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The Triumph Of Music Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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There lay in a vale 'twixt lone mountains	B
A garden entangled with flowers	C
Where the whisper of echoing fountains	B
Stirred softly the musk breathing bowers	C
Where torrents cast down from rock masses	D
From caverns of red granite steeps	D
With thunders sonorous clove passes	D
And maddened dark gulfs with rash leaps	D
With the dolorous foam of their leaps	D
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II	A
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And oh when the sunrays came heaping	E
The foam of those musical chasms	D
With a scintillant dust as of diamonds	D
It seemed that white spirits were sweeping	E
Down down thro' those voluble chasms	D
Wild weeping in resonant spasms	D
And the wave from the red hearted granite	F
In veins rolled tumbling around	G
Meandered thro' shade haunted forests	D
Where many rock barriers did span it	H
To dash it in froth and in sound	G
Where the nights with their great moons could wan it	H
Or star its dusk stillness profound	G
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III	A
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And here in the night would I wander	I
On woodways where fragrances kissed	J
By shadows where murmurings kissed	J
And here would I tarry to ponder	I
When the moon in blue vales made a mist	J
Dim in forests of rank rocking cedars	D
Whose wildness made glad with their scent	K
Whose boughs in the tempests were bent	K
Like the pennons and plumes of fierce leaders	D
In the battle all ragged and rent	K
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IV	-
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And so when the moonshine was floating	E
Far up on the mountain's bleak head	L
On the uttermost foam of the torrent	M
Would I string a wild harp while was gloating	E
The moon on my blossomy bed	L
Or I lay where a fountain of blossoms	D
Rained rustling from arches aloft	N
From the thick scented arbors aloft	N
And I sang as the blossoms' white bosoms	D
Pressed silk smooth to mine and lay soft	O
I sang as their redolence stung me	P
And laughed on my blossomy couch	Q
Till the fragrance and music had flung me	P
Into shadows of sleep with their touch	R
The magic of exquisite touch	R
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V	P
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One night as I wondered and wandered	S
In this my rare Aidenn of flowers	D
I saw where I lingered and pondered	S
A youth cast asleep mid the bowers	D
A youth on a mantle of satin	T
A poppy red robe in the flowers	D
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VI	-
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So I kissed his thin eyelids full tender	I
I kissed his high forehead and pale	U
I sighed as I kissed his black splendor	I
Of curls that were kissed of the gale	U
That were moved of the balm breathing gale	U
And he woke and cried out as if haunted	V
Oh God for one note of that song	W
For a sob of that languishing song	W
Whose tumult of sorrow enchanted	X
And swept my weak spirit along	W
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VII	-
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Than I sate me upon the red satin	T
And plunged a long look in his eyes	D
I bowed on the weft of red satin	T
And kindled his love with my sighs	D
With fingers of lightness set sobbing	E
The chords of my harp in a song	W
Till I found that my heart was a throbbing	E
And sobbing to sing like a tongue	Y
Was sobbing to mix with the song	W
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VIII	-
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Then he cried and his dark eyes keen glistened	Z
Lost lost for that perilous music	A2
Oh God for that tyrannous strain	B2
To which in my dreams I have listened	Z
Ah wretch I have listened with pain	B2
And he tost on the garment of satin	T
His deep raven darkness of hair	C2
And the song at my lips was ungathered	Z
And I sate there to marvel and stare	C2
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IX	D
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Then I wrenched from my soul a wild glory	P
Of music delirious with words	D
Of music that wailed a soul's story	P
And trembled with god uttered words	D
Or fell like the battling of swords	D
And in with it mixed all the beauty	P
Of farewells and ravenous sighs	D
The heart that was broken for booty	P
Tears rapture to know that one dies	D
Hell heaven and laughter and cries	D
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X	D
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In music the heart ache of passion	T
The terror of souls that are lost	Z
Cold dizzying anguish of dying	E
All torments that beauty could fashion	T
Hot manacles of love and their cost	Z
The bliss and the fury of dashing	E
A soul into riotous love	-
While the smiting of harp chords and crashing	E
Of song like the winds were enwove	-
With the stars that fall sounding above	-
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XI	P
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Ah why did the poppy crowned slumber	I
Seal up the rare light of his eyes	D
With its silver of vapory pinions	D
The creature that sung in each number	I
To nest in his tired out eyes	D
Like a bird that is sick of the skies	D
Yet he murmured so sad and so thrilling	E
Oh God for a lifetime of song	W
Oh life for a world of such song	W
For a heaven or hell and the killing	E
Mad angel or devil of song	W
Oh the rapture engendered in throwing	E
On bubbles of music and song	W
A soul to the anguish of loving	E
Until like a flower full blowing	E
It is lost in a whirlwind most strong	W
It dies in a thunder of song	W
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XII	D
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I had flung in my song the emotion	T
Triumphant of heart and of soul	D2
And I recked not the passionate ocean	T
That rolled to abysses of dole	D2
To infinite torture and dole	D2
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XIII	D
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So I sang and I harped till all weary	P
I sunk on the red of that robe	E2
Crouched down at his feet on the satin	T
While he slumbered with eyelashes teary	P
Fringed dark o'er each eye ball's dark globe	E2
Then I wondered and said It is dreary	P
To see him so still on this robe	E2
And I sobbed and I sobbed Is he living	E
Or have I but slain with my song	W
And it seemed that a demon was striving	E
To strangle my heart with a thong	W
With terror and sorrow of wrong	W
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XIV	-
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And I rent the wild harp in my madness	D
From his ashen brows furrowed the hair	C2
Soft wafted dark curls from pale temples	D
They rustled with death and the sadness	D
Of his face so hopelessly fair	C2
How I wailed to the stars of the heaven	T
How they scoffed at and answered my grief	-
In letters of flame Unforgiven	T
Thou deathless whose voice is a thief	-
Forever and ever grief	-
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XV	-
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So I wept on the instrument broken	T
The instrument sweet of his death	F2
The dagger that stabbed not to kill him	G2
The dagger of song which had spoken	T
And ravished away his life's breath	F2
So I wept and my curls thick and golden	T
Stormed entangled and showered 'mid his	D
My arms around him were enfolden	T
My lips clave to his with a kiss	D
With the life and the love of a kiss	D