To -- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII GJGKLL DLMLMM NMNMLL MLMLGG OLOLPP MLMLMLQQ| LONG ere I knew thee years of loveless days | A |
| A Shape would gather from my dreams and pour | B |
| The soul sweet influence of its gentle gaze | A |
| Into my being thrilling it to the core | B |
| Then would I wake with lonely heart to pine | C |
| For that nocturnal image it was thine | C |
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| Thine for though long with a fond moody heed | D |
| I sought to match it with the beauteous creatures | E |
| I met in the world s ways twas but to bleed | D |
| With disappointment for all forms all features | E |
| Yet left it void of living counterpart | F |
| The shadowy Mistress of my yearning heart | F |
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| Thine for when first seen thou didst seem to me | G |
| A being known yet beautifully new | H |
| Thus warranting some sage s theory | G |
| Amid Heaven s sisterhoods into shining view | H |
| Is drawn a long conjectured star his name | I |
| To fold forever in its virgin flame | I |
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| But I forget Far far away from thee | G |
| Behold I wander mid primeval woods | J |
| Where but all savage things are wont to be | G |
| Mixing fond questionings with Solitude s | K |
| Wild cadences as through dim glades by fits | L |
| Yet dreaming her ancient dream illusively she flits | L |
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| And now the HUNTER with a swollen speed | D |
| Rushes in thunder at my feet but wears | L |
| A softened charm in that it seems to lead | M |
| My willing vision whether Memory rears | L |
| Thy rural bower by the stream that erst | M |
| With murmurous heed my infant passion nurst | M |
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| And with the river s torture oft a tone | N |
| Of that far brook seems blending accents too | M |
| Of the dear voice there heard that voice alone | N |
| Unparagoned of mortal sound like dew | M |
| Honeyed with manna dropping near me seems | L |
| As oft I listen lost in Memory s dreams | L |
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| But vain these musings Though my spirit s bride | M |
| Thou knew st not of my love Though all my days | L |
| To come must be inevitably dyed | M |
| Or bright or dark through thee this missive says | L |
| Thy lot in life is cast that thou wilt be | G |
| Another s ere I look again on thee | G |
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| The bardic doom is on me Poets make | O |
| Beauty immortal and yet luckless miss | L |
| The charms they sing martyrs at Fortune s stake | O |
| As though their soul s capacity for bliss | L |
| Might else give Earth too much of Heaven and kill | P |
| The want that strengthens them for prowess still | P |
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| Wreathe then the Poet s brows with blossoms bright | M |
| Let waters ever and the sway of trees | L |
| Sound through his thoughts as the renewed delight | M |
| Of Even flows around him in a breeze | L |
| Laden with dying voices till the night | M |
| Enroof him with her starry mysteries | L |
| For Nature only fated at his birth | Q |
| May minister unto his love on Earth | Q |
Charles Harpur
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