Ode To The Setting Sun Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Alpha and Omega sadness and mirthA
The springing music and its wasting breathB
The fairest things in life are Death and BirthA
And of these two the fairer thing is DeathB
Mystical twins of Time inseparableC
The younger hath the holier arrayD
And hath the awfuller swayD
It is the falling star that trails the lightE
It is the breaking wave that hath the mightE
The passing shower that rainbows manipleC
Is it not so O thou down stricken DayD
That draw'st thy splendours round thee in thy fallC
High was thine Eastern pomp inauguralC
But thou dost set in statelier pageantryF
Lauded with tumults of a firmamentD
Thy visible music blasts make deaf the skyG
Thy cymbals clang to fire the OccidentD
Thou dost thy dying so triumphallyC
I SEE the crimson blaring of thy shawmsH
Why do those lucent palmsH
Strew thy feet's failing thicklier than their mightD
Who dost but hood thy glorious eyes with nightD
And vex the heels of all the yesterdaysH
Lo this loud lackeying praiseH
Will stay behind to greet the usurping moonI
When they have cloud barred over thee the WestD
Oh shake the bright dust from thy parting shoonI
The earth not paeans thee nor serves thy hestD
Be godded not by Heaven avert thy faceH
And leave to blank disgraceH
The oblivious world unsceptre thee of state and placeH
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Ha but bethink thee what thou gazedst onI
Ere yet the snake Decay had venomed toothJ
The name thou bar'st in those vast seasons goneI
Candid HyperionI
Clad in the light of thine immortal youthJ
Ere Dionysus bled thy vinesH
Or Artemis drave her clamours through the woodD
Thou saw'st how once against Olympus' heightD
The brawny Titans stoodD
And shook the gods' world 'bout their ears and howK
Enceladus whom Etna cumbers nowK
Shouldered me Pelion with its swinging pinesH
The river unrecked that did its broken floodD
Spurt on his back before the mountainous shockL
The rank ed gods dislockL
Scared to their skies wide o'er rout trampled nightD
Flew spurned the pebbled stars those splendours thenI
Had tempested on earth star upon starM
Mounded in ruin if a longer warN
Had quaked Olympus and cold fearing menI
Then did the ample margeO
And circuit of thy targeO
Sullenly redden all the vaward fightD
Above the blusterous clashP
Wheeled thy swung falchion's flashP
And hewed their forces into splintered flightD
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Yet ere Olympus thou wast and a godD
Though we deny thy nodD
We cannot spoil thee of thy divinityD
What know we elder than theeD
When thou didst bursting from the great void's huskL
Leap like a lion on the throat o' the duskL
When the angels rose chapletedD
Sang each to otherQ
The vaulted blaze overheadD
Of their vast pinions spreadD
Hailing thee brotherQ
How chaos rolled back from the wonderQ
And the First Morn knelt down to thy visage of thunderQ
Thou didst draw to thy sideD
Thy young Auroral brideD
And lift her veil of night and mysteryD
Tellus with baby handsH
Shook off her swaddling bandsH
And from the unswath ed vapours laughed to theeD
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Thou twi form deity nurse at once and sireQ
Thou genitor that all things nourishestD
The earth was suckled at thy shining breastD
And in her veins is quick thy milky fireQ
Who scarfed her with the morning and who setD
Upon her brow the day fall's carcanetD
Who queened her front with the enrondured moonI
Who dug night's jewels from their vaulty mineI
To dower her past an eastern wizard's dreamsH
When hovering on him through his haschish swoonI
All the rained gems of the old Tartarian lineI
Shiver in lustrous throbbings of tinged flameR
Whereof a moiety in the Paolis' seamsH
Statelily builded their Venetian nameR
Thou hast enwoof ed herQ
An empress of the airS
And all her births are propertied by theeD
Her teeming centuriesH
Drew being from thine eyesH
Thou fatt'st the marrow of all qualityD
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Who lit the furnace of the mammoth's heartD
Who shagged him like Pilatus' ribb ed flanksH
Who raised the columned ranksH
Of that old pre diluvian forestryD
Which like a continent torn oppressed the seaD
When the ancient heavens did in rains departD
While the high danc ed whirlsD
Of the tossed scud made hiss thy drench ed curlsD
Thou rear'dst the enormous broodD
Who hast with life imbuedD
The lion maned in tawny majestyD
The tiger velvet barredD
The stealthy stepping pardD
And the lithe panther's flexuous symmetryD
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How came the entomb ed tree a light bearerQ
Though sunk in lightless lairS
Friend of the forgers of earthA
Mate of the earthquake and thunders volcanicL
Clasped in the arms of the forces TitanicL
Which rock like a cradle the girthA
Of the ether hung worldD
Swart son of the swarthy mineI
When flame on the breath of his nostrils feedsD
How is his countenance half divineI
Like thee in thy sanguine weedsD
Thou gavest him his lightD
Though sepultured in nightD
Beneath the dead bones of a perished worldD
Over his prostrate formT
Though cold and heat and stormT
The mountainous wrack of a creation hurledD
Who made the splendid roseD
Saturate with purple glowsD
Cupped to the marge with beauty a perfume pressD
Whence the wind vintagesD
Gushes of warm ed fragrance richer farM
Than all the flavorous ooze of Cyprus' vatsD
Lo in yon gale which waves her green cymarM
With dusky cheeks burnt redD
She sways her heavy headD
Drunk with the must of her own odorousnessD
While in a moted trouble the vexed gnatsD
Maze and vibrate and tease the noontide hushU
Who girt dissolv ed lightnings in the grapeV
Summered the opal with an Irised flushU
Is it not thou that dost the tulip drapeV
And huest the daffodillyC
Yet who hast snowed the lilyC
And her frail sister whom the waters nameR
Dost vestal vesture 'mid the blaze of JuneI
Cold as the new sprung girlhood of the moonI
Ere Autumn's kiss sultry her cheek with flameR
Thou sway'st thy sceptred beamW
O'er all delight and dreamW
Beauty is beautiful but in thy glanceD
And like a jocund maidD
In garland flowers arrayedD
Before thy ark Earth keeps her sacred danceD
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And now O shaken from thine antique throneI
And sunken from thy coerule emperyM
Now that the red glare of thy fall is blownI
In smoke and flame about the windy skyL
Where are the wailing voices that should meetD
From hill stream grove and all of mortal shapeV
Who tread thy gifts in vineyards as stray feetD
Pulp the globed weight of juiced Iberia's grapeV
Where is the threne o' the seaC
And why not dirges theeC
The wind that sings to himself as he makes strideD
Lonely and terrible on the Andean heightD
Where is the Naiad 'mid her sworded sedgeO
The Nymph wan glimmering by her wan fount's vergeO
The Dryad at timid gaze by the wood sideD
The Oread jutting lightD
On one up strain ed sole from the rock ledgeO
The Nereid tip toe on the scud o' the surgeO
With whistling tresses dank athwart her faceD
And all her figure poised in lithe Circean graceD
Why withers their lamentD
Their tresses tear besprentD
Have they sighed hence with trailing garment gemX
O sweet O sad O fairM
I catch your flying hairM
Draw your eyes down to me and dream on themX
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A space and they fleet from me Must ye fadeD
O old essential candours ye who madeD
The earth a living and a radiant thingL
And leave her corpse in our strained cheated armsD
Lo ever thus when Song with chorded charmsD
Draws from dull death his lost EurydiceD
Lo ever thus even at consummatingL
Even in the swooning minute that claims her hisD
Even as he trembles to the impassioned kissD
Of reincarnate Beauty his controlC
Clasps the cold body and foregoes the soulC
Whatso looks lovelilyC
Is but the rainbow on life's weeping rainI
Why have we longings of immortal painI
And all we long for mortal Woe is meC
And all our chants but chaplet some decayL
As mine this vanishing nay vanished DayL
The low sky line dusks to a leaden hueY
No rift disturbs the heavy shade and chillC
Save one where the charred firmament lets throughY
The scorching dazzle of Heaven 'gainst which the hillC
Out flattened sombrelyC
Stands black as life against eternityC
Against eternityC
A rifting light in meC
Burns through the leaden broodings of the mindD
O bless ed Sun thy stD

Francis Thompson



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