now heaves in the nightingale never at restH
Nor satiated ever with song till her last be sungM
Is it rapture or terror that circles me round and invadesK
Each vein of my life with hope if it be not fearN
Each pulse that awakens my blood into rapture fadesK
Each pulse that subsides into dread of a strange thing nearN
Requickens with sense of a terror less dread than dearN
Is peace not one with light in the deep green gladesK
Where summer at noonday slumbers Is peace not hereO
The tall thin stems of the firs and the roof sublimeP
That screens from the sun the floor of the steep still woodH
Deep silent splendid and perfect and calm as timeP
Stand fast as ever in sight of the night they stoodH
When night gave all that moonlight and dewfall couldH
The dense ferns deepen the moss glows warm as the thymeP
The wild heath quivers about me the world is goodH
Is it Pan's breath fierce in the tremulous maidenhairO
That bids fear creep as a snake through the woodlands feltH
In the leaves that it stirs not yet in the mute bright airO
In the stress of the sun For here has the great God dweltH
For hence were the shafts of his love or his anger dealtH
For here has his wrath been fierce as his love was fairO
When each was as fire to the darkness its breath bade meltH
Is it love is it dread that enkindles the trembling noonQ
That yearns reluctant in rapture that fear has fedH
As man for woman as woman for man Full soonQ
If I live and the life that may look on him drop not deadH
Shall the ear that hears not a leaf quake hear his treadH
The sense that knows not the sound of the deep day's tuneQ
Receive the God be it love that he brings or dreadH
The naked noon is upon me the fierce dumb spellR
The fearful charm of the strong sun's imminent mightH
Unmerciful steadfast deeper than seas that swellR
Pervades invades appals me with loveless lightH
With harsher awe than breathes in the breath of nightH
Have mercy God who art all For I know thee wellR
How sharp is thine eye to lighten thine hand to smiteH
The whole wood feels thee the whole air fears thee but fearO
So deep so dim so sacred is wellnigh sweetH
For the light that hangs and broods on the woodlands hereO
Intense invasive intolerant imperious and meetH
To lighten the works of thine hands and the ways of thy feetH
Is hot with the fire of the breath of thy life and dearO
As hope that shrivels or shrinks not for frost or heatH
Thee thee the supreme dim godhead approved afarO
Perceived of the soul and conceived of the sense of manD
We scarce dare love and we dare not fear the starO
We call the sun that lit us when life beganD
To brood on the world that is thine by his grace for a spanD
Conceals and reveals in the semblance of things that areO
Thine immanent presence the pulse of thy heart's life PanD
The fierce mid noon that wakens and warms the snakeS
Conceals thy mercy reveals thy wrath and againT
The dew bright hour that assuages the twilight brakeS
Conceals thy wrath and reveals thy mercy thenT
Thou art fearful only for evil souls of menT
That feel with nightfall the serpent within them wakeS
And hate the holy darkness on glade and glenT
Yea then we know not and dream not if ill things beU
Or if aught of the work of the wrong of the world be thineV
We hear not the footfall of terror that treads the seaU
We hear not the moan of winds that assail the pineV
We see not if shipwreck reign in the storm's dim shrineV
If death do service and doom bear witness to theeU
We see not know not if blood for thy lips be wineV
But in all things evil and fearful that fear may scanD
As in all things good as in all things fair that fallW
We know thee present and latent the lord of manD
In the murmuring of doves in the clamouring of winds that callW
And wolves that howl for their prey in the midnight's pallX
In the naked and nymph like feet of the dawn O PanD
And in each life living O thou the God who art allW
Smiling and singing wailing and wringing of handsK
Laughing and weeping watching and sleeping stillY
Proclaim but and prove but thee as the shifted sandsK
Speak forth and show but the strength of the sea's wild willY
That sifts and grinds them as grain in the storm wind's millY
In thee is the doom that falls and the doom that standsK
The tempests utter thy word and the stars fulfilY
Where Etna shudders with passion and pain volcanicZ
That rend her heart as with anguish that rends a man'sK
Where Typho labours and finds not his thews TitanicZ
In breathless torment that ever the flame's breath fansK
Men felt and feared thee of old whose pastoral clansK
Were given to the charge of thy keeping and soundless panicZ
Held fast the woodland whose depths and whose heights were Pan'sK
And here though fear be less than delight and aweA2
Be one with desire and with worship of earth and theeU
So mild seems now thy secret and speechless lawY
So fair and fearless and faithful and godlike sheU
So soft the spell of thy whisper on stream and seaU
Yet man should fear lest he see what of old men sawY
And withered yet shall I quail if thy breath smite meU
Lord God of life and of light and of all things fairO
Lord God of ravin and ruin and all things dimB2
Death seals up life and darkness the sunbright airO
And the stars that watch blind earth in the deep night swimB2
Laugh saying What God is your God that ye call on himB2
What is man that the God who is guide of our way should careO
If day for a man be golden or night be grimB2
But thou dost thou hear Stars too but abide for a spanD
Gods too but endure for a season but thou if thou beU
God more than shadows conceived and adored of manD
Kind Gods and fierce that bound him or made him freeU
The skies that scorn us are less in thy sight than weU
Whose souls have strength to conceive and perceive thee PanD
With sense more subtle than senses that hear and seeU
Yet may not it say though it seek thee and think to findH
One soul of sense in the fire and the frost bound clodH
What heart is this what spirit alive or blindH
That moves thee only we know that the ways we trodH
We tread with hands unguided with feet unshodH
With eyes unlightened and yet if with steadfast mindH
Perchance may we find thee and know thee at last for GodH
Yet then should God be dark as the dawn is brightH
And bright as the night is dark on the world no moreO
Light slays not darkness and darkness absorbs not lightH
And the labour of evil and good from the years of yoreO
Is even as the labour of waves on a sunless shoreO
And he who is first and last who is depth and heightH
Keeps silence now as the sun when the woods wax hoarO
The dark dumb godhead innate in the fair world's lifeC2
Imbues the rapture of dawn and of noon with dreadH
Infects the peace of the star shod night with strifeC2
Informs with terror the sorrow that guards the deadH
No service of bended knee or of humbled headH
May soothe or subdue the God who has change to wifeC2
And life with death is as morning with evening wedH
And yet if the light and the life in the light that hereO
Seem soft and splendid and fervid as sleep may seemI
Be more than the shine of a smile or the flash of a tearO
Sleep change and death are less than a spell struck dreamI
And fear than the fall of a leaf on a starlit streamI
And yet if the hope that hath said it absorb not fearO
What helps it man that the stars and the waters gleamI
What helps it man that the noon be indeed intenseK
The night be indeed worth worship Fear and painD2
Were lords and masters yet of the secret senseK
Which now dares deem not that light is as darkness fainD2
Though dark dreams be to declare it crying in vainD2
For whence thou God of the light and the darkness whenceK
Dawns now this vision that bids not the sunbeams waneD2
What light what shadow diviner than dawn or nightH
Draws near makes pause and again or I dream draws nearO
More soft than shadow more strong than the strong sun's lightH
More pure than moonbeams yea but the rays run sheerO
As fire from the sun through the dusk of the pinewood clearO
And constant yea but the shadow itself is brightH
That the light clothes round with love that is one with fearO
Above and behind it the noon and the woodland lieY
Terrible radiant with mystery superb and subduedH
Triumphant in silence and hardly the sacred skyY
Seems free from the tyrannous weight of the dumb fierce moodH
Which rules as with fire and invasion of beams that broodH
The breathless rapture of earth till its hour pass byY
And leave her spirit released and her peace renewedH
I sleep not never in sleep has a man beholdenE2
This From the shadow that trembles and yearns with lightH
Suppressed and elate and reluctant obscure and goldenE2
As water kindled with presage of dawn or nightH
A form a face a wonder to sense and sightH
Grows great as the moon through the month and her eyes emboldenE2
Fear till it change to desire and desire to delightH
I sleep not sleep would die of a dream so strangeF2
A dream so sweet would die as a rainbow diesK
As a sunbow laughs and is lost on the waves that rangeF2
And reck not of light that flickers or spray that fliesK
But the sun withdraws not the woodland shrinks not or sighsK
No sweet thing sickens with sense or with fear of changeF2
Light wounds not darkness blinds not my steadfast eyesK
Only the soul in my sense that receives the soulY
Whence now my spirit is kindled with breathless blissK
Knows well if the light that wounds it with love makes wholeY
If hopes that carol be louder than fears that hissK
If truth be spoken of flowers and of waves that kissK
Of clouds and stars that contend for a sunbright goalY
And yet may I dream that I dream not indeed of thisK
An earth born dreamer constrained by the bonds of birthG2
Held fast by the flesh compelled by his veins that beatH
And kindle to rapture or wrath to desire or to mirthG2
May hear not surely the fall of immortal feetH
May feel not surely if heaven upon earth be sweetH
And here is my sense fulfilled of the joys of earthG2
Light silence bloom shade murmur of leaves that meetH
Bloom fervour and perfume of grasses and flowers aglowY
Breathe and brighten about me the darkness gleamsK
The sweet light shivers and laughs on the slopes belowY
Made soft by leaves that lighten and change like dreamsK
The silence thrills with the whisper of secret streamsK
That well from the heart of the woodland these I knowY
Earth bore them heaven sustained them with showers and beamsK
I lean my face to the heather and drink the sunE2
Whose flame lit odour satiates the flowers mine eyesK
Close and the goal of delight and of life is oneE2
No more I crave of earth or her kindred skiesK
No more But the joy that springs from them smiles and fliesK
The sweet work wrought of them surely the good work doneE2
If the mind and the face of the season be loveless diesK
Thee therefore thee would I come to cleave to clingH2
If haply thy heart be kind and thy gifts be goodH
Unknown sweet spirit whose vesture is soft in springH2
In summer splendid in autumn pale as the woodH
That shudders and wanes and shrinks as a shamed thing shouldH
In winter bright as the mail of a war worn kingH2
Who stands where foes fled far from the face of him stoodH
My spirit or thine is it breath of thy life or of mineV
Which fills my sense with a rapture that casts out fearO
Pan's dim frown wanes and his wild eyes brighten as thineV
Transformed as night or as day by the kindling yearO
Earth born or mine eye were withered that sees mine earO
That hears were stricken to death by the sense divineV
Earth born I know thee but heaven is about me hereO
The terror that whispers in darkness and flames in lightH
The doubt that speaks in the silence of earth and seaU
The sense more fearful at noon than in midmost nightH
Of wrath scarce hushed and of imminent ill to beU
Where are they Heaven is as earth and as heaven to meU
Earth for the shadows that sundered them here take flightH
And nought is all as am I but a dream of theeU

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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