Israfel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


In Heaven a spirit doth dwellA
Whose heart strings are a luteB
None sing so wildly wellA
As the angel IsrafelA
And the giddy Stars so legends tellA
Ceasing their hymns attend the spellA
Of his voice all muteB
Tottering aboveC
In her highest noonD
The enamoured MoonD
Blushes with loveC
While to listen the red levinE
With the rapid Pleiads evenE
Which were sevenF
Pauses in HeavenF
And they say the starry choirG
And the other listening thingsH
That Israfeli's fireG
Is owing to that lyreI
By which he sits and singsH
The trembling living wireG
Of those unusual stringsH
But the skies that angel trodJ
Where deep thoughts are a dutyK
Where Love's a grow up GodJ
Where the Houri glances areL
Imbued with all the beautyK
Which we worship in a starL
Therefore thou art not wrongM
Israfeli who despisestK
An unimpassioned songM
To thee the laurels belongM
Best bard because the wisestK
Merrily live and longM
The ecstasies aboveC
With thy burning measures suitK
Thy grief thy joy thy hate thy loveC
With the fervor of thy luteK
Well may the stars be muteK
Yes Heaven is thine but thisN
Is a world of sweets and soursO
Our flowers are merely flowersO
And the shadow of thy perfect blissN
Is the sunshine of oursO
If I could dwellA
Where IsrafelA
Hath dwelt and he where IP
He might not sing so wildly wellA
A mortal melodyK
While a bolder note than this might swellA
From my lyre within the skyP

Edgar Allan Poe


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