Hymn To Proserpine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIJCC KKLLFFMJNNGGOPFFGGAA QQHHAAAARRNNAAGGOPJJ SSIIHHAANNAAAAAATTUU VVWWSSXXYYAAZZAAAAA2 A2B2B2FFC2C2D2D2BBI have lived long enough having seen one thing that love hath an end | A |
Goddess and maiden and queen be near me now and befriend | A |
Thou art more than the day or the morrow the seasons that laugh or that weep | B |
For these give joy and sorrow but thou Proserpina sleep | B |
Sweet is the treading of wine and sweet the feet of the dove | C |
But a goodlier gift is thine than foam of the grapes or love | C |
Yea is not even Apollo with hair and harpstring of gold | D |
A bitter God to follow a beautiful God to behold | D |
I am sick of singing the bays burn deep and chafe I am fain | E |
To rest a little from praise and grievous pleasure and pain | E |
For the Gods we know not of who give us our daily breath | F |
We know they are cruel as love or life and lovely as death | F |
O Gods dethroned and deceased cast forth wiped out in a day | G |
From your wrath is the world released redeemed from your chains men say | G |
New Gods are crowned in the city their flowers have broken your rods | H |
They are merciful clothed with pity the young compassionate Gods | H |
But for me their new device is barren the days are bare | I |
Things long past over suffice and men forgotten that were | J |
Time and the Gods are at strife ye dwell in the midst thereof | C |
Draining a little life from the barren breasts of love | C |
I say to you cease take rest yea I say to you all be at peace | K |
Till the bitter milk of her breast and the barren bosom shall cease | K |
Wilt thou yet take all Galilean but these thou shalt not take | L |
The laurel the palms and the p an the breasts of the nymphs in the brake | L |
Breasts more soft than a dove's that tremble with tenderer breath | F |
And all the wings of the Loves and all the joy before death | F |
All the feet of the hours that sound as a single lyre | M |
Dropped and deep in the flowers with strings that flicker like fire | J |
More than these wilt thou give things fairer than all these things | N |
Nay for a little we live and life hath mutable wings | N |
A little while and we die shall life not thrive as it may | G |
For no man under the sky lives twice outliving his day | G |
And grief is a grievous thing and a man hath enough of his tears | O |
Why should he labour and bring fresh grief to blacken his years | P |
Thou hast conquered O pale Galilean the world has grown grey from thy breath | F |
We have drunken of things Lethean and fed on the fullness of death | F |
Laurel is green for a season and love is sweet for a day | G |
But love grows bitter with treason and laurel outlives not May | G |
Sleep shall we sleep after all for the world is not sweet in the end | A |
For the old faiths loosen and fall the new years ruin and rend | A |
Fate is a sea without shore and the soul is a rock that abides | Q |
But her ears are vexed with the roar and her face with the foam of the tides | Q |
O lips that the live blood faints in the leavings of racks and rods | H |
O ghastly glories of saints dead limbs of gibbeted Gods | H |
Though all men abase them before you in spirit and all knees bend | A |
I kneel not neither adore you but standing look to the end | A |
All delicate days and pleasant all spirits and sorrows are cast | A |
Far out with the foam of the present that sweeps to the surf of the past | A |
Where beyond the extreme sea wall and between the remote sea gates | R |
Waste water washes and tall ships founder and deep death waits | R |
Where mighty with deepening sides clad about with the seas as with wings | N |
And impelled of invisible tides and fulfilled of unspeakable things | N |
White eyed and poisonous finned shark toothed and serpentine curled | A |
Rolls under the whitening wind of the future the wave of the world | A |
The depths stand naked in sunder behind it the storms flee away | G |
In the hollow before it the thunder is taken and snared as a prey | G |
In its sides is the north wind bound and its salt is of all men's tears | O |
With light of ruin and sound of changes and pulse of years | P |
With travail of day after day and with trouble of hour upon hour | J |
And bitter as blood is the spray and the crests are as fangs that devour | J |
And its vapour and storm of its steam as the sighing of spirits to be | S |
And its noise as the noise in a dream and its depth as the roots of the sea | S |
And the height of its heads as the height of the utmost stars of the air | I |
And the ends of the earth at the might thereof tremble and time is made bare | I |
Will ye bridle the deep sea with reins will ye chasten the high sea with rods | H |
Will ye take her to chain her with chains who is older than all ye Gods | H |
All ye as a wind shall go by as a fire shall ye pass and be past | A |
Ye are Gods and behold ye shall die and the waves be upon you at last | A |
In the darkness of time in the deeps of the years in the changes of things | N |
Ye shall sleep as a slain man sleeps and the world shall forget you for kings | N |
Though the feet of thine high priests tread where thy lords and our forefathers trod | A |
Though these that were Gods are dead and thou being dead art a God | A |
Though before thee the throned Cytherean be fallen and hidden her head | A |
Yet thy kingdom shall pass Galilean thy dead shall go down to thee dead | A |
Of the maiden thy mother men sing as a goddess with grace clad around | A |
Thou art throned where another was king where another was queen she is crowned | A |
Yea once we had sight of another but now she is queen say these | T |
Not as thine not as thine was our mother a blossom of flowering seas | T |
Clothed round with the world's desire as with raiment and fair as the foam | U |
And fleeter than kindled fire and a goddess and mother of Rome | U |
For thine came pale and a maiden and sister to sorrow but ours | V |
Her deep hair heavily laden with odour and colour of flowers | V |
White rose of the rose white water a silver splendour a flame | W |
Bent down unto us that besought her and earth grew sweet with her name | W |
For thine came weeping a slave among slaves and rejected but she | S |
Came flushed from the full flushed wave and imperial her foot on the sea | S |
And the wonderful waters knew her the winds and the viewless ways | X |
And the roses grew rosier and bluer the sea blue stream of the bays | X |
Ye are fallen our lords by what token we wise that ye should not fall | Y |
Ye were all so fair that are broken and one more fair than ye all | Y |
But I turn to her still having seen she shall surely abide in the end | A |
Goddess and maiden and queen be near me now and befriend | A |
O daughter of earth of my mother her crown and blossom of birth | Z |
I am also I also thy brother I go as I came unto earth | Z |
In the night where thine eyes are as moons are in heaven the night where thou art | A |
Where the silence is more than all tunes where sleep overflows from the heart | A |
Where the poppies are sweet as the rose in our world and the red rose is white | A |
And the wind falls faint as it blows with the fume of the flowers of the night | A |
And the murmur of spirits that sleep in the shadow of Gods from afar | A2 |
Grows dim in thine ears and deep as the deep dim soul of a star | A2 |
In the sweet low light of thy face under heavens untrod by the sun | B2 |
Let my soul with their souls find place and forget what is done and undone | B2 |
Thou art more than the Gods who number the days of our temporal breath | F |
Let these give labour and slumber but thou Proserpina death | F |
Therefore now at thy feet I abide for a season in silence I know | C2 |
I shall die as my fathers died and sleep as they sleep even so | C2 |
For the glass of the years is brittle wherein we gaze for a span | D2 |
A little soul for a little bears up this corpse which is man | D2 |
So long I endure no longer and laugh not again neither weep | B |
For there is no God found stronger than death and death is a sleep | B |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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