To A Poet, Charles Bridges Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACADD EFGFGHH GGGGGII JFJFJKK LFLFLMM FNFNFFF GOGOGPP QLQLQGG JRJRJLL SGSGSGG GGGGGII TFTFTOO FUFUFVV| THOU singest thou me seems | A |
| Coming from high Parnassus where thy head | B |
| Beside the silent streams | A |
| Among fast fading blooms hath fashioned | C |
| A pillow of pale dreams | A |
| While from thee sleeping gods of heart and soul | D |
| Have taken fullest toll | D |
| - | |
| Thou knowest at what cost | E |
| Thy sleep was taken on those awful hills | F |
| What thou hast gained and lost | G |
| Thou knowest too if what thou art fulfils | F |
| The pledge of what thou wast | G |
| And if all compensates the poet's wreath | H |
| That wounds the brow beneath | H |
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| Rememberest thou that night | G |
| Incomparable Thou in dreams wast laid | G |
| Where petals rose and white | G |
| Above thy head a pale pavilion made | G |
| Where at unscal d height | G |
| The moon lay anchored in the heaving sky | I |
| And clouds went surging by | I |
| - | |
| Then came the gods unknown | J |
| The plundering gods to take thee unawares | F |
| While thou wast sleeping thrown | J |
| Upon the sacred mountain that is theirs | F |
| In vain sad flowers had blown | J |
| A gale of petals o'er thee on they came | K |
| In a still sheet of flame | K |
| - | |
| They knew that those who dare | L |
| To sleep one night beside Parnassus' streams | F |
| The poet's crown must wear | L |
| Must lip the chalice of immortal dreams | F |
| And breathe the eternal air | L |
| Who even unto trembling Ossa's hill | M |
| May walk the mount at will | M |
| - | |
| They killed thy happiness | F |
| And strangled all thy youth with hands profane | N |
| They brake Love's rosaries | F |
| Tossing thy ravaged soul amid the slain | N |
| While thou wast weaponless | F |
| And left thee gibbeted 'twixt pain and peace | F |
| Forbidding thy release | F |
| - | |
| Then they augustly laid | G |
| Their crippled gifts beside thee and withdrew | O |
| Into high Pelion's shade | G |
| Their tireless feet made fall no bead of dew | O |
| Their passing bent no blade | G |
| Though thunder muttered round each mighty plume | P |
| And crumbled into gloom | P |
| - | |
| They laid a fatal spell | Q |
| Of beauty on thine eyes that made most fair | L |
| The rose unpluckable | Q |
| They bade thee thirst yet find no Cup to bear | L |
| Water from any well | Q |
| They mocked thee with a vision passionate | G |
| And a soul celibate | G |
| - | |
| O friend what thou hast known | J |
| Thou givest me what thou hast suffered thou | R |
| Wouldst calmly bear alone | J |
| Forbidding thorns to gather on my brow | R |
| Accustomed on thine own | J |
| Thou lingerest at my side to show and spare | L |
| The pitfall and the snare | L |
| - | |
| For thou wouldst give to me | S |
| The poet's pillow who has suffered not | G |
| The poet's penalty | S |
| A goodly heritage a happy lot | G |
| Wouldst have my portion be | S |
| With honey from the rod art fain to feed | G |
| Not from the galled reed | G |
| - | |
| Thou hast some rare reward | G |
| The reed that gods have guided in thine hand | G |
| Becomes a dreadful sword | G |
| Their fingers on thy heartstrings still demand | G |
| A loud triumphant chord | G |
| They pass the ditch delivered poets by | I |
| With wide contemptuous eye | I |
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| Poet I take thy cup | T |
| But from my coloured wreath of morning flowers | F |
| Where bees wild honey sup | T |
| Upon thy sepulchre of buried hours | F |
| Am fain to offer up | T |
| Some bud that spills upon thy brow anew | O |
| Its fragile shell of dew | O |
| - | |
| And if at last I choose | F |
| To make my pillow on some slope forlorn | U |
| And in that slumber lose | F |
| My morning wreath that must be tossed and torn | U |
| To feed the jealous Muse | F |
| Remember the poor gifts that I resign | V |
| I shall remember thine | V |
Muriel Stuart
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