The Faun Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAA CDCD AEAE AFAF AGAG HDHD HAHA IJIJ HKHK HLHL HMHM NONO APAPWithin my garden's silence and seclusion | A |
In pensive beauty gazing toward the dawn | B |
There stands mid vines and flowers in profusion | A |
A sculptured Faun | A |
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The boughs of stately trees are bending o'er him | C |
The scent of calycanthus fills the air | D |
And on the ivied parapet before him | C |
Bloom roses fair | D |
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Beside him laughs the lightly flowing fountain | A |
Beneath him spreads the lake's enchanting hue | E |
And opposite a sun illumined mountain | A |
Meets heaven's blue | E |
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Across Lake Como's silvered undulation | A |
The flush of dawn creeps shyly to his face | F |
And crowns his look of dreamful contemplation | A |
With tender grace | F |
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And he like Memnon thrilled to exultation | A |
As if unable longer to be mute | G |
Has lifted to his lips in adoration | A |
His simple flute | G |
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Ah would that I might hear the music stealing | H |
From yonder artless reed upon the air | D |
The subtle revelation of his feeling | H |
While standing there | D |
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Perhaps 'tis for the Past that he is sighing | H |
When Como's shore held many a hallowed shrine | A |
Where such as he were worshipped none denying | H |
Their rights divine | A |
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That Past is gone its sylvan shrines have crumbled | I |
From lake and grove the gentle fauns have fled | J |
Its myths are scorned Olympus has been humbled | I |
And Pan is dead | J |
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Yet still he plays the coming day adoring | H |
With brow serene and gladness in his gaze | K |
All past and future happiness ignoring | H |
Just for to day's | K |
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Sweet Faun whence comes thy power of retaining | H |
Through storm and sunshine thine unchanging smile | L |
Forsaken thus what comfort still remaining | H |
Makes life worth while | L |
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Impart to me the secret of discerning | H |
The gold of life with none of its alloy | M |
That I may also satisfy my yearning | H |
For perfect joy | M |
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I too would shun those questions born of sorrow | N |
Life's Wherefore Whence and Whither I would fill | O |
My cup with present bliss and let to morrow | N |
Bring what it will | O |
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O Spirit of the vanished world elysian | A |
Cast over me the spell of thy control | P |
And give me for to day's supernal vision | A |
Thy Pagan soul | P |
John L. Stoddard
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