Ode Ii: To Sleep Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDDCEFEG AHHIJKILMNM AHHOPPOQRQR STUVWWXYSYS SZZAA2A2AB2HB2H AC2C2D2E2F2D2MG2MG2

IA
Thou silent power whose welcome swayB
Charms every anxious thought awayB
In whose divine oblivion drown'dC
Sore pain and weary toil grow mildD
Love is with kinder looks beguil'dD
And grief forgets her fondly cherish'd woundC
Oh whither hast thou flown indulgent godE
God of kind shadows and of healing dewsF
Whom dost thou touch with thy Leth an rodE
Around whose temples now thy opiate airs diffuseG
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IIA
Lo midnight from her starry reignH
Looks awful down on earth and mainH
The tuneful birds lie hush'd in sleepI
With all that crop the verdant foodJ
With all that skim the crystal floodK
Or haunt the caverns of the rocky steepI
No rushing winds disturb the tufted bowersL
No wakeful sound the moon light valley knowsM
Save where the brook its liquid murmur poursN
And lulls the waving scene to more profound reposeM
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IIIA
Oh let not me alone complainH
Alone invoke thy power in vainH
Descend propitious on my eyesO
Not from the couch that bears a crownP
Not from the courtly statesman's downP
Nor where the miser and his treasure liesO
Bring not the shapes that break the murderer's restQ
Nor those the hireling soldier loves to seeR
Nor those which haunt the bigot's gloomy breastQ
Far be their guilty nights and far their dreams from meR
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IVS
Nor yet those awful forms presentT
For chiefs and heroes only meantU
The figur'd brass the choral songV
The rescued people's glad applauseW
The listening senate and the lawsW
Fix'd by the counsels of Timoleon's tongueX
Are scenes too grand for fortune's private waysY
And though they shine in youth's ingenuous viewS
The sober gainful arts of modern daysY
To such romantic thoughts have bid a long adieuS
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VS
I ask not god of dreams thy careZ
To banish Love's presentments fairZ
Nor rosy cheek nor radiant eyeA
Can arm him with such strong commandA2
That the young sorcerer's fatal handA2
Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tieA
Nor yet the courtier's hope the giving smileB2
A lighter phantom and a baser chainH
Did e'er in slumber my proud lyre beguileB2
To lend the pomp of thrones her ill according strainH
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VIA
But Morpheus on thy balmy wingC2
Such honorable visions bringC2
As sooth'd great Milton's injur'd ageD2
When in prophetic dreams he sawE2
The race unborn with pious aweF2
Imbibe each virtue from his heavenly pageD2
Or such as Mead's benignant fancy knowsM
When health's deep treasures by his art explor'dG2
Have sav'd the infant from an orphan's woesM
Or to the trembling sire his age's hope restor'dG2

Mark Akenside



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