Ode To Psyche Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEFEGHIG GIJGGKKLGLG MDMNIOIOGPGP QRQKGSTGIOGPGP IGIGUVUVWXIYIYGIGI

O Goddess hear these tuneless numbers wrungA
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dearB
And pardon that thy secrets should be sungA
Even into thine own soft conched earC
Surely I dreamt to day or did I seeD
The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyesE
I wander'd in a forest thoughtlesslyF
And on the sudden fainting with surpriseE
Saw two fair creatures couched side by sideG
In deepest grass beneath the whisp'ring roofH
Of leaves and trembled blossoms where there ranI
A brooklet scarce espiedG
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Mid hush'd cool rooted flowers fragrant eyedG
Blue silver white and budded TyrianI
They lay calm breathing on the bedded grassJ
Their arms embraced and their pinions tooG
Their lips touch'd not but had not bade adieuG
As if disjoined by soft handed slumberK
And ready still past kisses to outnumberK
At tender eye dawn of aurorean loveL
The winged boy I knewG
But who wast thou O happy happy doveL
His Psyche trueG
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O latest born and loveliest vision farM
Of all Olympus' faded hierarchyD
Fairer than Ph oe be's sapphire region'd starM
Or Vesper amorous glow worm of the skyN
Fairer than these though temple thou hast noneI
Nor altar heap'd with flowersO
Nor virgin choir to make delicious moanI
Upon the midnight hoursO
No voice no lute no pipe no incense sweetG
From chain swung censer teemingP
No shrine no grove no oracle no heatG
Of pale mouth'd prophet dreamingP
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O brightest though too late for antique vowsQ
Too too late for the fond believing lyreR
When holy were the haunted forest boughsQ
Holy the air the water and the fireK
Yet even in these days so far retir'dG
From happy pieties thy lucent fansS
Fluttering among the faint OlympiansT
I see and sing by my own eyes inspir'dG
So let me be thy choir and make a moanI
Upon the midnight hoursO
Thy voice thy lute thy pipe thy incense sweetG
From swinged censer teemingP
Thy shrine thy grove thy oracle thy heatG
Of pale mouth'd prophet dreamingP
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Yes I will be thy priest and build a faneI
In some untrodden region of my mindG
Where branched thoughts new grown with pleasant painI
Instead of pines shall murmur in the windG
Far far around shall those dark cluster'd treesU
Fledge the wild ridged mountains steep by steepV
And there by zephyrs streams and birds and beesU
The moss lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleepV
And in the midst of this wide quietnessW
A rosy sanctuary will I dressX
With the wreath'd trellis of a working brainI
With buds and bells and stars without a nameY
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feignI
Who breeding flowers will never breed the sameY
And there shall be for thee all soft delightG
That shadowy thought can winI
A bright torch and a casement ope at nightG
To let the warm Love inI

John Keats



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