The Dream By The Fountain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEF GHGI JKEK LMLM NONO APAP LBLB QRQR STTT LTLT CTCT CUCU VWVW LXLW AYAY CTCT ETET LZLZThought weary and sad I reclined by a fountain | A |
At the head of a white cedar shaded ravine | B |
And the breeze that fell over the high glooming mountain | A |
Sang a lullaby low as I gazed o er the scene | B |
Long I d reclined not till slumber came o er me | C |
Grateful as balm to a suffering child | D |
When a glorious maiden seemed standing before me | C |
With a lyre in her hand O so sounding and wild | D |
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Bright was her brow not the morning s brow brighter | E |
But her eyes were two midnights of passionate thought | F |
Light was her motion the breeze s not lighter | E |
And her looks were like sunshine and shadow in wrought | F |
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Never before did my bosom inherit | G |
Emotion so thrilling such exquisite awe | H |
Never such wonder exalted my spirit | G |
Before as did now through the vision I saw | I |
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Robed for the chase like a nymph of Diana | J |
Her ivory limbs were half given below | K |
Bare that the pure breath of heaven might fan her | E |
Bare was her bosom of roseate snow | K |
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Then lifting the lyre and with every feeling | L |
Sublimed as with love she awakened the strings | M |
And the while as it seemed into being came stealing | L |
The motion and light of angelical wings | M |
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Divine were the measure Each voice of the wold wood | N |
Seemed gathering power in their musical thrills | O |
The loud joy of streams in their strong mountain childhood | N |
The shouting of echoes that break from the hills | O |
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The moaning of trees all at midnight in motion | A |
When the breezes seem lost in the dark with a rare | P |
And sweet soaring spirit of human devotion | A |
All blended and woven together were there | P |
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Then she smiled with a look like the radiance of morning | L |
When flushing the crystal of heaven s serene | B |
Blent with that darkness of beauty adorning | L |
The world when the moon just arising is seen | B |
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And repressing it seemed many fonder suggestions | Q |
Calmly she spake I arose to my knees | R |
Expectantly glad while to quiet my questions | Q |
The wild warbled words that she uttered were these | R |
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I am the muse of the evergreen forest | S |
I am the spouse of thy spirit lone bard | T |
Ev n in the days when thy boyhood thou worest | T |
Thy pastimes drew on thee my dearest regard | T |
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For I knew thee ev n then in thy ecstacy musing | L |
Of glory and grace by old Hawkesbury s side | T |
Scenes that spread recordless round thee suffusing | L |
With the purple of love I beheld thee and sighed | T |
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Sighed for the fire robe of thought had enwound thee | C |
Betok ning how much that the happy most dread | T |
And whence there should follow howe er it renowned thee | C |
What sorrows of heart and what labours of head | T |
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Signed though thy dreams did the more but endear thee | C |
It seemed of the breeze or a sigh of thine own | U |
When I swept o er this lyre still unseen gliding near thee | C |
To give thy emotions full measure and tone | U |
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Since have I tracked thee through less lovely places | V |
And seen thee with sorrow long herd with the vain | W |
Lured into error by false smiling faces | V |
Chained by dull fashion though scorning her chain | W |
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Then would I prompt in the still hour of dreaming | L |
Some thought of thy beautiful country again | X |
Of her yet to be famed streams through dark woods far gleaming | L |
Of her bold shores that throb to the beat of the main | W |
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Till at last I beheld thee arise in devotion | A |
To shake from thy heart the vile bondage it bore | Y |
And my joy gloried out like a morning lit ocean | A |
When thy footfall I heard in the mountains once more | Y |
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Listen belov d one I promise thee glory | C |
Such as shall rise like the day star apart | T |
To brighten the source of Australia s broad story | C |
But for this thou must give to the future thy heart | T |
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Be then the bard of thy country O rather | E |
Should such be thy choice than a monarchy wide | T |
Lo Tis the land of the grave of thy father | E |
Tis the cradle of liberty Think and decide | T |
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Joy glowed in my heart as she ceased Unreplying | L |
I gazed mute with love on her soul moulded charms | Z |
Deeper they glowed her lips trembled and sighing | L |
She rushed to my heart and dissolved in my arms | Z |
Charles Harpur
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