The Shipwrecked Solitary's Song To The Night Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGG HIJK LMLN OBPG BQRS RTPU SEEV WSXN EYZE A2UB2E DEC2D2 SEE2IThou spirit of the spangled night | A |
I woo thee from the watchtower high | B |
Where thou dost sit to guide the bark | C |
Of lonely mariner | D |
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The winds are whistling o'er the wolds | E |
The distant main is moaning low | F |
Come let us sit and weave a song | G |
A melancholy song | G |
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Sweet is the scented gale of morn | H |
And sweet the noontide's fervid beam | I |
But sweeter far the solemn calm | J |
That marks thy mournful reign | K |
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I've pass'd here many a lonely year | L |
And never human voice have heard | M |
I've pass'd here many a lonely year | L |
A solitary man | N |
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And I have linger'd in the shade | O |
From sultry noon's hot beams and I | B |
Have knelt before my wicker door | P |
To sing my evening song | G |
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And I have hail'd the gray morn high | B |
On the blue mountain's misty brow | Q |
And tried to tune my little reed | R |
To hymns of harmony | S |
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But never could I tune my reed | R |
At morn or noon or eve so sweet | T |
As when upon the ocean shore | P |
I hail'd thy star beam mild | U |
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The dayspring brings not joy to me | S |
The moon it whispers not of peace | E |
But oh when darkness robes the heavens | E |
My woes are mix'd with joy | V |
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And then I talk and often think | W |
A euml rial voices answer me | S |
And oh I am not then alone | X |
A solitary man | N |
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And when the blustering winter winds | E |
Howl in the woods that clothe my cave | Y |
I lay me on my lonely mat | Z |
And pleasant are my dreams | E |
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And fancy gives me back my wife | A2 |
And fancy gives me back my child | U |
She gives me back my little home | B2 |
And all its placid joys | E |
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Then hateful is the morning hour | D |
That calls me from the dream of bliss | E |
To find myself still lone and hear | C2 |
The same dull sounds again | D2 |
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The deep toned winds the moaning sea | S |
The whispering of the boding trees | E |
The brook's eternal flow and oft | E2 |
The condor's hollow scream | I |
Henry Kirk White
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