Night Song Of A Wandering Shepherd In Asia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHGIJKDLEMNOPQ P RCCSTUVVWWXEXYZPA2B2 OOJC2C2D2E2XXF2G2H2H 2I2I2OB2B2H2H2XJ2K2J 2 ML2TL2C2XM2L2PXN2XN2 O2O2P2Q2Q2XDR2XE2M2S 2M2H2R2 TXXMO2O2T2U2U2B2V2XS DD BXXN2XXW2W2W2W2W2XW2 XW2XXXW2DF2DX2W2Y2R2 XXW2W2 XR2Z2A3A3AB3C3Z2B2B2

What doest thou in heaven O moonA
Say silent moon what doest thouB
Thou risest in the evening thoughtfullyC
Thou wanderest o'er the plainD
Then sinkest to thy rest againE
And art thou never satisfiedF
With going o'er and o'er the selfsame waysG
Art never wearied Dost thou stillH
Upon these valleys love to gazeG
How much thy life is likeI
The shepherd's life forlornJ
He rises in the early dawnK
He moves his flock along the plainD
The selfsame flocks and streams and herbsL
He sees againE
Then drops to rest the day's work o'erM
And hopes for nothing moreN
Tell me O moon what signifies his lifeO
To him thy life to thee Say whither tendP
My weary short lived pilgrimageQ
Thy course that knows no endP
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And old man gray infirmR
Half clad and barefoot heC
Beneath his burden bending wearilyC
O'er mountain and o'er valeS
Sharp rocks and briars and burning sandT
In wind and storm alike in sultry heatU
And in the winter's coldV
His constant course doth holdV
On on he panting goesW
Nor pause nor rest he knowsW
Through rushing torrents over watery wastesX
He falls gets up againE
And ever more and more he hastesX
Torn bleeding and arrives at lastY
Where ends the pathZ
Where all his troubles endP
A vast abyss and horribleA2
Where plunging headlong he forgets them allB2
Such scene of suffering and of strifeO
O moon is this our mortal lifeO
In travail man is bornJ
His birth too oft the cause of deathC2
And with his earliest breathC2
He pain and torment feels e'en from the firstD2
His parents fondly striveE2
To comfort him in his distressX
And if he lives and growsX
They struggle hard as best they mayF2
With pleasant words and deeds to cheer him upG2
And seek with kindly careH2
To strengthen him his cruel lot to bearH2
This is the best that they can doI2
For the poor child however fond and trueI2
But wherefore give him lifeO
Why bring him up at allB2
If this be allB2
If life is nought but pain and careH2
Why why should we the burden bearH2
O spotless moon such isX
Our mortal life indeedJ2
But thou immortal artK2
Nor wilt perhaps unto my words give heedJ2
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Yet thou eternal lonely wandererM
Who thoughtful lookest on this earthly sceneL2
Must surely understandT
What all our sighs and sufferings meanL2
What means this deathC2
This color from our cheeks that fadesX
This passing from the earth and losing sightM2
Of every dear familiar sceneL2
Well must thou comprehendP
The reason of these things must seeX
The good the morning and the evening bringN2
Thou knowest thou what love it isX
That brings sweet smiles unto the face of springN2
The meaning of the Summer's glowO2
And of the Winter's frost and snowO2
And of the silent endless flight of TimeP2
A thousand things to thee their secrets yieldQ2
That from the simple shepherd are concealedQ2
Oft as I gaze at theeX
In silence resting o'er the desert plainD
Which in the distance borders on the skyR2
Or following me as I by slow degreesX
My flocks before me driveE2
And when I gaze upon the stars at nightM2
In thought I ask myselfS2
'Why all these torches brightM2
What mean these depths of airH2
This vast this silent skyR2
This nightly solitude And what am I '-
Thus to myself I talk and of this grandT
Magnificent expanseX
And its untold inhabitantsX
And all this mighty motion and this stirM
Of things above and things belowO2
No rest that ever knowO2
But as they still revolve must still returnT2
Unto the place from which they cameU2
Of this alas I find nor end nor aimU2
But thou immortal surely knowest allB2
This I well know and feelV2
From these eternal roundsX
And from my being frailS
Others perchance may pleasure profit gainD
To me life is but painD
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My flock now resting there how happy thouB
That knowest not I think thy miseryX
O how I envy theeX
Not only that from sufferingN2
Thou seemingly art freeX
That every trouble every lossX
Each sudden fear thou canst so soon forgetW2
But more because thou sufferestW2
No weariness of mindW2
When in the shade upon the grass reclinedW2
Thou seemest happy and contentW2
And great part of the year by theeX
In sweet release from care is spentW2
But when I sit upon the grassX
And in the friendly shade upon my mindW2
A weight I feel a sense of wearinessX
That as I sit doth still increaseX
And rob me of all rest and peaceX
And yet I wish for noughtW2
And have till now no reason to complainD
What joy how much I cannot sayF2
But thou some pleasure dost obtainD
My joys are few enoughX2
But not for that do I lamentW2
Ah couldst thou speak I would inquireY2
Tell me dear flock the reason whyR2
Each weary breast can rest at easeX
While all things round him seem to pleaseX
And yet if I lie down to restW2
I am by anxious thoughts oppressedW2
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Perhaps if I had wingsX
Above the clouds to flyR2
And could the stars all number one by oneZ2
Or like the lightning leap from rock to rockA3
I might be happier my dear flockA3
I might be happier gentle moonA
Perhaps my thought still wanders from the truthB3
When I at others' fortunes lookC3
Perhaps in every state beneath the sunZ2
Or high or low in cradle or in stallB2
The day of birth is fatal to us allB2

Count Giacomo Leopardi



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