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 QN2QN2V2V2V2V2

POETA
My haunting grief has vanished like a dreamB
Its floating fading memory seems oneC
With those frail mists born of the dawn's first beamB
Dissolving as the dew melts in the sunC
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MUSED
What ailed thee then O poet mineE
What secret misery was thineE
Which set a bar 'twixt thee and meF
Alas I suffer from it stillG
What was this grief this unknown illG
Which I have wept so bitterlyF
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POETA
'T was but a common grief well known of menH
But look you when our heavy heart is soreI
Fond wretches that we are we fancy thenH
That sorrow never has been felt beforeI
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MUSED
There cannot be a common griefJ
Save that of common souls my friendK
Speak out and give thy heart reliefJ
Of this grim secret make an endK
Confide in me and have no fearL
The God of silence pale austereL
Is younger brother unto deathM
Even as we mourn we're comfortedN
And oft a single word is saidO
Which from remorse deliverethM
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POETA
If I were bound this day to tell my woeP
I know not by what name to call my painQ
Love folly pride experience neither knowP
If one in all the world might thereby gainQ
Yet ne'ertheless I'll voice the tale to theeM
Alone here by the hearth But do thou takeR
This lyre come nearer so my memoryM
Shall gently with the harmonies awakeR
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MUSED
But first or ere thy grief thou sayS
My poet art thou healed thereofT
Bethink thee thou must speak to dayS
As free from hatred as from loveT
For man has given the holy nameU
Of consolation unto meM
Make me no partner of thy shameU
In passions that have ruined theeM
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POETA
Of my old wounds I am so sound and wholeV
Almost I doubt they were nor find their traceW
And in the passes where I risked my soulV
In mine own stead I see a stranger's faceW
Muse have no fear we both may yield awhileX
To this first inspiration of regretY
Oh it is good to weep 't is good to smileX
Remembering sorrows we might else forgetY
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MUSED
As the watchful mother stoopsZ
O'er her infant's cradled restA2
So my trembling spirit droopsZ
O'er this long closed silent breastA2
Speak I touch the lyre's sweet stringsZ
Feebly plaintively it singsZ
With thy voice set free at lastB2
While athwart a radiant beamB
Like a light enchanted dreamB
Float the shadows of the pastB2
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POETA
My days of work sole days whereon I livedC2
O thrice beloved solitudeD2
Now God be praised once more I have arrivedC2
In this old study bare and rudeD2
These oft deserted walls this shabby denH
My faithful lamp my dusty chairE2
My palace my small world I greet againH
My Muse immortal young and fairE2
Thank God we twain may sing here side by sideF2
I will reveal to thee my thoughtG2
Thou shalt know all to thee I will confideF2
The evil by a woman wroughtG2
A woman yes mayhap poor friends ye guessZ
Or ever I have said the wordH2
To such a one my soul was bound no lessZ
Than is the vassal to his lordI2
Detested yoke within me to destroyJ2
The vigor and the bloom of youthM
Yet only through my love I caught in soothM
A fleeting glimpse of joyJ2
When by the brook beneath the evening starK2
On silver sands we twain would strayS
The white wraith of the aspen tree afarK2
Pointed for us the dusky wayS
Once more within the moonlight do I seeZ
That fair form sink upon my breastA2
No more of that Alas I never guessedA2
Whither my fate was leading meZ
The angry gods some victim craved I fearL
At that ill omened timeL2
Since they have punished me as for a crimeL2
For trying to be happy hereM2
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MUSEZ
A vision of remembered joyJ2
Reveals itself to thee once moreI
Why fearest thou to live it o'erN2
Retracing it without annoyJ2
Wouldst thou confide the truth to meZ
And yet those golden days disproveO2
If fate has been unkind to theeZ
Do thou no less my friend than sheZ
And smile upon thine early loveT
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POETA
Rather I dare to smile upon my woeP
Muse I have said it I would fain reviewP2
My crosses visions frenzy calmly showP
The hour place circumstance in order dueP2
'T was an autumnal evening I recallQ2
Chill gloomy this one brings it back againH
The murmuring wind's monotonous rise and fallQ2
Lulled sombre care within my weary brainQ
I waited at the casement for my loveT
And listening in the darkness black as deathM
Such melancholy did my spirit moveO2
That all at once I doubted of her faithM
The street wherein I dwelt was lonely poorR2
Lantern in hand at times a shade passed byS2
When the gale whistled through the half oped doorI
One seemed to hear afar a human sighS2
I know not to what omen sooth to sayS
My superstitious spirit fell a preyS
Vainly I summoned courage coward likeT2
I shuddered when the clock began to strikeT2
She did not come Alone with downcast headO
I stared at street and walls like one possessedA2
How may I tell the insensate passion bredO
By that inconstant woman in my breastA2
I loved but her in all the world One dayS
Apart from her seemed worse than death to meZ
Yet I remember how I did essayS
That cruel night to snap my chain go freeZ
I named her traitress serpent o'er and o'erN2
Recalled the anguish suffered for her sakeR
Alas her fatal beauty rose once moreI
What grief what torture in my heart to wakeR
At last morn broke with waiting vain outwornQ
I fell asleep against the casement thereE2
I oped my lids upon the day new bornQ
My dazzled glance swam in the radiant airE2
Then on the outer staircase suddenlyZ
I heard soft steps ascend the narrow flightU2
Save me Great God I see her it is sheZ
Whence com'st thou speak where hast thou been this nightU2
What dost thou seek who brings thee here thus lateV2
Where has this lovely form reclined till dayS
While I alone must watch and weep and waitV2
Where and on whom hast thou been smiling sayS
Out insolent traitress canst thou come accurstV2
And offer to my kiss thy lips' ripe charmsZ
What cravest thou By what unhallowed thirstV2
Darest thou allure me to thy jaded armsZ
Avaunt begone ghost of my mistress deadV2
Back to thy grave avoid the morning's beamB
Be my lost youth no more rememberedV2
And when I think of thee I'll know it was a dreamB
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MUSEZ
Be calm I beg thee I imploreI
I shudder hearing of thy painQ
O dearest friend thy wound once moreI
Is opening to bleed againQ
Is it so very deep alasZ
How slowly do the traces passZ
Of this world's troubles Thou my sonQ
Forget her let thy memory shunQ
Even to this woman's very nameU
My pitying lips refuse to frameU
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POETV2
Shame upon her who firstV2
Treason and falsehood taughtV2
With grief and wrath accurstV2
Who set my brain distraughtV2
Shame woman baleful eyedV2
Whose fatal love entombedV2
In shadows of thy prideV2
My April ere it bloomedV2
It was thy voice thy smileX
Thy poisoned glances brightV2
Which taught me to revileX
The semblance of delightV2
Thy grace of girlish yearsZ
Murdered my peace my sleepW2
If I lose faith in tearsZ
'T is that I saw thee weepW2
I yielded to thy powerN2
A child's simplicityV2
As to the dawn the flowerN2
So oped my heart to theeV2
Doubtless this helpless heartV2
Was thine without defenceZ
Were 't not the better partV2
To spare its innocenceZ
Shame thou who didst begetV2
My earliest youngest woeP
The tears are streaming yetV2
Which first thou madest flowP
Quenchless this source is foundV2
Which thou hast first unsealedV2
It issues from a woundV2
That never may be healedV2
But in the bitter waveX2
I shall be clean restoredV2
And from my soul shall laveX2
Thy memory abhorredV2
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MUSEZ
Poet enough Though but one single dayV2
Lasted thy dream of her who faithless provedV2
That day insult not whatsoe'er thou sayV2
Respect thy love if thou would be belovedV2
If human weakness find the task too greatV2
Of pardoning the wrongs by others doneQ
At least the torture spare thyself of hateV2
In place of pardon seek oblivionQ
The dead lie peaceful in the earth asleepW2
So our extinguished passions too should restV2
Dust are those relics also let us keepW2
Our hands from violence to their ashes blestV2
Why in this story of keen pain my friendV2
Wilt thou refuse naught but a dream to seeV2
Does Nature causeless act to no wise endV2
Think'st thou a heedless God afflicted theeV2
Mayhap the blow thou weepest was to saveX2
Child it has oped thy heart to seek reliefJ
Sorrow is lord to man and man a slaveX2
None knows himself till he has walked with griefJ
A cruel law but none the less supremeB
Old as the world yea old as destinyV2
Sorrow baptizes us a fatal schemeB
All things at this sad price we still must buyS2
The harvest needs the dew to make it ripeY2
And man to live to feel has need of tearsZ
Joy chooses a bruised plant to be her typeY2
That drenched with rain still many a blossom bearsZ
Didst thou not say this folly long had sleptV2
Art thou not happy young a welcome guestV2
And those light pleasures that give life its zestV2
How wouldst thou value if thou hadst not weptV2
When lying in the sunlight on the grassZ
Freely thou drink'st with some old friend confessZ
Wouldst thou so cordially uplift thy glassZ
Hadst thou not weighed the worth of cheerfulnessZ
Would flowers be so dear unto thy heartV2
The verse of Petrarch warblings of the birdV2
Shakespeare and Nature Angelo and ArtV2
But that thine ancient sobs therein thou heardV2
Couldst thou conceive the ineffable peace of heavenQ
Night's silence murmurs of the wave that flowsZ
If sleeplessness and fever had not drivenQ
Thy thought to yearn for infinite reposeZ
By a fair woman's love art thou not blestV2
When thou dost hold and clasp her hand in thineQ
Does not the thought of woes that once possessedV2
Make all the sweeter now her smile divineQ
Wander ye not together thou and sheV2
Midst blooming woods on sands like silver brightV2
Does not the white wraith of the aspen treeV2
In that green palace mark the path at nightV2
And seest thou not within the moon's pale rayV2
Her lovely form sink on thy breast againQ
If thou shouldst meet with Fortune on thy wayV2
Wouldst thou not follow singing in her trainQ
What hast thou to regret Immortal HopeZ2
Is shaped anew in thee by Sorrow's handV2
Why hate experience that enlarged thy scopeZ2
Why curse the pain that made thy soul expandV2
Oh pity her so false so fair to seeV2
Who from thine eyes such bitter tears did pressZ
She was a woman God revealed to theeV2
Through her the secret of all happinessZ
Her task was hard she loved thee it may beV2
Yet must she break thy heart so fate decreedV2
She knew the world she taught it unto theeV2
Another reaps the fruit of her misdeedV2
Pity her dreamlike did her love disperseZ
She saw thy wound nor could thy pain removeO2
All was not falsehood in those tears of hersZ
Pity her though it were for thou canst loveT
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POETV2
True Hate is blasphemyV2
With horror's thrill I startV2
This sleeping snake to seeV2
Uncoil within my heartV2
Oh Goddess hear my criesZ
My vow to thee is givenQ
By my beloved's blue eyesZ
And by the azure heavenQ
By yonder spark of flameU
Yon trembling pearl the starK2
That beareth Venus' nameU
And glistens from afarK2
By Nature's glorious schemeB
The infinite grace of GodV2
The planet's tranquil beamB
That cheers the traveler's roadV2
The grass the water courseZ
Woods fields with dew impearledV2
The quenchless vital forceZ
The sap of all the worldV2
I banish from my heartV2
This reckless passion's ghostV2
Mysterious shade departV2
In the dark past be lostV2
And thou whom once I metV2
As friend while thou didst liveA3
The hour when I forgetV2
I likewise should forgiveB3
Let me forgive I breakR
The long uniting spellC3
With a last tear oh takeR
Take thou a last farewellC3
Now gold haired pensive MuseZ
On to our pleasures SingD3
Some joyous carol chooseZ
As in the dear old SpringD3
Mark how the dew drenched lawnQ
Scents the auroral hourN2
Waken my love with dawnQ
And pluck her garden's flowerN2
Immortal nature seeV2
Casts slumber's veil awayV2
New born with her are weV2
In morning's earliest rayV2

Emma Lazarus



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