The Nightingale Unheard Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACACC DEEDFDFF GHHGIGII EFFEJEJJ KEEKLKLM NOONPNPP DQQDPDPP REERPRPP STTSESEE UFFUVUVV WNNWEWEE FEEFQFQQ EXEXPEPP

Yes Nightingale through all the summer timeA
We followed on from moon to golden moonB
From where Salerno day dreams in the noonB
And the far rose of P stum once did climbA
All the white way beside the girdling blueC
Through sun shrill vines and campanile chimeA
We listened from the old year to the newC
Brown bird and where were youC
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You that Ravello lured not throned on highD
And filled with singing out of sun burned throatsE
Nor yet Minore of the flame sailed boatsE
Nor yet of all bird song should glorifyD
Assisi Little Portion of the blestF
Assisi in the bosom of the skyD
Where God's own singer thatched his sunward nestF
That little heavenliestF
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And north and north to where the hedge rows areG
That beckon with white looks an endless wayH
Where through the fair wet silverness of MayH
A lamb shines out as sudden as a starG
Among the cloudy sheep and green and paleI
The may trees reach and glimmer near or farG
And the red may trees wear a shining veilI
And still no nightingaleI
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The one vain longing through all journeyingsE
The one in every hushed and hearkening spotF
All the soft swarming dark where you were notF
Still longed for Yes for sake of dreams and wingsE
And wonders that your own must ever makeJ
To bower you close with all hearts' treasuringsE
And for that speech toward which all hearts do acheJ
Even for Music's sakeJ
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But most his music whose belov egrave d nameK
Forever writ in water of bright tearsE
Wins to one grave side even the Roman yearsE
That kindle there the hallowed April flameK
Of comfort breathing violets By that shrineL
Of Youth Love Death forevermore the sameK
Violets still When falls to leave no signL
The arch of ConstantineM
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Most for his sake we dreamed Tho' not as heN
From that lone spirit brimmed with human woeO
Your song once shook to surging overflowO
How was it sovran dweller of the treeN
His cry still throbbing in the flooded shellP
Of silence with remembered melodyN
Could draw from you no answer to the spellP
O Voice O PhilomelP
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Long time we wondered and we knew not whyD
Nor dream nor prayer of wayside gladness bornQ
Nor vineyards waiting nor reproachful thornQ
Nor yet the nested hill towns set so highD
All the white way beside the girdling blueP
Nor olives gray against a golden skyD
Could serve to wake that rapturous voice of youP
But the wise silence knewP
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O Nightingale unheard Unheard aloneR
Throughout that woven music of the daysE
From the faint sea rim to the market placeE
And ring of hammers on cathedral stoneR
So be it better so that there should failP
For sun filled ones one bless egrave d thing unknownR
To them be hid forever and all hailP
Sing never NightingaleP
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Sing for the others Sing to some pale cheekS
Against the window like a starving flowerT
Loose with your singing one poor pilgrim hourT
Of journey with some Heart's Desire to seekS
Loose with your singing captives such as theseE
In misery and iron hearts too meekS
For voyage voyage over dreamful seasE
To lost HesperidesE
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Sing not for free men Ah but sing for whomU
The walls shut in and even as eyes that fadeF
The windows take no heed of light nor shadeF
The leaves are lost in mutterings of the loomU
Sing near So in that golden overflowingV
They may forget their wasted human bloomU
Pay the devouring days their all unknowingV
Reck not of life's bright goingV
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Sing not for lovers side by side that harkW
Nor unto parted lovers save they beN
Parted indeed by more than makes the SeaN
Where never hope shall meet like mounting larkW
Far Joy's uprising and no memoriesE
Abide to star the music haunted darkW
To them that sit in darkness such as theseE
Pour down pour down heart's easeE
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Not in Kings' gardens No but where there hauntF
The world's forgotten both of men and birdsE
The alleys of no hope and of no wordsE
The hidings where men reap not though they plantF
But toil and thirst so dying and so bornQ
And toil and thirst to gather to their wantF
From the lean waste beyond the daylight's scornQ
To gather grapes of thornQ
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And for those two your pilgrims without tearsE
Who prayed a largess where there was no dearthX
Forgive it to their human happy earsE
Forgive it them brown music of the EarthX
Unknowing though the wiser silence knewP
Forgive it to the music of the spheresE
That while they walked together so the TwoP
Together heard not youP

Josephine Preston Peabody



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