The May Night Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEB FGGHIIJH AKLKLMMNOOP FQQFRRFSTUS AVVCBHFHFSVSV FWSWWSFFFFF AXYXYQFQFVVMZZMA2B2A 2B2C2D2E2F2F2QG2G2FH 2FI2J2K2J2K2PH2PI2L2 L2M2N2M2M2FFO2M2O2M2 O2O2M2P2M2P2FFFFFFI2 H2Q2FFQ2RP2RP2 FM2M2M2SSM2O2FO2O2F M2R2S2R2S2FFFFT2T2YY QQRM2RM2U2U2P2O2O2P2 HFHFFFVVM2M2VO2VO2P2 VP2VP2FFFFFFFFHH FFCFCV2W2FVVVFMUSE | A |
Give me a kiss my poet take thy lyre | B |
The buds are bursting on the wild sweet briar | C |
To night the Spring is born the breeze takes fire | C |
Expectant of the dawn behold the thrush | D |
Perched on the fresh branch of the first green bush | E |
Give me a kiss my poet take thy lyre | B |
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POET | F |
How black it looks within the vale | G |
I thought a muffled form did sail | G |
Above the tree tops through the air | H |
It seemed from yonder field to pass | I |
Its foot just grazed the tender grass | I |
A vision strange and fair it was | J |
It melts and is no longer there | H |
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MUSE | A |
My poet take thy lyre upon the lawn | K |
Night rocks the zephyr on her veiled soft breast | L |
The rose still virgin holds herself withdrawn | K |
From the winged irised wasp with love possessed | L |
Hark all is hushed Now of thy sweetheart dream | M |
To day the sunset with a lingering beam | M |
Caressed the dusky foliaged linden grove | N |
All things shall bloom to night great Nature thrills | O |
Her couch with perfume passion sighs she fills | O |
Like to the nuptial bed of youthful love | P |
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POET | F |
Why throbs my heart so fast so low | Q |
What sets my seething blood aglow | Q |
And fills my sense with vague affright | F |
Who raps upon my chamber door | R |
My lamp's spent ray upon the floor | R |
Why does it dazzle me with light | F |
Great God my limbs sink under me | S |
Who enters who is calling none | T |
The clock strikes I am all alone | U |
O solitude O poverty | S |
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MUSE | A |
My poet take thy lyre Youth's living wine | V |
Ferments to night within the veins divine | V |
My breast is troubled stifling with desire | C |
The panting breeze has set my lips afire | B |
O listless child behold me I am fair | H |
Our first embrace dost thou so soon forget | F |
How pale thou wast when my wing grazed thy hair | H |
Into mine arms thou fell'st with eyelids wet | F |
Oh in thy bitter grief I solaced thee | S |
Dying of love thy youthful strength outworn | V |
Now I shall die of hope oh comfort me | S |
I need thy prayers to live until the morn | V |
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POET | F |
Is it thy voice my spirit knows | W |
O darling Muse And canst thou be | S |
My own immortal one my rose | W |
Sole pure and faithful heart where glows | W |
A lingering spark of love for me | S |
Yes it is thou with tresses bright | F |
'T is thou my sister and my bride | F |
I feel amidst the shadowy night | F |
From thy gold gown the rays of light | F |
Within my heart's recesses glide | F |
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MUSE | A |
My poet take thy lyre 'T is I undying | X |
Who seeing thee to night so sad and dumb | Y |
Like to the mother bird whose brood is crying | X |
From utmost heaven to weep with thee have come | Y |
My friend thou sufferest a secret woe | Q |
Gnaws at thy life thou sighest in the night | F |
Love visits thee such love as mortals know | Q |
Shadow of gladness semblance of delight | F |
Rise sing to God the thoughts that fill thy brain | V |
Thy buried pleasures and thy long past pain | V |
Come with a kiss where unknown regions gleam | M |
Awake the mingling echoes of thy days | Z |
Sing of thy folly glory joy and praise | Z |
Be all an unpremeditated dream | M |
Let us invent a realm where one forgets | A2 |
Come we are all alone the world is ours | B2 |
Green Scotland tawny Italy offsets | A2 |
Lo Greece my mother with her honeyed flowers | B2 |
Argos and Pteleon with its shrines and groves | C2 |
Celestial Messa populous with doves | D2 |
And Pelion with his shaggy changing brow | E2 |
Blue Titaresus and the gulf of steel | F2 |
Whose waves that glass the floating swan reveal | F2 |
Snowy Camyre to Oloossone's snow | Q |
Tell me what golden dreams shall charm our sleep | G2 |
Whence shall be drawn the tears that we shall weep | G2 |
This morning when thy lids were touched with light | F |
What pensive seraph bending kindly near | H2 |
Dropped lilacs from his airy robe of white | F |
And whispered beams of love within thine ear | I2 |
Say shall we sing of sadness joy or hope | J2 |
Or bathe in blood the settled steel clad ranks | K2 |
See lovers mount the ladder's silken rope | J2 |
Or fleck the wind with coursers' foaming flanks | K2 |
Or shall we tell whose hand the lamps above | P |
In the celestial mansions year by year | H2 |
Kindles with sacred oil of life and love | P |
With Tarquin shall we cry Come night is here | I2 |
Or shall we dive for pearls beneath the seas | L2 |
Or find the wild goats by the alpine trees | L2 |
Bid melancholy gaze upon the skies | M2 |
Follow the huntsman on the upland lawns | N2 |
The roe uplifts her tearful suppliant eyes | M2 |
Her heath awaits her and her suckling fawns | M2 |
He stoops he slaughters her he flings her heart | F |
Still warm amidst his panting hounds apart | F |
Or shall we paint a maid with vermeil cheek | O2 |
Who with her page behind to vespers fares | M2 |
Beside her mother dreamy eyed and meek | O2 |
And on her half oped lips forgets her prayers | M2 |
Trembles midst echoing columns hearkening | O2 |
To hear her bold knight's clanging spurs outring | O2 |
Or shall we bid the heroes of old France | M2 |
Scale full equipped the battlemented wall | P2 |
And so revive the simple strained romance | M2 |
Their fame inspired our troubadours withal | P2 |
Or shall we clothe soft elegies in white | F |
Or bid the man of Waterloo recite | F |
His story and the crop mown by his art | F |
Or ere the herald of eternal night | F |
On his green mound with fatal wing did smite | F |
And cross his hands above his iron heart | F |
Or shall we gibbet on some satire here | I2 |
The name thrice bought of some pale pamphleteer | H2 |
Who hunger goaded from his haunts obscure | Q2 |
Dared quivering with impotence and spite | F |
Insult the hope on Genius' brow of light | F |
And gnaw the wreath his breath had made impure | Q2 |
The lyre the lyre I can be still no more | R |
Upon the breath of spring my pinions fly | P2 |
The air supports me from the earth I soar | R |
Thou weepest God has heard the hour is nigh | P2 |
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POET | F |
Dear sister if thou ask but this | M2 |
From friendly lips a gentle kiss | M2 |
Or one soft tear from kindly eyes | M2 |
These will I gladly give to thee | S |
Our love remember tenderly | S |
If thou remountest to the skies | M2 |
No longer I of hope shall sing | O2 |
Of fame or joy of love or art | F |
Alas not even of suffering | O2 |
My lips are locked I lean and cling | O2 |
To hear the whisper of my heart | F |
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MUSE | M2 |
What am I like the autumn breeze for you | R2 |
Which feeds on tears even to the very grave | S2 |
For whom all grief is but a drop of dew | R2 |
O poet but one kiss 't was I who gave | S2 |
The weed I fain would root from out this sod | F |
Is thine own sloth thy grief belongs to God | F |
Whatever sorrow thy young heart have found | F |
Open it well this ever sacred wound | F |
Dealt by dark angels give thy soul relief | T2 |
Naught makes us nobler than a noble grief | T2 |
Yet deem not poet though this pain have come | Y |
That therefore here below thou mayst be dumb | Y |
Best are the songs most desperate in their woe | Q |
Immortal ones which are pure sobs I know | Q |
When the wave weary pelican once more | R |
Midst evening vapors gains his nest of reeds | M2 |
His famished brood run forward on the shore | R |
To see where high above the surge he speeds | M2 |
As though even now their prey they could destroy | U2 |
They hasten to their sire with screams of joy | U2 |
On swollen necks wagging their beaks they cry | P2 |
He slowly wins at last a lofty rock | O2 |
Shelters beneath his drooping wing his flock | O2 |
And a sad fisher gazes on the sky | P2 |
Adown his open breast the blood flows there | H |
Vainly he searched the ocean's deepest part | F |
The sea was empty and the shore was bare | H |
And for all nourishment he brings his heart | F |
Sad silent on the stone he gives his brood | F |
His father entrails and his father blood | F |
Lulls with his love sublime his cruel pain | V |
And watching on his breast the ruddy stain | V |
Swoons at the fatal banquet from excess | M2 |
Of horror and voluptuous tenderness | M2 |
Sudden amidst the sacrifice divine | V |
Outworn with such protracted suffering | O2 |
He fears his flock may let him live and pine | V |
Then up he starts expands his mighty wing | O2 |
Beating his heart and with a savage cry | P2 |
Bids a farewell of such funereal tone | V |
That the scared seabirds from their rock nests fly | P2 |
And the late traveller on the beach alone | V |
Commends his soul to God for death floats by | P2 |
Even such O poet is the poet's fate | F |
His life sustains the creatures of a day | F |
The banquets served upon his feasts of state | F |
Are like the pelican's sublime as they | F |
And when he tells the world of hopes betrayed | F |
Forgetfulness and grief of love and hate | F |
His music does not make the heart dilate | F |
His eloquence is as an unsheathed blade | F |
Tracing a glittering circle in mid air | H |
While blood drips from the edges keen and bare | H |
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POET | F |
O Muse insatiate soul demand | F |
No more than lies in human power | C |
Man writes no word upon the sand | F |
Even at the furious whirlwind's hour | C |
There was a time when joyous youth | V2 |
Forever fluttered at my mouth | W2 |
A merry singing bird just freed | F |
Strange martyrdom has since been mine | V |
Should I revive its slightest sign | V |
At the first note my lyre and thine | V |
Would snap asunder like a reed | F |
Emma Lazarus
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