Elegy V. - Anno Aetates 20. - On The Approach Of Spring. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMDDNNOOPPIIBBQQJJ RROOSTUUVVOOWWXXYYMM AAZZA2B2RRNNC2C2D2D2 QQE2E2F2F2OOQQRRG2G2 MMJJG2G2D2D2WWAAE2E2 BCNNG2G2WWH2H2CBUI2C BQQJ2J2WWQQWWAAQQE2E 2K2K2L2L2M2M2Time never wand'ring from his annual round | A |
Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring and thaw the ground | A |
Bleak Winter flies new verdure clothes the plain | B |
And earth assumes her transient youth again | C |
Dream I or also to the Spring belong | D |
Increase of Genius and new pow'rs of song | D |
Spring gives them and how strange soere it seem | E |
Impels me now to some harmonious theme | E |
Castalia's fountain and the forked hill | F |
By day by night my raptur'd fancy fill | F |
My bosom burns and heaves I hear within | G |
A sacred sound that prompts me to begin | G |
Lo Phoebus comes with his bright hair he blends | H |
The radiant laurel wreath Phoebus descends | H |
I mount and undepress'd by cumb'rous clay | I |
Through cloudy regions win my easy way | I |
Rapt through poetic shadowy haunts I fly | J |
The shrines all open to my dauntless eye | J |
My spirit searches all the realms of light | K |
And no Tartarean gulphs elude my sight | K |
But this ecstatic trance this glorious storm | L |
Of inspiration what will it perform | L |
Spring claims the verse that with his influence glows | M |
And shall be paid with what himself bestows | M |
Thou veil'd with op'ning foliage lead'st the throng | D |
Of feather'd minstrels Philomel in song | D |
Let us in concert to the season sing | N |
Civic and sylvan heralds of the spring | N |
With notes triumphant spring's approach declare | O |
To spring ye Muses annual tribute bear | O |
The Orient left and Aethiopia's plains | P |
The Sun now northward turns his golden reins | P |
Night creeps not now yet rules with gentle sway | I |
And drives her dusky horrors swift away | I |
Now less fatigued on his aetherial plain | B |
Bootes follows his celestial wain | B |
And now the radiant centinels above | Q |
Less num'rous watch around the courts of Jove | Q |
For with the night Force Ambush Slaughter fly | J |
And no gigantic guilt alarms the sky | J |
Now haply says some shepherd while he views | R |
Recumbent on a rock the redd'ning dews | R |
This night this surely Phoebus miss'd the fair | O |
Who stops his chariot by her am'rous care | O |
Cynthia delighted by the morning's glow | S |
Speeds to the woodland and resumes her bow | T |
Resigns her beams and glad to disappear | U |
Blesses his aid who shortens her career | U |
Come Phoebus cries Aurora come too late | V |
Thou linger'st slumb'ring with thy wither'd mate | V |
Leave Him and to Hymettus' top repair | O |
Thy darling Cephalus expects thee there | O |
The goddess with a blush her love betrays | W |
But mounts and driving rapidly obeys | W |
Earth now desires thee Phoebus and t'engage | X |
Thy warm embrace casts off the guise of age | X |
Desires thee and deserves for who so sweet | Y |
When her rich bosom courts thy genial heat | Y |
Her breath imparts to ev'ry breeze that blows | M |
Arabia's harvest and the Paphian rose | M |
Her lofty front she diadems around | A |
With sacred pines like Ops on Ida crown'd | A |
Her dewy locks with various flow'rs new blown | Z |
She interweaves various and all her own | Z |
For Proserpine in such a wreath attired | A2 |
Taenarian Dis himself with love inspired | B2 |
Fear not lest cold and coy the Nymph refuse | R |
Herself with all her sighing Zephyrs sues | R |
Each courts thee fanning soft his scented wing | N |
And all her groves with warbled wishes ring | N |
Nor unendow'd and indigent aspires | C2 |
Th'am'rous Earth to engage thy warm desires | C2 |
But rich in balmy drugs assists thy claim | D2 |
Divine Physician to that glorious name | D2 |
If splendid recompense if gifts can move | Q |
Desire in thee gifts often purchase love | Q |
She offers all the wealth her mountains hide | E2 |
And all that rests beneath the boundless tide | E2 |
How oft when headlong from the heav'nly steep | F2 |
She sees thee plunging in the Western Deep | F2 |
How oft she cries Ah Phoebus why repair | O |
Thy wasted force why seek refreshment there | O |
Can Tethys win thee wherefore should'st thou lave | Q |
A face so fair in her unpleasant wave | Q |
Come seek my green retreats and rather chuse | R |
To cool thy tresses in my chrystal dews | R |
The grassy turf shall yield thee sweeter rest | G2 |
Come lay thy evening glories on my breast | G2 |
And breathing fresh through many a humid rose | M |
Soft whisp'ring airs shall lull thee to repose | M |
No fears I feel like Semele to die | J |
Nor lest thy burning wheels approach too nigh | J |
For thou can'st govern them Here therefore rest | G2 |
And lay thy evening glories on my breast | G2 |
Thus breathes the wanton Earth her am'rous flame | D2 |
And all her countless offspring feel the same | D2 |
For Cupid now through every region strays | W |
Bright'ning his faded fires with solar rays | W |
His new strung bow sends forth a deadlier sound | A |
And his new pointed shafts more deeply wound | A |
Nor Dian's self escapes him now untried | E2 |
Nor even Vesta at her altar side | E2 |
His mother too repairs her beauty's wane | B |
And seems sprung newly from the Deep again | C |
Exulting youths the Hymenaeal sing | N |
With Hymen's name roofs rocks and valleys ring | N |
He new attired and by the season dress'd | G2 |
Proceeds all fragrant in his saffron vest | G2 |
Now many a golden cinctur'd virgin roves | W |
To taste the pleasures of the fields and groves | W |
All wish and each alike some fav'rite youth | H2 |
Hers in the bonds of Hymenaeal truth | H2 |
Now pipes the shepherd through his reeds again | C |
Nor Phyllis wants a song that suits the strain | B |
With songs the seaman hails the starry sphere | U |
And dolphins rise from the abyss to hear | I2 |
Jove feels himself the season sports again | C |
With his fair spouse and banquets all his train | B |
Now too the Satyrs in the dusk of Eve | Q |
Their mazy dance through flow'ry meadows weave | Q |
And neither God nor goat but both in kind | J2 |
Sylvanus wreath'd with cypress skips behind | J2 |
The Dryads leave the hollow sylvan cells | W |
To roam the banks and solitary dells | W |
Pan riots now and from his amorous chafe | Q |
Ceres and Cybele seem hardly safe | Q |
And Faunus all on fire to reach the prize | W |
In chase of some enticing Oread flies | W |
She bounds before but fears too swift a bound | A |
And hidden lies but wishes to be found | A |
Our shades entice th'Immortals from above | Q |
And some kind Pow'r presides oter ev'ry grove | Q |
And long ye Pow'rs o'er ev'ry grove preside | E2 |
For all is safe and blest where ye abide | E2 |
Return O Jove the age of gold restore | K2 |
Why chose to dwell where storms and thunders roar | K2 |
At least thou Phoebus moderate thy speed | L2 |
Let not the vernal hours too swift proceed | L2 |
Command rough Winter back nor yield the pole | M2 |
Too soon to Night's encroaching long control | M2 |
John Milton
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