Hyperion, A Vision : Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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CANTO I	A
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Fanatics have their dreams wherewith they weave	B
A paradise for a sect the savage too	C
From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep	D
Guesses at heaven pity these have not	E
Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf	F
The shadows of melodious utterance	G
But bare of laurel they live dream and die	A
For Poesy alone can tell her dreams	H
With the fine spell of words alone can save	I
Imagination from the sable chain	J
And dumb enchantment Who alive can say	K
Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams	H
Since every man whose soul is not a clod	A
Hath visions and would speak if he had loved	A
And been well nurtured in his mother tongue	L
Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse	M
Be poet's or fanatic's will be known	N
When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave	I
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Methought I stood where trees of every clime	O
Palm myrtle oak and sycamore and beech	P
With plantane and spice blossoms made a screen	Q
In neighbourhood of fountains by the noise	R
Soft showering in mine ears and by the touch	S
Of scent not far from roses Twining round	A
I saw an arbour with a drooping roof	T
Of trellis vines and bells and larger blooms	U
Like floral censers swinging light in air	V
Before its wreathed doorway on a mound	A
Of moss was spread a feast of summer fruits	W
Which nearer seen seem'd refuse of a meal	X
By angel tasted or our Mother Eve	B
For empty shells were scatter'd on the grass	Y
And grapestalks but half bare and remnants more	Z
Sweet smelling whose pure kinds I could not know	A2
Still was more plenty than the fabled horn	B2
Thrice emptied could pour forth at banqueting	L
For Prosperine return'd to her own fields	C2
Where the white heifers low And appetite	A
More yearning than on earth I ever felt	A
Growing within I ate deliciously	D2
And after not long thirsted for thereby	A
Stood a cool vessel of transparent juice	E2
Sipp'd by the wander'd bee the which I took	L
And pledging all the mortals of the world	A
And all the dead whose names are in our lips	F2
Drank That full draught is parent of my theme	O
No Asian poppy nor elixir fine	G2
Of the soon fading jealous Caliphat	A
No poison gender'd in close monkish cell	H2
To thin the scarlet conclave of old men	I2
Could so have rapt unwilling life away	K
Among the fragment husks and berries crush'd	A
Upon the grass I struggled hard against	A
The domineering potion but in vain	J
The cloudy swoon came on and down I sank	L
Like a Silenus on an antique vase	J2
How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess	K2
When sense of life return'd I started up	L2
As if with wings but the fair trees were gone	M2
The mossy mound and arbour were no more	Z
I look'd around upon the curved sides	N2
Of an old sanctuary with roof august	A
Builded so high it seem'd that filmed clouds	O2
Might spread beneath as o'er the stars of heaven	P2
So old the place was I remember'd none	P2
The like upon the earth what I had seen	Q
Of grey cathedrals buttress'd walls rent towers	Q2
The superannuations of sunk realms	R2
Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds	S2
Seem'd but the faulture of decrepit things	T2
To that eternal domed monument	A
Upon the marble at my feet there lay	K
Store of strange vessels and large draperies	U2
Which needs have been of dyed asbestos wove	V2
Or in that place the moth could not corrupt	A
So white the linen so in some distinct	A
Ran imageries from a sombre loom	O
All in a mingled heap confus'd there lay	K
Robes golden tongs censer and chafing dish	W2
Girdles and chains and holy jewelries	U2
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Turning from these with awe once more I raised	A
My eyes to fathom the space every way	K
The embossed roof the silent massy range	X2
Of columns north and south ending in mist	A
Of nothing then to eastward where black gates	U2
Were shut against the sunrise evermore	Z
Then to the west I look'd and saw far off	Y2
An image huge of feature as a cloud	A
At level of whose feet an altar slept	A
To be approach'd on either side by steps	U2
And marble balustrade and patient travail	Z2
To count with toil the innumerable degrees	U2
Towards the altar sober pac'd I went	A
Repressing haste as too unholy there	V
And coming nearer saw beside the shrine	G2
One ministering and there arose a flame	O
When in mid day the sickening east wind	A
Shifts sudden to the south the small warm rain	J
Melts out of the frozen incense from all flowers	U2
And fills the air with so much pleasant health	A3
That even the dying man forgets his shroud	A
Even so that lofty sacrificial fire	B3
Sending forth Maian incense spread around	A
Forgetfulness of everything but bliss	U2
And clouded all the altar with soft smoke	L
From whose white fragrant curtains thus I heard	A
Language pronounc'd If thou canst not ascend	A
These steps die on that marble where thou art	A
Thy flesh near cousin to the common dust	A
Will parch for lack of nutriment thy bones	U2
Will wither in few years and vanish so	U2
That not the quickest eye could find a grain	J
Of what thou now art on that pavement cold	A
The sands of thy short life are spent this hour	B3
And no hand in the universe can turn	C3
Thy hourglass if these gummed leaves be burnt	A
Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps	U2
I heard I look'd two senses both at once	U2
So fine so subtle felt the tyranny	D2
Of that fierce threat and the hard task proposed	A
Prodigious seem'd the toil the leaves were yet	A
Burning when suddenly a palsied chill	D3
Struck from the paved level up my limbs	U2
And was ascending quick to put cold grasp	E3
Upon those streams that pulse beside the throat	A
I shriek'd and the sharp anguish of my shriek	L
Stung my own ears I strove hard to escape	F3
The numbness strove to gain the lowest step	G3
Slow heavy deadly was my pace the cold	A
Grew stifling suffocating at the heart	A
And when I clasp'd my hands I felt them not	A
One minute before death my ic'd foot touch'd	A
The lowest stair and as it touch'd life seem'd	A
To pour in at the toes I mounted up	L2
As once fair angels on a ladder flew	C
From the green turf to heaven Holy Power	B3
Cry'd I approaching near the horned shrine	G2
What am I that another death come not	A
To choke my utterance sacrilegious here	H3
Then said the veiled shadow Thou hast felt	A
What 'tis to die and live again before	Z
Thy fated hour that thou hadst power to do so	U2
Is thine own safety thou hast dated on	I3
Thy doom High Prophetess said I purge off	Y2
Benign if so it please thee my mind's film	O
None can usurp this height return'd that shade	A
But those to whom the miseries of the world	A
Are misery and will not let them rest	A
All else who find a haven in the world	A
Where they may thoughtless sleep away their days	U2
If by a chance into this fane they come	O
Rot on the pavement where thou rottedst half	J3
Are there not thousands in the world said I	A
Encourag'd by the sooth voice of the shade	A
Who love their fellows even to the death	K3
Who feel the giant agony of the world	A
And more like slaves to poor humanity	D2
Labour for mortal good I sure should see	D2
Other men here but I am here alone	N
Those whom thou spakest of are no visionaries	U2
Rejoin'd that voice they are no dreamers weak	L
They seek no wonder but the human face	U2
No music but a happy noted voice	U2
They come not here they have no thought to come	O
And thou art here for thou art less than they	K
What benefit canst thou do or all thy tribe	L3
To the great world Thou art a dreaming thing	L
A fever of thyself think of the earth	M3
What bliss even in hope is there for thee	D2
What haven every creature hath its home	O
Every sole man hath days of joy and pain	J
Whether his labours be sublime or low	U2
The pain alone the joy alone distinct	A
Only the dreamer venoms all his days	U2
Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve	N3
Therefore that happiness be somewhat shared	A
Such things as thou art are admitted oft	A
Into like gardens thou didst pass erewhile	U2
And suffer'd in these temples for that cause	U2
Thou standest safe beneath this statue's knees	U2
That I am favour'd for unworthiness	U2
But such propitious parley medicined	A
In sickness not ignoble I rejoice	U2
Aye and could weep for love of such award	A
So answer'd I continuing If it please	U2
Majestic shadow tell me where I am	O
Whose altar this for whom this incense curls	U2
What image this whose face I cannot see	U2
For the broad marble knees and who thou art	A
Of accent feminine so courteous	U2
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Then the tall shade in drooping linen veil'd	A
Spoke out so much more earnest that her breath	K3
Stirr'd the thin folds of gauze that drooping hung	L
About a golden censer from her hand	A
Pendent and by her voice I knew she shed	A
Long treasured tears This temple sad and lone	N
Is all spar'd from the thunder of a war	Z
Foughten long since by giant hierarchy	U2
Against rebellion this old image here	H3
Whose carved features wrinkled as he fell	U2
Is Saturn's I Moneta left supreme	O
Sole goddess of this desolation	P2
I had no words to answer for my tongue	L
Useless could find about its roofed home	O
No syllable of a fit majesty	U2
To make rejoinder of Moneta's mourn	B2
There was a silence while the altar's blaze	U2
Was fainting for sweet food I look'd thereon	M2
And on the paved floor where nigh were piled	A
Faggots of cinnamon and many heaps	U2
Of other crisped spicewood then again	I2
I look'd upon the altar and its horns	U2
Whiten'd with ashes and its languorous flame	O
And then upon the offerings again	I2
And so by turns till sad Moneta cry'd	A
The sacrifice is done but not the less	U2
Will I be kind to thee for thy good will	U2
My power which to me is still a curse	U2
Shall be to thee a wonder for the scenes	U2
Still swooning vivid through my globbed brain	J
With an electral changing misery	U2
Thou shalt with these dull mortal eyes behold	A
Free from all pain if wonder pain thee not	A
As near as an immortal's sphered words	U2
Could to a mother's soften were these last	A
And yet I had a terror of her robes	U2
And chiefly of the veils that from her brow	O3
Hung pale and curtain'd her in mysteries	U2
That made my heart too small to hold its blood	A
This saw that Goddess and with sacred hand	A
Parted the veils Then saw I a wan face	U2
Not pin'd by human sorrows but bright blanch'd	A
By an immortal sickness which kills not	A
It works a constant change which happy death	K3
Can put no end to deathwards progressing	L
To no death was that visage it had past	A
The lilly and the snow and beyond these	U2
I must not think now though I saw that face	U2
But for her eyes I should have fled away	K
They held me back with a benignant light	A
Soft mitigated by divinest lids	U2
Half clos'd and visionless entire they seem'd	A
Of all external things they saw me not	A
But in blank splendour beam'd like the mild moon	P3
Who comforts those she sees not who knows not	A
What eyes are upward cast As I had found	A
A grain of gold upon a mountain's side	A
And twing'd with avarice strain'd out my eyes	U2
To search its sullen entrails rich with ore	Z
So at the sad view of Moneta's brow	O3
I ask'd to see what things the hollow brow	O3
Behind environ'd what high tragedy	A
In the dark secret chambers of her skull	U2
Was acting that could give so dread a stress	U2
To her cold lips and fill with such a light	A
Her planetary eyes and touch her voice	U2
With such a sorrow Shade of Memory	A
Cried I with act adorant at her feet	A
By all the gloom hung round thy fallen house	U2
By this last temple by the golden age	Q3
By Great Apollo thy dear Foster child	A
And by thyself forlorn divinity	A
The pale Omega of a wither'd race	U2
Let me behold according as thou saidst	A
What in thy brain so ferments to and fro	U2
No sooner had this conjuration past	A
My devout lips than side by side we stood	A
Like a stunt bramble by a solemn pine	G2
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale	U2
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn	B2
Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star	R3
Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs	U2
And saw what first I thought an image huge	S3
Like to the image pedestall'd so high	A
In Saturn's temple then Moneta's voice	U2
Came brief upon mine ear So Saturn sat	A
When he had lost his realms whereon there grew	C
A power within me of enormous ken	I2
To see as a god sees and take the depth	T3
Of things as nimbly as the outward eye	A
Can size and shape pervade The lofty theme	O
Of those few words hung vast before my mind	A
With half unravell'd web I sat myself	U3
Upon an eagle's watch that I might see	A
And seeing ne'er forget No stir of life	V3
Was in this shrouded vale not so much air	V
As in the zoning of a summer's day	A
Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass	U2
But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest	A
A stream went noiseless by still deaden'd more	Z
By reason of the fallen divinity	A
Spreading more shade the Naiad 'mid her reeds	U2
Prest her cold finger closer to her lips	U2
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Along the margin sand large foot marks went	A
No further than to where old Saturn's feet	A
Had rested and there slept how long a sleep	D
Degraded cold upon the sodden ground	A
His old right hand lay nerveless listless dead	A
Unsceptred and his realmless eyes were closed	A
While his bow'd head seem'd listening to the Earth	M3
His ancient mother for some comfort yet	A
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It seem'd no force could wake him from his place	U2
But there came one who with a kindred hand	A
Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low	U2
With reverence though to one who knew it not	A
Then came the griev'd voice of Mnemosyne	I2
And griev'd I hearken'd That divinity	A
Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood	A
And with slow pace approach our fallen king	L
Is Thea softest natured of our brood	A
I mark'd the Goddess in fair statuary	A
Surpassing wan Moneta by the head	A
And in her sorrow nearer woman's tears	U2
There was a list'ning fear in her regard	A
As if calamity had but begun	I2
As if the venom'd clouds of evil days	U2
Had spent their malice and the sullen rear	W3
Was with its stored thunder labouring up	L2
One hand she press'd upon that aching spot	A
Where beats the human heart as if just there	V
Though an immortal she felt cruel pain	I2
The other upon Saturn's bended neck	L
She laid and to the level of his ear	H3
Leaning with parted lips some words she spoke	L
In solemn tenour and deep organ tone	I2
Some mourning words which in our feeble tongue	L
Would come in this like accenting how frail	U2
To that large utterance of the early gods	U2
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Saturn look up and for what poor lost king	L
I have no comfort for thee no not one	I2
I cannot say wherefore thus sleepest thou	O3
For Heaven is parted from thee and the Earth	M3
Knows thee not so afflicted for a god	A
The Ocean too with all its solemn noise	U2
Has from thy sceptre pass'd and all the air	V
Is emptied of thy hoary majesty	A
Thy thunder captious at the new command	A
Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house	U2
And thy sharp lightning in unpractis'd hands	U2
Scourges and burns our once serene domain	I2
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With such remorseless speed still come new woes	U2
That unbelief has not a space to breathe	X3
Saturn sleep on me thoughtless why should I	A
Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude	A
Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes	U2
Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep	D
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As when upon a tranced summer night	A
Forests branch charmed by the earnest stars	U2
Dream and so dream all night without a noise	U2
Save from one gradual solitary gust	A
Swelling upon the silence dying off	Y2
As if the ebbing air had but one wave	I
So came these words and went the while in tears	U2
She prest her fair large forehead to the earth	M3
Just where her fallen hair might spread in curls	U2
A soft and silken net for Saturn's feet	A
Long long these two were postured motionless	U2
Like sculpture builded up upon the grave	I
Or their own power A long awful time	O
I look'd upon them still they were the same	O
The frozen God still bending to the earth	M3
And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet	A
Moneta silent Without stay or prop	Y3
But my own weak mortality I bore	Z
The load of this eternal quietude	A
The unchanging gloom and the three fixed shapes	U2
Ponderous upon my senses a whole moon	I2
For by my burning brain I measured sure	Z3
Her silver seasons shedded on the night	A
And every day by day methought I grew	C
More gaunt and ghostly Oftentimes I pray'd	A
Intense that death would take me from the vale	U2
And all its burthens gasping with despair	V
Of change hour after hour I curs'd myself	U3
Until old Saturn rais'd his faded eyes	U2
And look'd around and saw his kingdom gone	I2
And all the gloom and sorrow of the place	U2
And that fair kneeling Goddess at his feet	A
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As the moist scent of flowers and grass and leaves	U2
Fills forest dells with a pervading air	V
Known to the woodland nostril so the words	U2
Of Saturn fill'd the mossy glooms around	A
Even to the hollows of time eaten oaks	U2
And to the windings of the foxes' hole	U2
With sad low tones while thus he spoke and sent	A
Strange moanings to the solitary Pan	I2
Moan brethren moan for we are swallow'd up	L2
And buried from all godlike exercise	U2
Of influence benign on planets pale	U2
And peaceful sway upon man's harvesting	L
And all those acts which Deity supreme	O
Doth ease its heart of love in Moan and wail	U2
Moan brethren moan for lo the rebel spheres	U2
Spin round the stars their ancient courses keep	D
Clouds still with shadowy moisture haunt the earth	M3
Still suck their fill of light from sun and moon	I2
Still buds the tree and still the seashores murmur	B3
There is no death in all the universe	U2
No smell of death There shall be death Moan moan	I2
Moan Cybele moan for thy pernicious babes	U2
Weak as the reed weak feeble as my voice	U2
Oh Oh the pain the pain of feebleness	U2
Moan moan for still I thaw or give me help	A4
Throw down those imps and give me victory	A
Let me hear other groans and trumpets blown	I2
Of triumph calm and hymns of festival	U2
From the gold peaks of heaven's high piled clouds	U2
Voices of soft proclaim and silver stir	B3
Of strings in hollow shells and there shall be	A
Beautiful things made new for the surprise	U2
Of the sky children So he feebly ceased	A
With such a poor and sickly sounding pause	U2
Methought I heard some old man of the earth	M3
Bewailing earthly loss nor could my eyes	U2
And ears act with that unison of sense	U2
Which marries sweet sound with the grace of form	O
And dolorous accent from a tragic harp	B4
With large limb'd visions More I scrutinized	A
Still fixt he sat beneath the sable trees	U2
Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms	U2
With leaves all hush'd his awful presence there	V
Now all was silent gave a deadly lie	A
To what I erewhile heard only his lips	U2
Trembled amid the white curls of his beard	A
They told the truth though round the snowy locks	U2
Hung nobly as upon the face of heaven	I2
A mid day fleece of clouds Thea arose	U2
And stretcht her white arm through the hollow dark	L
Pointing some whither whereat he too rose	U2
Like a vast giant seen by men at sea	A
To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight	A
They melted from my sight into the woods	U2
Ere I could turn Moneta cry'd These twain	I2
Are speeding to the families of grief	F
Where rooft in by black rocks they waste in pain	I2
And darkness for no hope And she spake on	I2
As ye may read who can unwearied pass	U2
Onward from the antechamber of this dream	O
Where even at the open doors awhile	U2
I must delay and glean my memory	A
Of her high phrase perhaps no further dare	V
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CANTO II	A
	-
Mortal that thou may'st understand aright	A
I humanize my sayings to thine ear	H3
Making comparisons of earthly things	U2
Or thou might'st better listen to the wind	A
Whose language is to thee a barren noise	U2
Though it blows legend laden thro' the trees	U2
In melancholy realms big tears are shed	A
More sorrow like to this and such like woe	U2
Too huge for mortal tongue or pen of scribe	L3
The Titans fierce self hid or prison bound	A
Groan for the old allegiance once more	Z
Listening in their doom for Saturn's voice	U2
But one of the whole eagle brood still keeps	U2
His sovereignty and rule and majesty	A
Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire	B3
Still sits still snuffs the incense teeming up	L2
From Man to the Sun's God yet insecure	B3
For as upon the earth dire prodigies	U2
Fright and perplex so also shudders he	A
Not at dog's howl or gloom bird's hated screech	P
Or the familiar visiting of one	I2
Upon the first toll of his passing bell	U2
Or prophesyings of the midnight lamp	C4
But horrors portioned to a giant nerve	N3
Make great Hyperion ache His palace bright	A
Bastion'd with pyramids of shining gold	A
And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks	U2
Glares a blood red thro' all the thousand courts	U2
Arches and domes and fiery galleries	U2
And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds	U2
Flash angerly when he would taste the wreaths	U2
Of incense breath'd aloft from sacred hills	U2
Instead of sweets his ample palate takes	U2
Savour of poisonous brass and metals sick	L
Wherefore when harbour'd in the sleepy West	A
After the full completion of fair day	A
For rest divine upon exalted couch	D4
And slumber in the arms of melody	A
He paces through the pleasant hours of ease	U2
With strides colossal on from hall to hall	U2
While far within each aisle and deep recess	U2
His winged minions in close clusters stand	A
Amaz'd and full of fear like anxious men	I2
Who on a wide plain gather in sad troops	U2
When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers	U2
Even now where Saturn rous'd from icy trance	U2
Goes step for step with Thea from yon woods	U2
Hyperion leaving twilight in the rear	W3
Is sloping to the threshold of the West	A
Thither we tend Now in the clear light I stood	A
Reliev'd from the dusk vale Mnemosyne	I2
Was sitting on a square edg'd polish'd stone	I2
That in its lucid depth reflected pure	Z3
Her priestess' garments My quick eyes ran on	I2
From stately nave to nave from vault to vault	A
Through bow'rs of fragrant and enwreathed light	A
And diamond paved lustrous long arcades	U2
Anon rush'd by the bright Hyperion	I2
His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels	U2
And gave a roar as if of earthy fire	B3
That scar'd away the meek ethereal hours	U2
And made their dove wings tremble On he flared	A

John Keats

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