Melancholy -- To Laura Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBDDEE FFGGHHIIGJGJ KLMLNNFOFO BBPPFFQQGG RSTTEETBBOOFFB UGGUUDDVWXWXW GYGYZA2LLLLB2B2 FOFOWWWW XGXGC2DC2DD2D2E2E2 FBFFBF2F2LG2LLG2FFWW FC2FC2 H2H2LFFDDMMA2A2LOOFI 2J2FF

Laura a sunrise seems to breakA
Where'er thy happy looks may glowB
Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheekC
Thy tears themselves do but bespeakC
The rapture whence they flowB
Blest youth to whom those tears are givenD
The tears that change his earth to heavenD
His best reward those melting eyesE
For him new suns are in the skiesE
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Thy soul a crystal river passingF
Silver clear and sunbeam glassingF
Mays into bloom sad Autumn by theeG
Night and desert if they spy theeG
To gardens laugh with daylight shineH
Lit by those happy smiles of thineH
Dark with cloud the future farI
Goldens itself beneath thy starI
Smilest thou to see the harmonyG
Of charm the laws of Nature keepJ
Alas to me the harmonyG
Brings only cause to weepJ
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Holds not Hades its domainK
Underneath this earth of oursL
Under palace under fameM
Underneath the cloud capped towersL
Stately cities soar and spreadN
O'er your mouldering bones ye deadN
From corruption from decayF
Springs yon clove pink's fragrant bloomO
Yon gay waters wind their wayF
From the hollows of a tombO
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From the planets thou mayest knowB
All the change that shifts belowB
Fled beneath that zone of raysP
Fled to night a thousand MaysP
Thrones a thousand rising sinkingF
Earth from thousand slaughters drinkingF
Blood profusely poured as waterQ
Of the sceptre of the slaughterQ
Wouldst thou know what trace remainethG
Seek them where the dark king reignethG
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Scarce thine eye can ope and closeR
Ere life's dying sunset glowsS
Sinking sudden from its prideT
Into death the Lethe tideT
Ask'st thou whence thy beauties riseE
Boastest thou those radiant eyesE
Or that cheek in roses dyedT
All their beauty thought of sorrowB
From the brittle mould they borrowB
Heavy interest in the tombO
For the brief loan of the bloomO
For the beauty of the dayF
Death the usurer thou must payF
In the long to morrowB
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Maiden Death's too strong for scornU
In the cheek the fairest HeG
But the fairest throne doth seeG
Though the roses of the mornU
Weave the veil by beauty wornU
Aye beneath that broidered curtainD
Stands the Archer stern and certainD
Maid thy Visionary hearV
Trust the wild one as the searW
When he tells thee that thine eyeX
While it beckons to the wooerW
Only lureth yet more nighX
Death the dark undoerW
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Every ray shed from thy beautyG
Wastes the life lamp while it beamsY
And the pulse's playful dutyG
And the blue veins' merry streamsY
Sport and run into the pallZ
Creatures of the Tyrant allA2
As the wind the rainbow shattersL
Death thy bright smiles rends and scattersL
Smile and rainbow leave no tracesL
From the spring time's laughing gracesL
From all life as from its germB2
Grows the revel of the wormB2
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Woe I see the wild wind wreakF
Its wrath upon thy rosy bloomO
Winter plough thy rounded cheekF
Cloud and darkness close in gloomO
Blackening over and foreverW
Youth's serene and silver riverW
Love alike and beauty o'erW
Lovely and beloved no moreW
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Maiden an oak that soars on highX
And scorns the whirlwind's breathG
Behold thy Poet's youth defyX
The blunted dart of DeathG
His gaze as ardent as the lightC2
That shoots athwart the heavenD
His soul yet fiercer than the lightC2
In the eternal heavenD
Of Him in whom as in an ocean surgeD2
Creation ebbs and flows and worlds arise and mergeD2
Through Nature steers the poet's thought to findE2
No fear but this one barrier to the mindE2
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And dost thou glory so to thinkF
And heaves thy bosom WoeB
This cup which lures him to the brinkF
As if divinity to drinkF
Has poison in its flowB
Wretched oh wretched they who trustF2
To strike the God spark from the dustF2
The mightiest tone the music knowsL
But breaks the harp string with the soundG2
And genius still the more it glowsL
But wastes the lamp whose life bestowsL
The light it sheds aroundG2
Soon from existence dragged awayF
The watchful jailer grasps his preyF
Vowed on the altar of the abused fireW
The spirits I raised against myself conspireW
Let yes I feel it two short springs awayF
Pass on their rapid flightC2
And life's faint spark shall fleeting from the clayF
Merge in the Fount of LightC2
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And weep'st thou Laura be thy tears forbidH2
Would'st thou my lot life's dreariest years amidH2
Protract and doom No sinner dry thy tearsL
Would'st thou whose eyes beheld the eagle wingF
Of my bold youth through air's dominion springF
Mark my sad age life's tale of glory doneD
Crawl on the sod and tremble in the sunD
Hear the dull frozen heart condemn the flameM
That as from heaven to youth's blithe bosom cameM
And see the blind eyes loathing turn from allA2
The lovely sins age curses to recallA2
Let me die young sweet sinner dry thy tearsL
Yes let the flower be gathered in its bloomO
And thou young genius with the brows of gloomO
Quench thou life's torch while yet the flame is strongF
Even as the curtain falls while still the sceneI2
Most thrills the hearts which have its audience beenJ2
As fleet the shadows from the stage and longF
When all is o'er lingers the breathless throngF

Friedrich Schiller



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