Soliloquy In An Ebon Tower Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The poet speaks addressing a framed picture ofA
Baudelaire upon a bookcaseB
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The lamp burns stilly in the standing airC
As in some ventless caveen Through wide windowsD
The midnight brings a silence from the starsE
And perfumes that the planet dreams in sleepF
The hounds have ceased to bay and the cicadasG
To play their goblin harps The owl that whilomH
Hooted his famine to a full chapped moonI
Has pounced upon his gopher or has goneJ
To fresher woods behind a farther hillK
And Hecate has grounded all the witchesG
For some glade hidden SabbatL
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In my roomH
The quick malign relentless clock ticks onM
Firm as a demon's undecaying pulseN
Or creak of Charon's oar locks as he pliesO
Between the shadow crowded shores EvokedL
Within the vaults of my funereal brainP
Voices awaken sibilant and restlessQ
Tongues of the viper's charnel fostered broodL
Half grown amid the shreds of winding sheetsR
And crumbling wicker of old bones They singS
Those little voices all the poisonousQ
Importunate melodies you too have heardL
O Baudelaire in midnights when the moonI
Sank followed by some cloudy hearse of dreamsT
Into the skyless nadir of despondL
Black flickering cloven tongues Though we distillK
Quintessences of hemlock or nepentheU
We cannot slay the small the subtle serpentsV
Whose mother is the Iamia MelancholyW
That feeds upon our breath and sucks our veinsX
Stifling us with her velvet volumesY
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NowZ
My thoughts pursue the sandal and sad myrrhA2
Sighed by the shouds of all hesternal sorrowsD
Busied with old regrets they carry onM
Such commerce as the burrowing necrophoresD
Conduct from grave to grave or pause to mumbleB2
Snatches of ancient amorous elegiesD
Deploring still some splendid stately loveA
Gone like the pomps of void EcbatanaM
That only lives in epodes but will riseD
To ghost the goldless morrows clothed aboutL
With hues of suns declining and decayedL
And crowned with ruinous autumnM
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Other thoughtsD
Exhume the withered wind shards of idealsD
Brittle and light as perished moths or bringS
To sight the mummied of blair mischanceD
By dismal eves and moons disastrous flyingS
Their vans have darkened On beloved deathsD
I muse and through my twice wept tears re gatherA2
The threads that Clotho and Lachesis have spunM
And Atropos has cut and see the bleakC2
Sinister gleaming of the steely shearsD
Behind the riven arrasses of timeH
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What weapon can we arm us with What bulwarkD2
Build against grief and time What moat renewedL
With waters mortal as those the shroud GomorrahE2
Will the sea going termite never ferryW
To gnaw the ebon tower the ebon arkF2
Holding the Muses' covenant Splendor brimmedL
What grail of God or Satan will sufficeD
For all the breadless days the unguerdoned laborsD
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Yet for a toll so light by Song transportedL
To sail beyond Elysium and ThelemH
And see from oblivion looming balmier shoresD
Of fables infinite To light our dreamsD
At rose Aldebaran or sky huge AntaresD
Then quench their heat or temper Damascus thoughtL
In cold aphelions and apastrons farG2
To pace the sun's Typhoean ramparts vastL
To couch on Saturns's outmost ring or rollH2
With Pluto through his orb of eventideL
Whose Hesper is the dwindled sun To flauntL
Before the blind in immarcesible purpleB2
Won from the murex of Uranian seasD
And fire plucked vermeil of Vulcan worn againstL
These aguish mists and wintry shadows ThusD
We triumph thus the laurel overtopsD
The upas and the yew and we declineM
No toil no dolor of our votive doomH
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High housed within the Alchemic CitadelI2
We are served by Azoth and by AlkahestL
Out of the gleamless mire and sand we makeJ2
Pactolian metal Fumed from our alembicsD
The world dissolves like vapors opium wroughtL
Or drips condensed to philtres and to venornsD
That Circe nor Simaetha dreamed We builtL
Daedalus like a labyrinth of wordsD
Wherein our thoughts are twi shaped MinotaursD
The ages shall not slay Our ironiesD
Like marbled adders creeping on through timeH
Shall fang the brains of poets yet to beW
Our nacred moons and corposants of beautyW
Shall float on ever mootful lands retainedL
By Lar and Lemur where Chimera fliesD
And still the Sphinx unanswerably rulesD
Where the red phantoms we have loosed from DisD
Still haunt the thickets and the cities whereC
Our phosphor lamps may serve as well as anyW
Along the rutted way to Charon's wharfK2

Clark Ashton Smith



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