To The Moon [earlier Version] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEE FGFGHIHIJJ KLKLMNMNOP QRQRHSHSFT UVWXYGXGZZ GA2GB2C2CC2CHH D2JD2JE2F2E2G2H2H2 NUNUI2CI2CJ2J2 UDUDGK2GK2KK GL2GM2DZDZLL N2UN2UO2P2O2P2JJ

WITH silent step behold her stealA
Over those envious clouds that hidB
Till now her face then stand a sealA
Of silver on heaven s mighty lidB
So round me would I have her lightC
In one broad burst of beauty playD
And who whilst thus she rules the nightC
Would wish the dayD
Nor feel his yearning spirit fraughtE
With sweetly solemn strains of visionary thoughtE
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Love of my childhood for but whenF
A child I loved thee of all thingsG
Yea with what ecstacies I thenF
Did hail thee what dear visioningsG
And when between us up the skyH
Obscuring glooms have wildly throngedI
With shortened breath and searching eyeH
How have I longedI
For wings that I away might fleeJ
To kiss thy hidden face and dwell awhile with theeJ
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I sadden Ah why bringest thouK
Yet later memories to my mindL
I would but gaze upon thee nowK
As erst for wonder not to findL
Dim phantoms of each faded dreamM
That fanned my heart with pinions dyedN
In passion by old HAWKESBURY S streamM
Before me glideN
With shades of days all figured o erO
By feelings lost and hopes that know their place no moreP
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Nor was it thus thy beauty shoneQ
Upon me fewer summers pastR
Thus hopeless world distrusting loneQ
And withering in Misfortune s blastR
Many that loved me then were nighH
Of whom now these I may not trustS
And those forget are far or lieH
Cold in the dustS
And never may we meet againF
Loving and loved as then neath thy nocturnal reignT
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O Cynthia it would seem as thoughU
A something from our spirits fellV
Like scents from flowers Life s eras throughW
And by which web invisibleX
A gathered after scene of allY
Affection builded to our lossG
Is drawn thus in dim funeralX
The heart acrossG
And which where stained the most with gloomZ
Uncertain Thought is prone to map with spells of doomZ
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But sober Reason sagelier singsG
These visioned mysteries are butA2
The semblances which former thingsG
Imbued our being with as putB2
In act by memory when is seenC2
Again some marked associate sightC
And thence it happens Orb sereneC2
Why thou to nightC
Look st on me from thy native skyH
Like an old friend too fond to talk of things gone byH
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Let me this night the Past forgetD2
For though its dying voices beJ
At times like tones from Eden yetD2
It bosoms too much change for meJ
That when but now my thoughts were givenE2
To all I had suffered loved and lostF2
Turning mine eyes again to heavenE2
Tear quenched almostG2
I started with a strange despairH2
To find thee even thee smiling unaltered thereH2
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Hence vain regrets of secret prideN
My human heart what irks thee soU
What in the scale of Nature triedN
Should weigh thy happiness or woU
Pale millions so by Fortune cursedI2
Have loved for sorrow in the lightC
Of this yet youthful Moon since firstI2
She claimed the nightC
And thus mature even from her birthJ2
Chased with pale beam the glooms that swathed the infant EarthJ2
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And be it humbling too to knowU
That when this pile of haughty clayD
For ages shall have ceased to glowU
Shall be a heap of ashes greyD
Which as the invading ploughshare drillsG
The unremembered burial groundK2
The winds may o er a hundred hillsG
Scatter aroundK2
That in the midnight heavens thouK
Shalt hang thy unfaded lamp and smile serene as nowK
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Nay more than this could even thoseG
The Edenites who sorrow d hereL2
Ere Noah s tilted ark aroseG
Or Nimrod chased the bounding deerM2
Wherever sepulchered could theyD
Shake the cold bonds of death and doomZ
But for a moment now awayD
Into each tombZ
Solemnly gazing thee they d findL
Even as they dying left thee watchful Moon behindL
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But shall my thoughts thus widely rangeN2
And I no profit therein knowU
Seeing that wither waste and changeN2
Must all that lives thine Orb belowU
Shall I not turn with this sole aimO2
In act to shun in heart controlP2
Whatever dims the heavenward flameO2
The essential soulP2
I feel within and which must beJ
A living thing when thou art quenched eternallyJ

Charles Harpur



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