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I stood tip toe upon a little hill	A
The air was cooling and so very still	A
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride	B
Pull droopingly in slanting curve aside	B
Their scantly leaved and finely tapering stems	C
Had not yet lost those starry diadems	C
Caught from the early sobbing of the morn	D
The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn	D
And fresh from the clear brook sweetly they slept	E
On the blue fields of heaven and then there crept	E
A little noiseless noise among the leaves	C
Born of the very sigh that silence heaves	C
For not the faintest motion could be seen	F
Of all the shades that slanted o er the green	F
There was wide wand ring for the greediest eye	G
To peer about upon variety	H
Far round the horizon s crystal air to skim	I
And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim	I
To picture out the quaint and curious bending	J
Of a fresh woodland alley never ending	J
Or by the bowery clefts and leafy shelves	C
Guess where the jaunty streams refresh themselves	C
I gazed awhile and felt as light and free	H
As though the fanning wings of Mercury	H
Had played upon my heels I was light hearted	K
And many pleasures to my vision started	K
So I straightway began to pluck a posey	H
Of luxuries bright milky soft and rosy	H
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A bush of May flowers with the bees about them	L
Ah sure no tasteful nook would be without them	L
And let a lush laburnum oversweep them	L
And let long grass grow round the roots to keep them	L
Moist cool and green and shade the violets	C
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets	C
	-
A filbert hedge with wildbriar overtwined	K
And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind	K
Upon their summer thrones there too should be	H
The frequent chequer of a youngling tree	H
That with a score of light green breth r en shoots	C
From the quaint mossiness of aged roots	C
Round which is heard a spring head of clear waters	C
Babbling so wildly of its lovely daughters	C
The spreading blue bells it may haply mourn	D
That such fair clusters should be rudely torn	D
From their fresh beds and scattered thoughtlessly	A
By infant hands left on the path to die	K
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Open afresh your round of starry folds	C
Ye ardent marigolds	C
Dry up the moisture from your golden lids	C
For great Apollo bids	C
That in these days your praises should be sung	M
On many harps which he has lately strung	M
And when again your dewiness he kisses	C
Tell him I have you in my world of blisses	C
So haply when I rove in some far vale	A
His mighty voice may come upon the gale	A
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Here are sweet peas on tip toe for a flight	K
With wings of gentle flush o er delicate white	K
And taper fingers catching at all things	C
To bind them all about with tiny rings	C
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Linger awhile upon some bending planks	C
That lean against a streamlet s rushy banks	C
And watch intently Nature s gentle doings	C
They will be found softer than ring dove s cooings	C
How silent comes the water round that bend	K
Not the minutest whisper does it send	K
To the o erhanging sallows blades of grass	C
Slowly across the chequer d shadows pass	C
Why you might read two sonnets ere they reach	N
To where the hurrying freshnesses aye preach	N
A natural sermon o er their pebbly beds	C
Where swarms of minnows show their little heads	C
Staying their wavy bodies gainst the streams	C
To taste the luxury of sunny beams	C
Temper d with coolness How they ever wrestle	A
With their own sweet delight and ever nestle	A
Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand	K
If you but scantily hold out the hand	K
That very instant not one will remain	O
But turn your eye and they are there again	P
The ripples seem right glad to reach those cresses	C
And cool themselves among the em rald tresses	C
The while they cool themselves they freshness give	Q
And moisture that the bowery green may live	R
So keeping up an interchange of favours	C
Like good men in the truth of their behaviours	C
Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop	S
From low hung branches little space they stop	S
But sip and twitter and their feathers sleek	T
Then off at once as in a wanton freak	T
Or perhaps to show their black and golden wings	C
Pausing upon their yellow flutterings	C
Were I in such a place I sure should pray	U
That nought less sweet might call my thoughts away	U
Than the soft rustle of a maiden s gown	V
Fanning away the dandelion s down	V
Than the light music of her nimble toes	C
Patting against the sorrel as she goes	C
How she would start and blush thus to be caught	K
Playing in all her innocence of thought	K
O let me lead her gently o er the brook	W
Watch her half smiling lips and downward look	W
O let me for one moment touch her wrist	K
Let me one moment to her breathing list	K
And as she leaves me may she often turn	X
Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne	X
What next A tuft of evening primroses	C
O er which the mind may hover till it dozes	C
O er which it well might take a pleasant sleep	Y
But that tis ever startled by the leap	Y
Of buds into ripe flowers or by the flitting	J
Of diverse moths that aye their rest are quitting	J
Or by the moon lifting her silver rim	I
Above a cloud and with a gradual swim	I
Coming into the blue with all her light	K
O Maker of sweet poets dear delight	K
Of this fair world and all its gentle livers	C
Spangler of clouds halo of crystal rivers	C
Mingler with leaves and dew and tumbling streams	C
Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams	C
Lover of loneliness and wandering	J
Of upcast eye and tender pondering	J
Thee must I praise above all other glories	C
That smile us on to tell delightful stories	C
For what has made the sage or poet write	K
But the fair paradise of Nature s light	K
In the calm grandeur of a sober line	X
We see the waving of the mountain pine	X
And when a tale is beautifully staid	K
We feel the safety of a hawthorn glade	K
When it is moving on luxurious wings	C
The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings	C
Fair dewy roses brush against our faces	C
And flowering laurels spring from diamond vases	C
O erhead we see the jasmine and sweet briar	Z
And bloomy grapes laughing from green attire	Z
While at our feet the voice of crystal bubbles	C
Charms us at once away from all our troubles	C
So that we feel uplifted from the world	K
Walking upon the white clouds wreath d and curl d	H
So felt he who first told how Psyche went	K
On the smooth wind to realms of wonderment	K
What Psyche felt and Love when their full lips	C
First touch d what amorous and fondling nips	C
They gave each other s cheeks with all their sighs	C
And how they kist each other s tremulous eyes	C
The silver lamp the ravishment the wonder	Z
The darkness loneliness the fearful thunder	Z
Their woes gone by and both to heaven upflown	X
To bow for gratitude before Jove s throne	X
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So did he feel who pull d the boughs aside	K
That we might look into a forest wide	K
To catch a glimpse of Fawns and Dryades	C
Coming with softest rustle through the trees	C
And garlands woven of flowers wild and sweet	K
Upheld on ivory wrists or sporting feet	K
Telling us how fair trembling Syrinx fled	K
Arcadian Pan with such a fearful dread	K
Poor Nymph poor Pan how did he weep to find	K
Nought but a lovely sighing of the wind	K
Along the reedy stream a half heard strain	X
Full of sweet desolation balmy pain	X
	-
What first inspired a bard of old to sing	J
Narcissus pining o er the untainted spring	J
In some delicious ramble he had found	K
A little space with boughs all woven round	K
And in the midst of all a clearer pool	A
Than e er reflected in its pleasant cool	A
The blue sky here and there serenely peeping	J
Through tendril wreaths fantastically creeping	J
And on the bank a lonely flower he spied	K
A meek and forlorn flower with naught of pride	K
Drooping its beauty o er the watery clearness	C
To woo its own sad image into nearness	C
Deaf to light Zephyrus it would not move	A2
But still would seem to droop to pine to love	B2
So while the Poet stood in this sweet spot	K
Some fainter g	H

John Keats

I Stood Tip-toe Upon A Little Hill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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