Moonrise Over Tyringham Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ HKHK HHHH LMLN HHHH HOHO PHPH QRQR EHEH STSU HAHA VHVH BWBW

Now the high holocaust of hours is doneA
And all the west empurpled with their deathB
How swift oblivion drinks the fallen sunA
How little while the dusk rememberethB
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Though some there were proud hours that marched in mailC
And took the morning on auspicious crestD
Crying to fortune Back for I prevailC
Yet now they lie disfeatured with the restD
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And some that stole so soft on destinyE
Methought they had surprised her to a smileF
But these fled frozen when she turned to seeE
And moaned and muttered through my heart awhileF
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But now the day is emptied of them allG
And night absorbs their life blood at a draughtH
And so my life lies as the gods let fallG
An empty cup from which their lips have quaffedH
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Yet see night is not by translucent waysI
Up the grey void of autumn afternoonJ
Steals a mild crescent charioted in hazeI
And all the air is merciful as JuneJ
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The lake is a forgotten streak of dayH
That trembles through the hemlocks' darkling barsK
And still my heart still some divine delayH
Upon the threshold holds the earliest starsK
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O pale equivocal hour whose suppliant feetH
Haunt the mute reaches of the sleeping windH
Art thou a watcher stealing to entreatH
Prayer and sepulture for thy fallen kindH
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Poor plaintive waif of a predestined raceL
Their ruin gapes for thee Why linger hereM
Go hence in silence Veil thine orphaned faceL
Lest I should look on it and call it dearN
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For if I love thee thou wilt sooner dieH
Some sudden ruin will plunge upon thy headH
Midnight will fall from the revengeful skyH
And hurl thee down among thy shuddering deadH
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Avert thine eyes Lapse softly from my sightH
Call not my name nor heed if thine I craveO
So shalt thou sink through mitigated nightH
And bathe thee in the all effacing waveO
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But upward still thy perilous footsteps fareP
Along a high hung heaven drenched in lightH
Dilating on a tide of crystal airP
That floods the dark hills to their utmost heightH
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Strange hour is this thy waning face that leansQ
Out of mid heaven and makes my soul its glassR
What victory is imaged there What meansQ
Thy tarrying smile Oh veil thy lips and passR
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Nay pause and let me name thee For I seeE
O with what flooding ecstasy of lightH
Strange hour that wilt not loose thy hold on meE
Thou'rt not day's latest but the first of nightH
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And after thee the gold foot stars come thickS
From hand to hand they toss the flying fireT
Till all the zenith with their dance is quickS
About the wheeling music of the LyreU
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Dread hour that lead'st the immemorial roundH
With lifted torch revealing one by oneA
The thronging splendours that the day held boundH
And how each blue abyss enshrines its sunA
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Be thou the image of a thought that faresV
Forth from itself and flings its ray aheadH
Leaping the barriers of ephemeral caresV
To where our lives are but the ages' treadH
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And let this year be not the last of youthB
But first like thee of some new train of hoursW
If more remote from hope yet nearer truthB
And kin to the unpetitionable powersW

Edith Wharton



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