The May Night Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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MUSEA
Give me a kiss my poet take thy lyreB
The buds are bursting on the wild sweet briarC
To night the Spring is born the breeze takes fireC
Expectant of the dawn behold the thrushD
Perched on the fresh branch of the first green bushE
Give me a kiss my poet take thy lyreB
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POETF
How black it looks within the valeG
I thought a muffled form did sailG
Above the tree tops through the airH
It seemed from yonder field to passI
Its foot just grazed the tender grassI
A vision strange and fair it wasJ
It melts and is no longer thereH
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MUSEA
My poet take thy lyre upon the lawnK
Night rocks the zephyr on her veiled soft breastL
The rose still virgin holds herself withdrawnK
From the winged irised wasp with love possessedL
Hark all is hushed Now of thy sweetheart dreamM
To day the sunset with a lingering beamM
Caressed the dusky foliaged linden groveN
All things shall bloom to night great Nature thrillsO
Her couch with perfume passion sighs she fillsO
Like to the nuptial bed of youthful loveP
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POETF
Why throbs my heart so fast so lowQ
What sets my seething blood aglowQ
And fills my sense with vague affrightF
Who raps upon my chamber doorR
My lamp's spent ray upon the floorR
Why does it dazzle me with lightF
Great God my limbs sink under meS
Who enters who is calling noneT
The clock strikes I am all aloneU
O solitude O povertyS
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MUSEA
My poet take thy lyre Youth's living wineV
Ferments to night within the veins divineV
My breast is troubled stifling with desireC
The panting breeze has set my lips afireB
O listless child behold me I am fairH
Our first embrace dost thou so soon forgetF
How pale thou wast when my wing grazed thy hairH
Into mine arms thou fell'st with eyelids wetF
Oh in thy bitter grief I solaced theeS
Dying of love thy youthful strength outwornV
Now I shall die of hope oh comfort meS
I need thy prayers to live until the mornV
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POETF
Is it thy voice my spirit knowsW
O darling Muse And canst thou beS
My own immortal one my roseW
Sole pure and faithful heart where glowsW
A lingering spark of love for meS
Yes it is thou with tresses brightF
'T is thou my sister and my brideF
I feel amidst the shadowy nightF
From thy gold gown the rays of lightF
Within my heart's recesses glideF
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MUSEA
My poet take thy lyre 'T is I undyingX
Who seeing thee to night so sad and dumbY
Like to the mother bird whose brood is cryingX
From utmost heaven to weep with thee have comeY
My friend thou sufferest a secret woeQ
Gnaws at thy life thou sighest in the nightF
Love visits thee such love as mortals knowQ
Shadow of gladness semblance of delightF
Rise sing to God the thoughts that fill thy brainV
Thy buried pleasures and thy long past painV
Come with a kiss where unknown regions gleamM
Awake the mingling echoes of thy daysZ
Sing of thy folly glory joy and praiseZ
Be all an unpremeditated dreamM
Let us invent a realm where one forgetsA2
Come we are all alone the world is oursB2
Green Scotland tawny Italy offsetsA2
Lo Greece my mother with her honeyed flowersB2
Argos and Pteleon with its shrines and grovesC2
Celestial Messa populous with dovesD2
And Pelion with his shaggy changing browE2
Blue Titaresus and the gulf of steelF2
Whose waves that glass the floating swan revealF2
Snowy Camyre to Oloossone's snowQ
Tell me what golden dreams shall charm our sleepG2
Whence shall be drawn the tears that we shall weepG2
This morning when thy lids were touched with lightF
What pensive seraph bending kindly nearH2
Dropped lilacs from his airy robe of whiteF
And whispered beams of love within thine earI2
Say shall we sing of sadness joy or hopeJ2
Or bathe in blood the settled steel clad ranksK2
See lovers mount the ladder's silken ropeJ2
Or fleck the wind with coursers' foaming flanksK2
Or shall we tell whose hand the lamps aboveP
In the celestial mansions year by yearH2
Kindles with sacred oil of life and loveP
With Tarquin shall we cry Come night is hereI2
Or shall we dive for pearls beneath the seasL2
Or find the wild goats by the alpine treesL2
Bid melancholy gaze upon the skiesM2
Follow the huntsman on the upland lawnsN2
The roe uplifts her tearful suppliant eyesM2
Her heath awaits her and her suckling fawnsM2
He stoops he slaughters her he flings her heartF
Still warm amidst his panting hounds apartF
Or shall we paint a maid with vermeil cheekO2
Who with her page behind to vespers faresM2
Beside her mother dreamy eyed and meekO2
And on her half oped lips forgets her prayersM2
Trembles midst echoing columns hearkeningO2
To hear her bold knight's clanging spurs outringO2
Or shall we bid the heroes of old FranceM2
Scale full equipped the battlemented wallP2
And so revive the simple strained romanceM2
Their fame inspired our troubadours withalP2
Or shall we clothe soft elegies in whiteF
Or bid the man of Waterloo reciteF
His story and the crop mown by his artF
Or ere the herald of eternal nightF
On his green mound with fatal wing did smiteF
And cross his hands above his iron heartF
Or shall we gibbet on some satire hereI2
The name thrice bought of some pale pamphleteerH2
Who hunger goaded from his haunts obscureQ2
Dared quivering with impotence and spiteF
Insult the hope on Genius' brow of lightF
And gnaw the wreath his breath had made impureQ2
The lyre the lyre I can be still no moreR
Upon the breath of spring my pinions flyP2
The air supports me from the earth I soarR
Thou weepest God has heard the hour is nighP2
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POETF
Dear sister if thou ask but thisM2
From friendly lips a gentle kissM2
Or one soft tear from kindly eyesM2
These will I gladly give to theeS
Our love remember tenderlyS
If thou remountest to the skiesM2
No longer I of hope shall singO2
Of fame or joy of love or artF
Alas not even of sufferingO2
My lips are locked I lean and clingO2
To hear the whisper of my heartF
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MUSEM2
What am I like the autumn breeze for youR2
Which feeds on tears even to the very graveS2
For whom all grief is but a drop of dewR2
O poet but one kiss 't was I who gaveS2
The weed I fain would root from out this sodF
Is thine own sloth thy grief belongs to GodF
Whatever sorrow thy young heart have foundF
Open it well this ever sacred woundF
Dealt by dark angels give thy soul reliefT2
Naught makes us nobler than a noble griefT2
Yet deem not poet though this pain have comeY
That therefore here below thou mayst be dumbY
Best are the songs most desperate in their woeQ
Immortal ones which are pure sobs I knowQ
When the wave weary pelican once moreR
Midst evening vapors gains his nest of reedsM2
His famished brood run forward on the shoreR
To see where high above the surge he speedsM2
As though even now their prey they could destroyU2
They hasten to their sire with screams of joyU2
On swollen necks wagging their beaks they cryP2
He slowly wins at last a lofty rockO2
Shelters beneath his drooping wing his flockO2
And a sad fisher gazes on the skyP2
Adown his open breast the blood flows thereH
Vainly he searched the ocean's deepest partF
The sea was empty and the shore was bareH
And for all nourishment he brings his heartF
Sad silent on the stone he gives his broodF
His father entrails and his father bloodF
Lulls with his love sublime his cruel painV
And watching on his breast the ruddy stainV
Swoons at the fatal banquet from excessM2
Of horror and voluptuous tendernessM2
Sudden amidst the sacrifice divineV
Outworn with such protracted sufferingO2
He fears his flock may let him live and pineV
Then up he starts expands his mighty wingO2
Beating his heart and with a savage cryP2
Bids a farewell of such funereal toneV
That the scared seabirds from their rock nests flyP2
And the late traveller on the beach aloneV
Commends his soul to God for death floats byP2
Even such O poet is the poet's fateF
His life sustains the creatures of a dayF
The banquets served upon his feasts of stateF
Are like the pelican's sublime as theyF
And when he tells the world of hopes betrayedF
Forgetfulness and grief of love and hateF
His music does not make the heart dilateF
His eloquence is as an unsheathed bladeF
Tracing a glittering circle in mid airH
While blood drips from the edges keen and bareH
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POETF
O Muse insatiate soul demandF
No more than lies in human powerC
Man writes no word upon the sandF
Even at the furious whirlwind's hourC
There was a time when joyous youthV2
Forever fluttered at my mouthW2
A merry singing bird just freedF
Strange martyrdom has since been mineV
Should I revive its slightest signV
At the first note my lyre and thineV
Would snap asunder like a reedF

Emma Lazarus



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