Endymion: Book Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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There are who lord it o'er their fellow menA
With most prevailing tinsel who unpenA
Their baaing vanities to browse awayB
The comfortable green and juicy hayB
From human pastures or O torturing factC
Who through an idiot blink will see unpack'dC
Fire branded foxes to sear up and singeD
Our gold and ripe ear'd hopes With not one tingeD
Of sanctuary splendour not a sightE
Able to face an owl's they still are dightE
By the blear eyed nations in empurpled vestsF
And crowns and turbans With unladen breastsF
Save of blown self applause they proudly mountE
To their spirit's perch their being's high accountE
Their tiptop nothings their dull skies their thronesF
Amid the fierce intoxicating tonesF
Of trumpets shoutings and belabour'd drumsF
And sudden cannon Ah how all this humsF
In wakeful ears like uproar past and goneA
Like thunder clouds that spake to BabylonA
And set those old Chaldeans to their tasksF
Are then regalities all gilded masksF
No there are throned seats unscalableG
But by a patient wing a constant spellG
Or by ethereal things that unconfin'dE
Can make a ladder of the eternal windE
And poise about in cloudy thunder tentsF
To watch the abysm birth of elementsF
Aye 'bove the withering of old lipp'd FateE
A thousand Powers keep religious stateE
In water fiery realm and airy bourneA
And silent as a consecrated urnA
Hold sphery sessions for a season dueE
Yet few of these far majesties ah fewE
Have bared their operations to this globeH
Few who with gorgeous pageantry enrobeH
Our piece of heaven whose benevolenceF
Shakes hand with our own Ceres every senseF
Filling with spiritual sweets to plenitudeE
As bees gorge full their cells And by the feudE
'Twixt Nothing and Creation I here swearI
Eterne Apollo that thy Sister fairI
Is of all these the gentlier mightiestE
When thy gold breath is misting in the westE
She unobserved steals unto her throneA
And there she sits most meek and most aloneA
As if she had not pomp subservientE
As if thine eye high Poet was not bentE
Towards her with the Muses in thine heartE
As if the ministring stars kept not apartE
Waiting for silver footed messagesF
O Moon the oldest shades 'mong oldest treesF
Feel palpitations when thou lookest inA
O Moon old boughs lisp forth a holier dinA
The while they feel thine airy fellowshipJ
Thou dost bless every where with silver lipJ
Kissing dead things to life The sleeping kineA
Couched in thy brightness dream of fields divineA
Innumerable mountains rise and riseF
Ambitious for the hallowing of thine eyesF
And yet thy benediction passeth notE
One obscure hiding place one little spotE
Where pleasure may be sent the nested wrenA
Has thy fair face within its tranquil kenA
And from beneath a sheltering ivy leafK
Takes glimpses of thee thou art a reliefK
To the poor patient oyster where it sleepsF
Within its pearly house The mighty deepsF
The monstrous sea is thine the myriad seaF
O Moon far spooming Ocean bows to theeF
And Tellus feels his forehead's cumbrous loadE
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Cynthia where art thou now What far abodeE
Of green or silvery bower doth enshrineA
Such utmost beauty Alas thou dost pineA
For one as sorrowful thy cheek is paleG
For one whose cheek is pale thou dost bewailG
His tears who weeps for thee Where dost thou sighL
Ah surely that light peeps from Vesper's eyeL
Or what a thing is love 'Tis She but loG
How chang'd how full of ache how gone in woeG
She dies at the thinnest cloud her lovelinessF
Is wan on Neptune's blue yet there's a stressF
Of love spangles just off yon cape of treesF
Dancing upon the waves as if to pleaseF
The curly foam with amorous influenceF
O not so idle for down glancing thenceF
She fathoms eddies and runs wild aboutE
O'erwhelming water courses scaring outE
The thorny sharks from hiding holes and fright'ningM
Their savage eyes with unaccustomed lightningM
Where will the splendor be content to reachN
O love how potent hast thou been to teachN
Strange journeyings Wherever beauty dwellsF
In gulf or aerie mountains or deep dellsF
In light in gloom in star or blazing sunA
Thou pointest out the way and straight 'tis wonA
Amid his toil thou gav'st Leander breathO
Thou leddest Orpheus through the gleams of deathO
Thou madest Pluto bear thin elementE
And now O winged Chieftain thou hast sentE
A moon beam to the deep deep water worldE
To find EndymionA
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On gold sand impearl'dE
With lily shells and pebbles milky whiteE
Poor Cynthia greeted him and sooth'd her lightE
Against his pallid face he felt the charmP
To breathlessness and suddenly a warmQ
Of his heart's blood 'twas very sweet he stay'dE
His wandering steps and half entranced laidE
His head upon a tuft of straggling weedsF
To taste the gentle moon and freshening beadsF
Lashed from the crystal roof by fishes' tailsF
And so he kept until the rosy veilsF
Mantling the east by Aurora's peering handE
Were lifted from the water's breast and fann'dE
Into sweet air and sober'd morning cameR
Meekly through billows when like taper flameR
Left sudden by a dallying breath of airI
He rose in silence and once more 'gan fareI
Along his fated wayB
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Far had he roam'dE
With nothing save the hollow vast that foam'dE
Above around and at his feet save thingsF
More dead than Morpheus' imaginingsF
Old rusted anchors helmets breast plates largeS
Of gone sea warriors brazen beaks and targeS
Rudders that for a hundred years had lostE
The sway of human hand gold vase emboss'dE
With long forgotten story and whereinA
No reveller had ever dipp'd a chinA
But those of Saturn's vintage mouldering scrollsF
Writ in the tongue of heaven by those soulsF
Who first were on the earth and sculptures rudeE
In ponderous stone developing the moodE
Of ancient Nox then skeletons of manA
Of beast behemoth and leviathanA
And elephant and eagle and huge jawS
Of nameless monster A cold leaden aweT
These secrets struck into him and unlessF
Dian had chaced away that heavinessF
He might have died but now with cheered feelG
He onward kept wooing these thoughts to stealG
About the labyrinth in his soul of loveU
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What is there in thee Moon that thou shouldst moveV
My heart so potently When yet a childE
I oft have dried my tears when thou hast smil'dE
Thou seem'dst my sister hand in hand we wentE
From eve to morn across the firmamentE
No apples would I gather from the treeF
Till thou hadst cool'd their cheeks deliciouslyF
No tumbling water ever spake romanceF
But when my eyes with thine thereon could danceF
No woods were green enough no bower divineA
Until thou liftedst up thine eyelids fineA
In sowing time ne'er would I dibble takeW
Or drop a seed till thou wast wide awakeW
And in the summer tide of blossomingM
No one but thee hath heard me blithly singM
And mesh my dewy flowers all the nightE
No melody was like a passing sprightE
If it went not to solemnize thy reignA
Yes in my boyhood every joy and painA
By thee were fashion'd to the self same endE
And as I grew in years still didst thou blendE
With all my ardours thou wast the deep glenA
Thou wast the mountain top the sage's penA
The poet's harp the voice of friends the sunA
Thou wast the river thou wast glory wonA
Thou wast my clarion's blast thou wast my steedE
My goblet full of wine my topmost deedE
Thou wast the charm of women lovely MoonA
O what a wild and harmonized tuneA
My spirit struck from all the beautifulG
On some bright essence could I lean and lullG
Myself to immortality I prestE
Nature's soft pillow in a wakeful restE
But gentle Orb there came a nearer blissF
My strange love came Felicity's abyssF
She came and thou didst fade and fade awayB
Yet not entirely no thy starry swayB
Has been an under passion to this hourX
Now I begin to feel thine orby powerX
Is coming fresh upon me O be kindE
Keep back thine influence and do not blindE
My sovereign vision Dearest love forgiveY
That I can think away from thee and liveZ
Pardon me airy planet that I prizeF
One thought beyond thine argent luxuriesF
How far beyond At this a surpris'd startE
Frosted the springing verdure of his heartE
For as he lifted up his eyes to swearI
How his own goddess was past all things fairI
He saw far in the concave green of the seaF
An old man sitting calm and peacefullyF
Upon a weeded rock this old man satE
And his white hair was awful and a matE
Of weeds were cold beneath his cold thin feetE
And ample as the largest winding sheetE
A cloak of blue wrapp'd up his aged bonesF
O'erwrought with symbols by the deepest groansF
Of ambitious magic every ocean formQ
Was woven in with black distinctness stormQ
And calm and whispering and hideous roarA2
Were emblem'd in the woof with every shapeB2
That skims or dives or sleeps 'twixt cape and capeB2
The gulphing whale was like a dot in the spellG
Yet look upon it and 'twould size and swellG
To its huge self and the minutest fishC2
Would pass the very hardest gazer's wishC2
And show his little eye's anatomyF
Then there was pictur'd the regalityE
Of Neptune and the sea nymphs round his stateE
In beauteous vassalage look up and waitE
Beside this old man lay a pearly wandE
And in his lap a book the which he conn'dE
So stedfastly that the new denizenA
Had time to keep him in amazed kenA
To mark these shadowings and stand in aweT
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The old man rais'd his hoary head and sawF
The wilder'd stranger seeming not to seeF
His features were so lifeless SuddenlyF
He woke as from a trance his snow white browsF
Went arching up and like two magic ploughsF
Furrow'd deep wrinkles in his forehead largeS
Which kept as fixedly as rocky margeS
Till round his wither'd lips had gone a smileG
Then up he rose like one whose tedious toilG
Had watch'd for years in forlorn hermitageS
Who had not from mid life to utmost ageS
Eas'd in one accent his o'er burden'd soulG
Even to the trees He rose he grasp'd his stoleG
With convuls'd clenches waving it abroadE
And in a voice of solemn joy that aw'dE
Echo into oblivion he saidE
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Thou art the man Now shall I lay my headE
In peace upon my watery pillow nowA
Sleep will come smoothly to my weary browA
O Jove I shall be young again be youngD2
O shell borne Neptune I am pierc'd and stungD2
With new born life What shall I do Where goG
When I have cast this serpent skin of woeG
I'll swim to the syrens and one moment listenA
Their melodies and see their long hair glistenA
Anon upon that giant's arm I'll beF
That writhes about the roots of SicilyF
To northern seas I'll in a twinkling sailG
And mount upon the snortings of a whaleG
To some black cloud thence down I'll madly sweepE2
On forked lightning to the deepest deepE2
Where through some sucking pool I will be hurl'dE
With rapture to the other side of the worldE
O I am full of gladness Sisters threeF
I bow full hearted to your old decreeF
Yes every god be thank'd and power benignA
For I no more shall wither droop and pineA
Thou art the man Endymion started backF2
Dismay'd and like a wretch from whom the rackF2
Tortures hot breath and speech of agonyF
Mutter'd What lonely death am I to dieE
In this cold region Will he let me freezeF
And float my brittle limbs o'er polar seasF
Or will he touch me with his searing handE
And leave a black memorial on the sandE
Or tear me piece meal with a bony sawF
And keep me as a chosen food to drawF
His magian fish through hated fire and flameR
O misery of hell resistless tameR
Am I to be burnt up No I will shoutE
Until the gods through heaven's blue look outE
O Tartarus but some few days agoneF
Her soft arms were entwining me and onF
Her voice I hung like fruit among green leavesF
Her lips were all my own and ah ripe sheavesF
Of happiness ye on the stubble droopG2
But never may be garner'd I must stoopG2
My head and kiss death's foot Love love farewelG
Is there no hope from thee This horrid spellG
Would melt at thy sweet breath By Dian's hindE
Feeding from her white fingers on the windE
I see thy streaming hair and now by PanF
I care not for this old mysterious manF
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He spake and walking to that aged formQ
Look'd high defiance Lo his heart 'gan warmQ
With pity for the grey hair'd creature weptE
Had he then wrong'd a heart where sorrow keptE
Had he though blindly contumelious broughtE
Rheum to kind eyes a sting to human thoughtE
Convulsion to a mouth of many yearsF
He had in truth and he was ripe for tearsF
The penitent shower fell as down he kneltE
Before that care worn sage who trembling feltE
About his large dark locks and faultering spakeW
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Arise good youth for sacred Phoebus' sakeW
I know thine inmost bosom and I feelG
A very brother's yearning for thee stealG
Into mine own for why thou openestE
The prison gates that have so long opprestE
My weary watching Though thou know'st it notE
Thou art commission'd to this fated spotE
For great enfranchisement O weep no moreA2
I am a friend to love to loves of yoreA2
Aye hadst thou never lov'd an unknown powerX
I had been grieving at this joyous hourX
But even now most miserable oldE
I saw thee and my blood no longer coldE
Gave mighty pulses in this tottering caseF
Grew a new heart which at this moment playsF
As dancingly as thine Be not afraidE
For thou shalt hear this secret all display'dE
Now as we speed towards our joyous taskH2
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So saying this young soul in age's maskH2
Went forward with the Carian side by sideE
Resuming quickly thus while ocean's tideE
Hung swollen at their backs and jewel'd sandsF
Took silently their foot prints My soul standsF
Now past the midway from mortalityE
And so I can prepare without a sighE
To tell thee briefly all my joy and painF
I was a fisher once upon this mainF
And my boat danc'd in every creek and bayB
Rough billows were my home by night and dayB
The sea gulls not more constant for I hadE
No housing from the storm and tempests madE
But hollow rocks and they were palacesF
Of silent happiness of slumberous easeF
Long years of misery have told me soG
Aye thus it was one thousand years agoG
One thousand years Is it then possibleG
To look so plainly through them to dispelG
A thousand years with backward glance sublimeI2
To breathe away as 'twere all scummy slimeI2
From off a crystal pool to see its deepE2
And one's own image from the bottom peepE2
Yes now I am no longer wretched thrallG
My long captivity and moanings allG
Are but a slime a thin pervading scumJ2
The which I breathe away and thronging comeJ2
Like things of yesterday my youthful pleasuresF
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I touch'd no lute I sang not trod no measuresF
I was a lonely youth on desert shoresF
My sports were lonely 'mid continuous roarsF
And craggy isles and sea mew's plaintive cryE
Plaining discrepant between sea and skyE
Dolphins were still my playmates shapes unseenF
Would let me feel their scales of gold and greenF
Nor be my desolation and full oftE
When a dread waterspout had rear'd aloftE
Its hungry hugeness seeming ready ripeK2
To burst with hoarsest thunderings and wipeK2
My life away like a vast sponge of fateE
Some friendly monster pitying my sad stateE
Has dived to its foundations gulph'd it downF
And left me tossing safely But the crownF
Of all my life was utmost quietudeE
More did I love to lie in cavern rudeE
Keeping in wait whole days for Neptune's voiceF
And if it came at last hark and rejoiceF
There blush'd no summer eve but I would steerL2
My skiff along green shelving coasts to hearM2
The shepherd's pipe come clear from aery steepE2
Mingled with ceaseless bleatings of his sheepE2
And never was a day of summer shineF
But I beheld its birth upon the brineF
For I would watch all night to see unfoldE
Heaven's gates and Aethon snort his morning goldE
Wide o'er the swelling streams and constantlyE
At brim of day tide on some grassy leaE
My nets would be spread out and I at restE
The poor folk of the sea country I blestE
With daily boon of fish most delicateE
They knew not whence this bounty and elateE
Would strew sweet flowers on a sterile beachN
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Why was I not contented Wherefore reachN
At things which but for thee O LatmianF
Had been my dreary death Fool I beganF
To feel distemper'd longings to desireX
The utmost privilege that ocean's sireX
Could grant in benediction to be freeE
Of all his kingdom Long in miseryE
I wasted ere in one extremest fitE
I plung'd for life or death To interknitE
One's senses with so dense a breathing stuffN2
Might seem a work of pain so not enoughN2
Can I admire how crystal smooth it feltE
And buoyant round my limbs At first I dweltE
Whole days and days in sheer astonishmentE
Forgetful utterly of self intentE
Moving but with the mighty ebb and flowG
Then like a new fledg'd bird that first doth shewE
His spreaded feathers to the morrow chillG
I tried in fear the pinions of my willG
'Twas freedom and at once I visitedE
The ceaseless wonders of this ocean bedE
No need to tell thee of them for I seeE
That thou hast been a witness it must beE
For these I know thou canst not feel a drouthO
By the melancholy corners of that mouthO
So I will in my story straightway passF
To more immediate matter Woe alasF
That love should be my bane Ah Scylla fairI
Why did poor Glaucus ever ever dareI
To sue thee to his heart Kind stranger youthO
I lov'd her to the very white of truthO
And she would not conceive it Timid thingM
She fled me swift as sea bird on the wingM
Round every isle and point and promontoryI
From where large Hercules wound up his storyI
Far as Egyptian Nile My passion grewI
The more the more I saw her dainty hueI
Gleam delicately through the azure clearI
Until 'twas too fierce agony to bearI
And in that agony across my griefK
It flash'd that Circe might find some reliefK
Cruel enchantress So above the waterI
I rear'd my head and look'd for Phoebus' daughterI
Aeaea's isle was wondering at the moonF
It seem'd to whirl around me and a swoonF
Left me dead drifting to that fatal powerI
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When I awoke 'twas in a twilight bowerI
Just when the light of morn with hum of beesF
Stole through its verdurous matting of fresh treesF
How sweet and sweeter for I heard a lyreI
And over it a sighing voice expireI
It ceased I caught light footsteps and anonF
The fairest face that morn e'er look'd uponF
Push'd through a screen of roses Starry JoveK
With tears and smiles and honey words she woveK
A net whose thraldom was more bliss than allG
The range of flower'd Elysium Thus did fallG
The dew of her rich speech Ah Art awakeW
O let me hear thee speak for Cupid's sakeW
I am so oppress'd with joy Why I have shedE
An urn of tears as though thou wert cold deadE
And now I find thee living I will pourI
From these devoted eyes their silver storeI
Until exhausted of the latest dropO2
So it will pleasure thee and force thee stopO2
Here that I too may live but if beyondE
Such cool and sorrowful offerings thou art fondE
Of soothing warmth of dalliance supremeP2
If thou art ripe to taste a long love dreamP2
If smiles if dimples tongues for ardour muteE
Hang in thy vision like a tempting fruitE
O let me pluck it for thee Thus she link'dE
Her charming syllables till indistinctE
Their music came to my o'er sweeten'd soulG
And then she hover'd over me and stoleG
So near that if no nearer it had beenF
This furrow'd visage thou hadst never seenF
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Young man of Latmos thus particularI
Am I that thou may'st plainly see how farI
This fierce temptation went and thou may'st notE
Exclaim How then was Scylla quite forgotE
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Who could resist Who in this universeF
She did so breathe ambrosia so immerseF
My fine existence in a golden climeP2
She took me like a child of suckling timeP2
And cradled me in roses Thus condemn'dE
The current of my former life was stemm'dE
And to this arbitrary queen of senseF
I bow'd a tranced vassal nor would thenceF
Have mov'd even though Amphion's harp had woo'dE
Me back to Scylla o'er the billows rudeE
For as Apollo each eve doth deviseF
A new appareling for western skiesF
So every eve nay every spendthrift hourI
Shed balmy consciousness within that bowerI
And I was free of haunts umbrageousF
Could wander in the mazy forest houseF
Of squirrels foxes shy and antler'd deerI
And birds from coverts innermost and drearI
Warbling for very joy mellifluous sorrowI
To me new born delightsF
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Now let me borrowI
For moments few a temperament as sternF
As Pluto's sceptre that my words not burnF
These uttering lips while I in calm speech tellG
How specious heaven was changed to real hellG
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One morn she left me sleeping half awakeW
I sought for her smooth arms and lips to slakeW
My greedy thirst with nectarous camel draughtsF
But she was gone Whereat the barbed shaftsF
Of disappointment stuck in me so soreI
That out I ran and search'd the forest o'erI
Wandering about in pine and cedar gloomP2
Damp awe assail'd me for there 'gan to boomP2
A sound of moan an agony of soundE
Sepulchral from the distance all aroundE
Then came a conquering earth thunder and rumbledE
That fierce complain to silence while I stumbledE
Down a precipitous path as if impell'dE
I came to a dark valley Groanings swell'dE
Poisonous about my ears and louder grewI
The nearer I approach'd a flame's gaunt blueI
That glar'd before me through a thorny brakeW
This fire like the eye of gordian snakeW
Bewitch'd me towards and I soon was nearI
A sight too fearful for the feel of fearI
In thicket hid I curs'd the haggard sceneF
The banquet of my arms my arbour queenF
Seated upon an uptorn forest rootE
And all around her shapes wizard and bruteE
Laughing and wailing groveling serpentingW
Shewing tooth tusk and venom bag and stingW
O such deformities Old Charon's selfK
Should he give up awhile his penny pelfK
And take a dream 'mong rushes StygianF
It could not be so phantasied Fierce wanF
And tyrannizing was the lady's lookW
As over them a gnarled staff she shookW
Oft times upon the sudden she laugh'd outE
And from a basket emptied to the routE
Clusters of grapes the which they raven'd quickW
And roar'd for more with many a hungry lickW
About their shaggy jaws Avenging slowI
Anon she took a branch of mistletoeI
And emptied on't a black dull gurgling phialI
Groan'd one and all as if some piercing trialI
Was sharpening for their pitiable bonesF
She lifted up the charm appealing groansF
From their poor breasts went sueing to her earI
In vain remorseless as an infant's bierI
She whisk'd against their eyes the sooty oilI
Whereat was heard a noise of painful toilI
Increasing gradual to a tempest rageS
Shrieks yells and groans of torture pilgrimageS
Until their grieved bodies 'gan to bloatE
And puff from the tail's end to stifled throatE
Then was appalling silence then a sightE
More wildering than all that hoarse affrightE
For the whole herd as by a whirlwind writhenF
Went through the dismal air like one huge PythonF
Antagonizing Boreas and so vanish'dE
Yet there was not a breath of wind she banish'dE
These phantoms with a nod Lo from the darkW
Came waggish fauns and nymphs and satyrs starkW
With dancing and loud revelry and wentE
Swifter than centaurs after rapine bentE
Sighing an elephant appear'd and bow'dE
Before the fierce witch speaking thus aloudE
In human accent Potent goddess chiefK
Of pains resistless make my being briefK
Or let me from this heavy prison flyI
Or give me to the air or let me dieI
I sue not for my happy crown againF
I sue not for my phalanx on the plainF
I sue not for my lone my widow'd wifeK
I sue not for my ruddy drops of lifeK
My children fair my lovely girls and boysF
I will forget them I will pass these joysF
Ask nought so heavenward so too too highI
Only I pray as fairest boon to dieI
Or be deliver'd from this cumbrous fleshQ2
From this gross detestable filthy meshQ2
And merely given to the cold bleak airI
Have mercy Goddess Circe feel my prayerI
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That curst magician's name fell icy numbP2
Upon my wild conjecturing truth had comeP2
Naked and sabre like against my heartE
I saw a fury whetting a death dartE
And my slain spirit overwrought with frightE
Fainted away in that dark lair of nightE
Think my deliverer how desolateE
My waking must have been disgust and hateE
And terrors manifold divided meP2
A spoil amongst them I prepar'd to fleeP2
Into the dungeon core of that wild woodE
I fled three days when lo before me stoodE
Glaring the angry witch O Dis even nowF
A clammy dew is beading on my browF
At mere remembering her pale laugh and curseF
Ha ha Sir Dainty there must be a nurseF
Made of rose leaves and thistledown expressF
To cradle thee my sweet and lull thee yesF
I am too flinty hard for thy nice touchR2
My tenderest squeeze is but a giant's clutchR2
So fairy thing it shall have lullabiesF
Unheard of yet and it shall still its criesF
Upon some breast more lily feminineF
Oh no it shall not pine and pine and pineF
More than one pretty trifling thousand yearsF
And then 'twere pity but fate's gentle shearsF
Cut short its immortality Sea flirtE
Young dove of the waters truly I'll not hurtE
One hair of thine see how I weep and sighI
That our heart broken parting is so nighI
And must we part Ah yes it must be soI
Yet ere thou leavest me in utter woeI
Let me sob over thee my last adieusI
And speak a blessing Mark me thou hast thewsI
Immortal for thou art of heavenly raceI
But such a love is mine that here I chaseI
Eternally away from thee all bloomP2
Of youth and destine thee towards a tombP2
Hence shalt thou quickly to the watery vastE
And there ere many days be overpastE
Disabled age shall seize thee and even thenF
Thou shalt not go the way of aged menF
But live and wither cripple and still breatheO
Ten hundred years which gone I then bequeathO
Thy fragile bones to unknown burialI
Adieu sweet love adieu As shot stars fallI
She fled ere I could groan for mercy StungW
And poisoned was my spirit despair sungW
A war song of defiance 'gainst all hellI
A hand was at my shoulder to compelI
My sullen steps another 'fore my eyesI
Moved on with pointed finger In this guiseI
Enforced at the last by ocean's foamP2
I found me by my fresh my native homeP2
Its tempering coolness to my life akinF
Came salutary as I waded inF
And with a blind voluptuous rage I gaveK
Battle to the swollen billow ridge and draveK
Large froth before me while there yet remain'dE
Hale strength nor from my bones all marrow drain'dE
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Young lover I must weep such hellish spiteE
With dry cheek who can tell While thus my mightE
Proving upon this element dismay'dE
Upon a dead thing's face my hand I laidE
I look'd 'twas Scylla Cursed cursed CirceI
O vulture witch hast never heard of mercyI
Could not thy harshest vengeance be contentE
But thou must nip this tender innocentE
Because I lov'd her Cold O cold indeedE
Were her fair limbs and like a common weedE
The sea swell took her hair Dead as she wasI
I clung about her waist nor ceas'd to passI
Fleet as an arrow through unfathom'd brineF
Until there shone a fabric crystallineF
Ribb'd and inlaid with coral pebble and pearlI
Headlong I darted at one eager swirlI
Gain'd its bright portal enter'd and beholdE
'Twas vast and desolate and icy coldE
And all around But wherefore this to theeI
Who in few minutes more thyself shalt seeI
I left poor Scylla in a niche and fledE
My fever'd parchings up my scathing dreadE
Met palsy half way soon these limbs becameP2
Gaunt wither'd sapless feeble cramp'd and lameP2
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Now let me pass a cruel cruel spaceI
Without one hope without one faintest traceI
Of mitigation or redeeming bubbleI
Of colour'd phantasy for I fear 'twould troubleI
Thy brain to loss of reason and next tellI
How a restoring chance came down to quellI
One half of the witch in me On a dayE
Sitting upon a rock above the sprayE
I saw grow up from the horizon's brinkW
A gallant vessel soon she seem'd to sinkW
Away from me again as though her courseI
Had been resum'd in spite of hindering forceI
So vanish'd and not long before aroseI
Dark clouds and muttering of winds moroseI
Old Eolus would stifle his mad spleenF
But could not therefore all the billows greenF
Toss'd up the silver spume against the cloudsI
The tempest came I saw that vessel's shroudsI
In perilous bustle while upon the deckW
Stood trembling creatures I beheld the wreckW
The final gulphing the poor struggling soulsI
I heard their cries amid loud thunder rollsI
O they had all been sav'd but crazed eldE
Annull'd my vigorous cravings and thus quell'dE
And curb'd think on't O Latmian did I sitE
Writhing with pity and a cursing fitE
Against that hell born Circe The crew had goneF
By one and one to pale oblivionF
And I was gazing on the surges proneF
With many a scalding tear and many a groanF
When at my feet emerg'd an old man's handE
Grasping this scroll and this same slender wandE
I knelt with pain reached out my hand had grasp'dE
These treasures touch'd the knuckles they unclasp'dE
I caught a finger but the downward weightE
O'erpowered me it sank Then 'gan abateE
The storm and through chill aguish gloom outburstE
The comfortable sun I was athirstE
To search the book and in the warming airI
Parted its dripping leaves with eager careI
Strange matters did it treat of and drew onF
My soul page after page till well nigh wonF
Into forgetfulness when stupefiedE
I read these words and read again and triedE
My eyes against the heavens and read againF
O what a load of misery and painF
Each Atlas line bore off a shine of hopeS2
Came gold around me cheering me to copeS2
Strenuous with hellish tyranny AttendE
For thou hast brought their promise to an endE
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In the wide sea there lives a forlorn wretchR2
Doom'd with enfeebled carcase to outstretchR2
His loath'd existence through ten centuriesI
And then to die alone Who can deviseI
A total opposition No one SoI
One million times ocean must ebb and flowI
And he oppressed Yet he shall not dieE
These things accomplish'd If he utterlyI
Scans all the depths of magic and expoundsI
The meanings of all motions shapes and soundsI
If he explores all forms and substancesI
Straight homeward to their symbol essencesI
He shall not die Moreover and in chiefK
He must pursue this task of joy and griefK
Most piously all lovers tempest tostE
And in the savage overwhelming lostE
He shall deposit side by side untilI
Time's creeping shall the dreary space fulfilI
Which done and all these labours ripenedE
A youth by heavenly power lov'd and ledE
Shall stand before him whom he shall directE
How to consummate all The youth electE
Must do the thing or both will be destroy'dE
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Then cried the young Endymion overjoy'dE
We are twin brothers in this destinyI
Say I intreat thee what achievement highE
Is in this restless world for me reserv'dE
What if from thee my wandering feet had swerv'dE
Had we both perish'd Look the sage repliedE
Dost thou not mark a gleaming through the tideE
Of divers brilliances 'tis the edificeI
I told thee of where lovely Scylla liesI
And where I have enshrined piouslyI
All lovers whom fell storms have doom'd to dieE
Throughout my bondage Thus discoursing onF
They went till unobscur'd the porches shoneF
Which hurryingly they gain'd and enter'd straightE
Sure never since king Neptune held his stateE
Was seen such wonder underneath the starsI
Turn to some level plain where haughty MarsI
Has legion'd all his battle and beholdE
How every soldier with firm foot doth holdE
His even breast see many steeled squaresI
And rigid ranks of iron whence who daresI
One step Imagine further line by lineF
These warrior thousands on the field supineF
So in that crystal place in silent rowsI
Poor lovers lay at rest from joys and woesI
The stranger from the mountains breathless trac'dE
Such thousands of shut eyes in order plac'dE
Such ranges of white feet and patient lipsI
All ruddy for here death no blossom nipsI
He mark'd their brows and foreheads saw their hairI
Put sleekly on one side with nicest careI
And each one's gentle wrists with reverenceI
Put cross wise to its heartE
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Let us commenceI
Whisper'd the guide stuttering with joy even nowF
He spake and trembling like an aspen boughF
Began to tear his scroll in pieces smallI
Uttering the while some mumblings funeralI
He tore it into pieces small as snowI
That drifts unfeather'd when bleak northerns blowI
And having done it took his dark blue cloakW
And bound it round Endymion then struckW
His wand against the empty air times nineF
What more there is to do young man is thineF
But first a little patience first undoE
This tangled thread and wind it to a clueE
Ah gentle 'tis as weak as spider's skeinF
And shouldst thou break it What is it done so cleanF
A power overshadows thee Oh braveK
The spite of hell is tumbling to its graveK
Here is a shell 'tis pearly blank to meI
Nor mark'd with any sign or characteryI
Canst thou read aught O read for pity's sakeW
Olympus we are safe Now Carian breakW
This wand against yon lyre on the pedestalI
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'Twas done and straight with sudden swell and fallI
Sweet music breath'd her soul away and sigh'dE
A lullaby to silence Youth now strewI
These minced leaves on me and passing throughI
Those files of dead scatter the same aroundE
And thou wilt see the issue 'Mid the soundE
Of flutes and viols ravishing his heartE
Endymion from Glaucus stood apartE
And scatter'd in his face some fragments lightE
How lightning swift the change a youthful wightE
Smiling beneath a coral diademP2
Out sparkling sudden like an upturn'd gemP2
Appear'd and stepping to a beauteous corseI
Kneel'd down beside it and with tenderest forceI
Press'd its cold hand and wept and Scylla sigh'dE
Endymion with quick hand the charm appliedE
The nymph arose he left them to their joyS
And onward went upon his high employS
Showering those powerful fragments on the deadE
And as he pass'd each lifted up its headE
As doth a flower at Apollo's touchR2
Death felt it to his inwards 'twas too muchR2
Death fell a weeping in his charnel houseI
The Latmian persever'd along and thusI
All were re animated There aroseI
A noise of harmony pulses and throesI
Of gladness in the air while many whoI
Had died in mutual arms devout and trueI
Sprang to each other madly and the restE
Felt a high certainty of being blestE
They gaz'd upon Endymion EnchantmentE
Grew drunken and would have its head and bentE
Delicious symphonies like airy flowersI
Budded and swell'd and full blown shed full showersI
Of light soft unseen leaves of sounds divineF
The two deliverers tasted a pure wineF
Of happiness from fairy press ooz'd outE
Speechless they eyed each other and aboutE
The fair assembly wander'd to and froI
Distracted with the richest overflowI
Of joy that ever pour'd from heavenF
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AwayE
Shouted the new born god Follow and payE
Our piety to Neptunus supremeP2
Then Scylla blushing sweetly from her dreamP2
They led on first bent to her meek surpriseI
Through portal columns of a giant sizeI
Into the vaulted boundless emeraldE
Joyous all follow'd as the leader call'dE
Down marble steps pouring as easilyI
As hour glass sand and fast as you might seeI
Swallows obeying the south summer's callI
Or swans upon a gentle waterfallI
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Thus went that beautiful multitude nor farI
Ere from among some rocks of glittering sparI
Just within ken they saw descending thickW
Another multitude Whereat more quickW
Moved either host On a wide sand they metE
And of those numbers every eye was wetE
For each their old love found A murmuring roseI
Like what was never heard in all the throesI
Of wind and waters 'tis past human witE
To tell 'tis dizziness to think of itE
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This mighty consummation made the hostE
Mov'd on for many a league and gain'd and lostE
Huge sea marks vanward swelling in arrayE
And from the rear diminishing awayE
Till a faint dawn surpris'd them Glaucus criedE
Behold behold the palace of his prideE
God Neptune's palaces With noise increas'dE
They shoulder'd on towards that brightening eastE
At every onward step proud domes aroseI
In prospect diamond gleams and golden glowsI
Of amber 'gainst their faces levellingW
Joyous and many as the leaves in springW
Still onward still the splendour gradual swell'dE
Rich opal domes were seen on high upheldE
By jasper pillars letting through their shaftsI
A blush of coral Copious wonder draughtsI
Each gazer drank and deeper drank more nearI
For what poor mortals fragment up as mereI
As marble was there lavish to the vastE
Of one fair palace that far far surpass'dE
Even for common bulk those olden threeI
Memphis and Babylon and NinevehK
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As large as bright as colour'd as the bowF
Of Iris when unfading it doth shewI
Beyond a silvery shower was the archR2
Through which this Paphian army took its marchR2
Into the outer courts of Neptune's stateE
Whence could be seen direct a golden gateE
To which the leaders sped but not half raughtE
Ere it burst open swift as fairy thoughtE
And made those dazzled thousands veil their eyesI
Like callow eagles at the first sunriseI
Soon with an eagle nativeness their gazeI
Ripe from hue golden swoons took all the blazeI
And then behold large Neptune on his throneF
Of emerald deep yet not exalt aloneF
At his right hand stood winged Love and onF
His left sat smiling Beauty's paragonF
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Far as the mariner on highest mastE
Can see all round upon the calmed vastE
So wide was Neptune's hall and as the blueI
Doth vault the waters so the waters drewI
Their doming curtains high magnificentE
Aw'd from the throne aloof and when storm rentE
Disclos'd the thunder gloomings in Jove's airI
But sooth'd as now flash'd sudden everywhereI
Noiseless sub marine cloudlets glitteringW
Death to a human eye for there did springW
From natural west and east and south and northO
A light as of four sunsets blazing forthO
A gold green zenith 'bove the Sea God's headE
Of lucid depth the floor and far outspreadE
As breezeless lake on which the slim canoeI
Of feather'd Indian darts about as throughI
The delicatest air air verilyI
But for the portraiture of clouds and skyW
This palace floor breath air but for the amazeI
Of deep seen wonders motionless and blazeI
Of the dome pomp reflected in extremesI
Globing a golden sphereI
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They stood in dreamsI
Till Triton blew his horn The palace rangW
The Nereids danc'd the Syrens faintly sangW
And the great Sea King bow'd his dripping headE
Then Love took wing and from his pinions shedE
On all the multitude a nectarous dewI
The ooze born Goddess beckoned and drewI
Fair Scylla and her guides to conferenceI
And when they reach'd the throned eminenceI
She kist the sea nymph's cheek who sat her downF
A toying with the doves Then Mighty crownF
And sceptre of this kingdom Venus saidE
Thy vows were on a time to Nais paidE
Behold Two copious tear drops instant fellI
From the God's large eyes he smil'd delectableI
And over Glaucus held his blessing handsI
Endymion Ah still wandering in the bandsI
Of love Now this is cruel Since the hourI
I met thee in earth's bosom all my powerI
Have I put forth to serve thee What not yetE
Escap'd from dull mortality's harsh netE
A little patience youth 'twill not be longW
Or I am skilless quite an idle tongueW
A humid eye and steps luxuriousI
Where these are new and strange are ominousI
Aye I have seen these signs in one of heavenF
When others were all blind and were I givenF
To utter secrets haply I might sayE
Some pleasant words but Love will have his dayE
So wait awhile expectant Pr'ythee soonF
Even in the passing of thine honey moonF
Visit my Cytherea thou wilt findE
Cupid well natured my Adonis kindE
And pray persuade with thee Ah I have doneF
All blisses be upon thee my sweet sonF
Thus the fair goddess while EndymionF
Knelt to receive those accents halcyonF
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Meantime a glorious revelry beganF
Before the Water Monarch Nectar ranF
In courteous fountains to all cups outreach'dE
And plunder'd vines teeming exhaustless pleach'dE
New growth about each shell and pendent lyreI
The which in disentangling for their fireI
Pull'd down fresh foliage and covertureI
For dainty toying Cupid empire sureI
Flutter'd and laugh'd and oft times through the throngW
Made a delighted way Then dance and songW
And garlanding grew wild and pleasure reign'dE
In harmless tendril they each other chain'dE
And strove who should be smother'd deepest inF
Fresh crush of leavesI
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O 'tis a very sinF
For one so weak to venture his poor verseI
In such a place as this O do not curseI
High Muses let him hurry to the endingW
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All suddenly were silent A soft blendingW
Of dulcet instruments came charminglyI
And then a hymnF
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KING of the stormy seaI
Brother of Jove and co inheritorI
Of elements Eternally beforeI
Thee the waves awful bow Fast stubborn rockW
At thy fear'd trident shrinking doth unlockW
Its deep foundations hissing into foamP2
All mountain rivers lost in the wide homeP2
Of thy capacious bosom ever flowI
Thou frownest and old Eolus thy foeI
Skulks to his cavern 'mid the gruff complaintE
Of all his rebel tempests Dark clouds faintE
When from thy diadem a silver gleamP2
Slants over blue dominion Thy bright teamP2
Gulphs in the morning light and scuds alongW
To bring thee nearer to that golden songW
Apollo singeth while his chariotE
Waits at the doors of heaven Thou art notE
For scenes like this an empire stern hast thouF
And it hath furrow'd that large front yet nowF
As newly come of heaven dost thou sitE
To blend and interknitE
Subdued majesty with this glad timeP2
O shell borne King sublimeP2
We lay our hearts before thee evermoreI
We sing and we adoreI
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Breathe softly flutesI
Be tender of your strings ye soothing lutesI
Nor be the trumpet heard O vain O vainF
Not flowers budding in an April rainF
Nor breath of sleeping dove nor river's flowI
No nor the Eolian twang of Love's own bowF
Can mingle music fit for the soft earI
Of goddess CythereaI
Yet deign white Queen of Beauty thy fair eyesI
On our souls' sacrificeI
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Bright winged ChildE
Who has another care when thou hast smil'dE
Unfortunates on earth we see at lastE
All death shadows and glooms that overcastE
Our spirits fann'd away by thy light pinionsI
O sweetest essence sweetest of all minionsI
God of warm pulses and dishevell'd hairI
And panting bosoms bareI
Dear unseen light in darkness eclipserI
Of light in light delicious poisonerI
Thy venom'd goblet will we quaff untilI
We fill we fillI
And by thy Mother's lipsI
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Was heard no moreI
For clamour when the golden palace doorI
Opened again and from without in shoneF
A new magnificence On oozy throneF
Smooth moving came Oceanus the oldE
To take a latest glimpse at his sheep foldE
Before he went into his quiet caveK
To muse for ever Then a lucid waveK
Scoop'd from its trembling sisters of mid seaI
Afloat and pillowing up the majestyI
Of Doris and the Egean seer her spouseI
Next on a dolphin clad in laurel boughsI
Theban Amphion leaning on his luteE
His fingers went across it All were muteE
To gaze on Amphitrite queen of pearlsI
And Thetis pearly tooE
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The palace whirlsI
Around giddy Endymion seeing heI
Was there far strayed from mortalityI
He could not bear it shut his eyes in vainF
Imagination gave a dizzier painF
O I shall die sweet Venus be my stayE
Where is my lovely mistress Well awayE
I die I hear her voice I feel my wingW
At Neptune's feet he sank A sudden ringW
Of Nereids were about him in kind strifeK
To usher back his spirit into lifeK
But still he slept At last they interwoveK
Their cradling arms and purpos'd to conveyK
Towards a crystal bower far awayK
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Lo while slow carried through the pitying crowdE
To his inward senses these words spake aloudE
Written in star light on the dark aboveK
Dearest Endymion my entire loveK
How have I dwelt in fear of fate 'tis doneF
Immortal bliss for me too hast thou wonF
Arise then for the hen dove shall not hatchR2
Her ready eggs before I'll kissing snatchR2
Thee into endless heaven Awake awakeW
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The youth at once arose a placid lakeW
Came quiet to his eyes and forest greenF
Cooler than all the wonders he had seenF
Lull'd with its simple song his fluttering breastE
How happy once again in grassy nestE

John Keats



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