To -- (iii) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBABBFBBAFAGBHIJ GABBKLH

Not long ago the writer of these linesA
In the mad pride of intellectualityB
Maintained the power of words denied that everC
A thought arose within the human brainD
Beyond the utterance of the human tongueE
And now as if in mockery of that boastB
Two words two foreign soft dissyllablesA
Italian tones made only to be murmuredB
By angels dreaming in the moonlit dewB
That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hillF
Have stirred from out the abysses of his heartB
Unthought like thoughts that are the souls of thoughtB
Richer far wilder far diviner visionsA
Than even seraph harper IsrafelF
Who has the sweetest voice of all God's creaturesA
Could hope to utter And I my spells are brokenG
The pen falls powerless from my shivering handB
With thy dear name as text though bidden by theeH
I cannot write I cannot speak or thinkI
Alas I cannot feel for 'tis not feelingJ
This standing motionless upon the goldenG
Threshold of the wide open gate of dreamsA
Gazing entranced adown the gorgeous vistaB
And thrilling as I see upon the rightB
Upon the left and all the way alongK
Amid empurpled vapors far awayL
To where the prospect terminates thee onlyH

Edgar Allan Poe



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