The Sleeper Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGGHHI JJCCKKDDLLDDMNIIOOO PPPDDDDD PPPQQRROOSSSTTUU

At midnight in the month of JuneA
I stand beneath the mystic moonA
An opiate vapor dewy dimB
Exhales from out her golden rimB
And softly dripping drop by dropC
Upon the quiet mountain topC
Steals drowsily and musicallyD
Into the universal valleyD
The rosemary nods upon the graveE
The lily lolls upon the waveE
Wrapping the fog about its breastF
The ruin moulders into restF
Looking like Lethe see the lakeG
A conscious slumber seems to takeG
And would not for the world awakeG
All Beauty sleeps and lo where liesH
Her casement open to the skiesH
Irene with her DestiniesI
-
Oh lady bright can it be rightJ
This window open to the nightJ
The wanton airs from the tree topC
Laughingly through the lattice dropC
The bodiless airs a wizard routK
Flit through thy chamber in and outK
And wave the curtain canopyD
So fitfully so fearfullyD
Above the closed and fringed lidL
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hidL
That o'er the floor and down the wallD
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fallD
Oh lady dear hast thou no fearM
Why and what art thou dreaming hereN
Sure thou art come o'er far off seasI
A wonder to these garden treesI
Strange is thy pallor strange thy dressO
Strange above all thy length of tressO
And this all solemn silentnessO
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The lady sleeps Oh may her sleepP
Which is enduring so be deepP
Heaven have her in its sacred keepP
This chamber changed for one more holyD
This bed for one more melancholyD
I pray to God that she may lieD
For ever with unopened eyeD
While the dim sheeted ghosts go byD
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My love she sleeps Oh may her sleepP
As it is lasting so be deepP
Soft may the worms about her creepP
Far in the forest dim and oldQ
For her may some tall vault unfoldQ
Some vault that oft hath flung its blackR
And winged panels fluttering backR
Triumphant o'er the crested pallsO
Of her grand family funeralsO
Some sepulchre remote aloneS
Against whose portal she hath thrownS
In childhood many an idle stoneS
Some tomb from out whose sounding doorT
She ne'er shall force an echo moreT
Thrilling to think poor child of sinU
It was the dead who groaned withinU

Edgar Allan Poe



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