The October Night Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBC DEEFGGF AHIHI DJKJKLLMNOM APQPQMRMR DSTSTUMUM AVWVWXYXY DZA2ZA2ZZB2BBB2 AC2D2C2D2HE2HE2F2G2F 2G2ZH2ZI2J2MMJ2K2SK2 SZA2A2ZLL2L2M2 ZJ2IN2J2ZO2ZZT APP2PP2Q2HQ2QTMO2MR2 S2IS2SST2T2OA2OA2SZS ZN2RIRQE2QE2ZU2ZU2V2 SV2SV2ZV2ZV2BV2B ZIQIQZZQQUU V2V2V2V2V2V2V2V2V2XV 2XV2ZW2ZW2N2V2N2V2V2 ZV2ZV2PV2PV2V2V2V2X2 V2X2V2 ZV2V2V2V2V2QV2QW2V2W 2V2V2V2V2V2X2JX2JBV2 BS2Y2ZY2ZV2V2V2V2ZZZ ZV2V2V2V2QZQZV2QV2QV 2V2V2V2V2QV2QZ2V2Z2V 2V2ZV2ZV2V2V2V2ZO2ZT V2V2V2V2V2ZQZQUK2UK2 BV2BV2ZV2ZV2V2V2V2V2 V2A3V2B3RC3RC3ZD3ZD3 QN2QN2V2V2V2V2POET | A |
My haunting grief has vanished like a dream | B |
Its floating fading memory seems one | C |
With those frail mists born of the dawn's first beam | B |
Dissolving as the dew melts in the sun | C |
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MUSE | D |
What ailed thee then O poet mine | E |
What secret misery was thine | E |
Which set a bar 'twixt thee and me | F |
Alas I suffer from it still | G |
What was this grief this unknown ill | G |
Which I have wept so bitterly | F |
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POET | A |
'T was but a common grief well known of men | H |
But look you when our heavy heart is sore | I |
Fond wretches that we are we fancy then | H |
That sorrow never has been felt before | I |
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MUSE | D |
There cannot be a common grief | J |
Save that of common souls my friend | K |
Speak out and give thy heart relief | J |
Of this grim secret make an end | K |
Confide in me and have no fear | L |
The God of silence pale austere | L |
Is younger brother unto death | M |
Even as we mourn we're comforted | N |
And oft a single word is said | O |
Which from remorse delivereth | M |
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POET | A |
If I were bound this day to tell my woe | P |
I know not by what name to call my pain | Q |
Love folly pride experience neither know | P |
If one in all the world might thereby gain | Q |
Yet ne'ertheless I'll voice the tale to thee | M |
Alone here by the hearth But do thou take | R |
This lyre come nearer so my memory | M |
Shall gently with the harmonies awake | R |
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MUSE | D |
But first or ere thy grief thou say | S |
My poet art thou healed thereof | T |
Bethink thee thou must speak to day | S |
As free from hatred as from love | T |
For man has given the holy name | U |
Of consolation unto me | M |
Make me no partner of thy shame | U |
In passions that have ruined thee | M |
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POET | A |
Of my old wounds I am so sound and whole | V |
Almost I doubt they were nor find their trace | W |
And in the passes where I risked my soul | V |
In mine own stead I see a stranger's face | W |
Muse have no fear we both may yield awhile | X |
To this first inspiration of regret | Y |
Oh it is good to weep 't is good to smile | X |
Remembering sorrows we might else forget | Y |
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MUSE | D |
As the watchful mother stoops | Z |
O'er her infant's cradled rest | A2 |
So my trembling spirit droops | Z |
O'er this long closed silent breast | A2 |
Speak I touch the lyre's sweet strings | Z |
Feebly plaintively it sings | Z |
With thy voice set free at last | B2 |
While athwart a radiant beam | B |
Like a light enchanted dream | B |
Float the shadows of the past | B2 |
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POET | A |
My days of work sole days whereon I lived | C2 |
O thrice beloved solitude | D2 |
Now God be praised once more I have arrived | C2 |
In this old study bare and rude | D2 |
These oft deserted walls this shabby den | H |
My faithful lamp my dusty chair | E2 |
My palace my small world I greet again | H |
My Muse immortal young and fair | E2 |
Thank God we twain may sing here side by side | F2 |
I will reveal to thee my thought | G2 |
Thou shalt know all to thee I will confide | F2 |
The evil by a woman wrought | G2 |
A woman yes mayhap poor friends ye guess | Z |
Or ever I have said the word | H2 |
To such a one my soul was bound no less | Z |
Than is the vassal to his lord | I2 |
Detested yoke within me to destroy | J2 |
The vigor and the bloom of youth | M |
Yet only through my love I caught in sooth | M |
A fleeting glimpse of joy | J2 |
When by the brook beneath the evening star | K2 |
On silver sands we twain would stray | S |
The white wraith of the aspen tree afar | K2 |
Pointed for us the dusky way | S |
Once more within the moonlight do I see | Z |
That fair form sink upon my breast | A2 |
No more of that Alas I never guessed | A2 |
Whither my fate was leading me | Z |
The angry gods some victim craved I fear | L |
At that ill omened time | L2 |
Since they have punished me as for a crime | L2 |
For trying to be happy here | M2 |
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MUSE | Z |
A vision of remembered joy | J2 |
Reveals itself to thee once more | I |
Why fearest thou to live it o'er | N2 |
Retracing it without annoy | J2 |
Wouldst thou confide the truth to me | Z |
And yet those golden days disprove | O2 |
If fate has been unkind to thee | Z |
Do thou no less my friend than she | Z |
And smile upon thine early love | T |
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POET | A |
Rather I dare to smile upon my woe | P |
Muse I have said it I would fain review | P2 |
My crosses visions frenzy calmly show | P |
The hour place circumstance in order due | P2 |
'T was an autumnal evening I recall | Q2 |
Chill gloomy this one brings it back again | H |
The murmuring wind's monotonous rise and fall | Q2 |
Lulled sombre care within my weary brain | Q |
I waited at the casement for my love | T |
And listening in the darkness black as death | M |
Such melancholy did my spirit move | O2 |
That all at once I doubted of her faith | M |
The street wherein I dwelt was lonely poor | R2 |
Lantern in hand at times a shade passed by | S2 |
When the gale whistled through the half oped door | I |
One seemed to hear afar a human sigh | S2 |
I know not to what omen sooth to say | S |
My superstitious spirit fell a prey | S |
Vainly I summoned courage coward like | T2 |
I shuddered when the clock began to strike | T2 |
She did not come Alone with downcast head | O |
I stared at street and walls like one possessed | A2 |
How may I tell the insensate passion bred | O |
By that inconstant woman in my breast | A2 |
I loved but her in all the world One day | S |
Apart from her seemed worse than death to me | Z |
Yet I remember how I did essay | S |
That cruel night to snap my chain go free | Z |
I named her traitress serpent o'er and o'er | N2 |
Recalled the anguish suffered for her sake | R |
Alas her fatal beauty rose once more | I |
What grief what torture in my heart to wake | R |
At last morn broke with waiting vain outworn | Q |
I fell asleep against the casement there | E2 |
I oped my lids upon the day new born | Q |
My dazzled glance swam in the radiant air | E2 |
Then on the outer staircase suddenly | Z |
I heard soft steps ascend the narrow flight | U2 |
Save me Great God I see her it is she | Z |
Whence com'st thou speak where hast thou been this night | U2 |
What dost thou seek who brings thee here thus late | V2 |
Where has this lovely form reclined till day | S |
While I alone must watch and weep and wait | V2 |
Where and on whom hast thou been smiling say | S |
Out insolent traitress canst thou come accurst | V2 |
And offer to my kiss thy lips' ripe charms | Z |
What cravest thou By what unhallowed thirst | V2 |
Darest thou allure me to thy jaded arms | Z |
Avaunt begone ghost of my mistress dead | V2 |
Back to thy grave avoid the morning's beam | B |
Be my lost youth no more remembered | V2 |
And when I think of thee I'll know it was a dream | B |
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MUSE | Z |
Be calm I beg thee I implore | I |
I shudder hearing of thy pain | Q |
O dearest friend thy wound once more | I |
Is opening to bleed again | Q |
Is it so very deep alas | Z |
How slowly do the traces pass | Z |
Of this world's troubles Thou my son | Q |
Forget her let thy memory shun | Q |
Even to this woman's very name | U |
My pitying lips refuse to frame | U |
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POET | V2 |
Shame upon her who first | V2 |
Treason and falsehood taught | V2 |
With grief and wrath accurst | V2 |
Who set my brain distraught | V2 |
Shame woman baleful eyed | V2 |
Whose fatal love entombed | V2 |
In shadows of thy pride | V2 |
My April ere it bloomed | V2 |
It was thy voice thy smile | X |
Thy poisoned glances bright | V2 |
Which taught me to revile | X |
The semblance of delight | V2 |
Thy grace of girlish years | Z |
Murdered my peace my sleep | W2 |
If I lose faith in tears | Z |
'T is that I saw thee weep | W2 |
I yielded to thy power | N2 |
A child's simplicity | V2 |
As to the dawn the flower | N2 |
So oped my heart to thee | V2 |
Doubtless this helpless heart | V2 |
Was thine without defence | Z |
Were 't not the better part | V2 |
To spare its innocence | Z |
Shame thou who didst beget | V2 |
My earliest youngest woe | P |
The tears are streaming yet | V2 |
Which first thou madest flow | P |
Quenchless this source is found | V2 |
Which thou hast first unsealed | V2 |
It issues from a wound | V2 |
That never may be healed | V2 |
But in the bitter wave | X2 |
I shall be clean restored | V2 |
And from my soul shall lave | X2 |
Thy memory abhorred | V2 |
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MUSE | Z |
Poet enough Though but one single day | V2 |
Lasted thy dream of her who faithless proved | V2 |
That day insult not whatsoe'er thou say | V2 |
Respect thy love if thou would be beloved | V2 |
If human weakness find the task too great | V2 |
Of pardoning the wrongs by others done | Q |
At least the torture spare thyself of hate | V2 |
In place of pardon seek oblivion | Q |
The dead lie peaceful in the earth asleep | W2 |
So our extinguished passions too should rest | V2 |
Dust are those relics also let us keep | W2 |
Our hands from violence to their ashes blest | V2 |
Why in this story of keen pain my friend | V2 |
Wilt thou refuse naught but a dream to see | V2 |
Does Nature causeless act to no wise end | V2 |
Think'st thou a heedless God afflicted thee | V2 |
Mayhap the blow thou weepest was to save | X2 |
Child it has oped thy heart to seek relief | J |
Sorrow is lord to man and man a slave | X2 |
None knows himself till he has walked with grief | J |
A cruel law but none the less supreme | B |
Old as the world yea old as destiny | V2 |
Sorrow baptizes us a fatal scheme | B |
All things at this sad price we still must buy | S2 |
The harvest needs the dew to make it ripe | Y2 |
And man to live to feel has need of tears | Z |
Joy chooses a bruised plant to be her type | Y2 |
That drenched with rain still many a blossom bears | Z |
Didst thou not say this folly long had slept | V2 |
Art thou not happy young a welcome guest | V2 |
And those light pleasures that give life its zest | V2 |
How wouldst thou value if thou hadst not wept | V2 |
When lying in the sunlight on the grass | Z |
Freely thou drink'st with some old friend confess | Z |
Wouldst thou so cordially uplift thy glass | Z |
Hadst thou not weighed the worth of cheerfulness | Z |
Would flowers be so dear unto thy heart | V2 |
The verse of Petrarch warblings of the bird | V2 |
Shakespeare and Nature Angelo and Art | V2 |
But that thine ancient sobs therein thou heard | V2 |
Couldst thou conceive the ineffable peace of heaven | Q |
Night's silence murmurs of the wave that flows | Z |
If sleeplessness and fever had not driven | Q |
Thy thought to yearn for infinite repose | Z |
By a fair woman's love art thou not blest | V2 |
When thou dost hold and clasp her hand in thine | Q |
Does not the thought of woes that once possessed | V2 |
Make all the sweeter now her smile divine | Q |
Wander ye not together thou and she | V2 |
Midst blooming woods on sands like silver bright | V2 |
Does not the white wraith of the aspen tree | V2 |
In that green palace mark the path at night | V2 |
And seest thou not within the moon's pale ray | V2 |
Her lovely form sink on thy breast again | Q |
If thou shouldst meet with Fortune on thy way | V2 |
Wouldst thou not follow singing in her train | Q |
What hast thou to regret Immortal Hope | Z2 |
Is shaped anew in thee by Sorrow's hand | V2 |
Why hate experience that enlarged thy scope | Z2 |
Why curse the pain that made thy soul expand | V2 |
Oh pity her so false so fair to see | V2 |
Who from thine eyes such bitter tears did press | Z |
She was a woman God revealed to thee | V2 |
Through her the secret of all happiness | Z |
Her task was hard she loved thee it may be | V2 |
Yet must she break thy heart so fate decreed | V2 |
She knew the world she taught it unto thee | V2 |
Another reaps the fruit of her misdeed | V2 |
Pity her dreamlike did her love disperse | Z |
She saw thy wound nor could thy pain remove | O2 |
All was not falsehood in those tears of hers | Z |
Pity her though it were for thou canst love | T |
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POET | V2 |
True Hate is blasphemy | V2 |
With horror's thrill I start | V2 |
This sleeping snake to see | V2 |
Uncoil within my heart | V2 |
Oh Goddess hear my cries | Z |
My vow to thee is given | Q |
By my beloved's blue eyes | Z |
And by the azure heaven | Q |
By yonder spark of flame | U |
Yon trembling pearl the star | K2 |
That beareth Venus' name | U |
And glistens from afar | K2 |
By Nature's glorious scheme | B |
The infinite grace of God | V2 |
The planet's tranquil beam | B |
That cheers the traveler's road | V2 |
The grass the water course | Z |
Woods fields with dew impearled | V2 |
The quenchless vital force | Z |
The sap of all the world | V2 |
I banish from my heart | V2 |
This reckless passion's ghost | V2 |
Mysterious shade depart | V2 |
In the dark past be lost | V2 |
And thou whom once I met | V2 |
As friend while thou didst live | A3 |
The hour when I forget | V2 |
I likewise should forgive | B3 |
Let me forgive I break | R |
The long uniting spell | C3 |
With a last tear oh take | R |
Take thou a last farewell | C3 |
Now gold haired pensive Muse | Z |
On to our pleasures Sing | D3 |
Some joyous carol choose | Z |
As in the dear old Spring | D3 |
Mark how the dew drenched lawn | Q |
Scents the auroral hour | N2 |
Waken my love with dawn | Q |
And pluck her garden's flower | N2 |
Immortal nature see | V2 |
Casts slumber's veil away | V2 |
New born with her are we | V2 |
In morning's earliest ray | V2 |
Emma Lazarus
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