Fragment Of An Ode To The Moon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEED FGFGHIHI JJKLMKNNOPP NQMQRSSR TUSUVRSSW| Mild orb who floatest through the realm of night | A |
| A pathless wanderer o'er a lonely wild | B |
| Welcome to me thy soft and pensive light | A |
| Which oft in childhood my lone thoughts beguiled | B |
| Now doubly dear as o'er my silent seat | C |
| Nocturnal study's still retreat | C |
| It casts a mournful melancholy gleam | D |
| And through my lofty casement weaves | E |
| Dim through the vine's encircling leaves | E |
| An intermingled beam | D |
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| These feverish dews that on my temples hang | F |
| This quivering lip these eyes of dying flame | G |
| These the dread signs of many a secret pang | F |
| These are the meed of him who pants for fame | G |
| Pale Moon from thoughts like these divert my soul | H |
| Lowly I kneel before thy shrine on high | I |
| My lamp expires beneath thy mild control | H |
| These restless dreams are ever wont to fly | I |
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| Come kindred mourner in my breast | J |
| Soothe these discordant tones to rest | J |
| And breathe the soul of peace | K |
| Mild visitor I feel thee here | L |
| It is not pain that brings this tear | M |
| For thou hast bid it cease | K |
| Oh many a year has pass'd away | N |
| Since I beneath thy fairy ray | N |
| Attuned my infant reed | O |
| When wilt thou Time those days restore | P |
| Those happy moments now no more | P |
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| When on the lake's damp marge I lay | N |
| And mark'd the northern meteor's dance | Q |
| Bland Hope and Fancy ye were there | M |
| To inspirate my trance | Q |
| Twin sisters faintly now ye deign | R |
| Your magic sweets on me to shed | S |
| In vain your powers are now essay'd | S |
| To chase superior pain | R |
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| And art thou fled thou welcome orb | T |
| So swiftly pleasure flies | U |
| So to mankind in darkness lost | S |
| The beam of ardour dies | U |
| Wan Moon thy nightly task is done | V |
| And now encurtain'd in the main | R |
| Thou sinkest into rest | S |
| But I in vain on thorny bed | S |
| Shall woo the god of soft repose | W |
Henry Kirk White
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