Alastor: Or, The Spirit Of Solitude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFFAFFFGHIJKL MINFOPQGFRSFFTUFFVWX GYZLA2B2C2C2D2GFE2 F2G2FH2FI2J2K2L2M2N2 FO2FP2FQ2 YWD2FGR2S2T2U2B2FFV2 W2FX2FFFY2FFZ2FA3FFY 2Y2B3FC3B2D3Y2FX2Y2E 3F3 G3Y2Y2Y2FFH3D3FFX2FI 3W2Y2FY2J3FY2Y2FK3 Y2Y2BFL3K2FQM3B2Y2 Y2Y2N3FY2EDX2Y2K2Y2Y 2FBD3Y2O3FYY2FY2P3W2 FFQ3FSR3QFFY2Y2S3SX2 Y2FY2FY2M2Earth Ocean Air belov d brotherhood | A |
If our great Mother has imbued my soul | B |
With aught of natural piety to feel | C |
Your love and recompense the boon with mine | D |
If dewy morn and odorous noon and even | E |
With sunset and its gorgeous ministers | F |
And solemn midnight's tingling silentness | F |
If Autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood | A |
And Winter robing with pure snow and crowns | F |
Of starry ice the gray grass and bare boughs | F |
If Spring's voluptuous pantings when she breathes | F |
Her first sweet kisses have been dear to me | G |
If no bright bird insect or gentle beast | H |
I consciously have injured but still loved | I |
And cherished these my kindred then forgive | J |
This boast belov d brethren and withdraw | K |
No portion of your wonted favor now | L |
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Mother of this unfathomable world | M |
Favor my solemn song for I have loved | I |
Thee ever and thee only I have watched | N |
Thy shadow and the darkness of thy steps | F |
And my heart ever gazes on the depth | O |
Of thy deep mysteries I have made my bed | P |
In charnels and on coffins where black death | Q |
Keeps record of the trophies won from thee | G |
Hoping to still these obstinate questionings | F |
Of thee and thine by forcing some lone ghost | R |
Thy messenger to render up the tale | S |
Of what we are In lone and silent hours | F |
When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness | F |
Like an inspired and desperate alchemist | T |
Staking his very life on some dark hope | U |
Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks | F |
With my most innocent love until strange tears | F |
Uniting with those breathless kisses made | V |
Such magic as compels the charm d night | W |
To render up thy charge and though ne'er yet | X |
Thou hast unveiled thy inmost sanctuary | G |
Enough from incommunicable dream | Y |
And twilight phantasms and deep noonday thought | Z |
Has shone within me that serenely now | L |
And moveless as a long forgotten lyre | A2 |
Suspended in the solitary dome | B2 |
Of some mysterious and deserted fane | C2 |
I wait thy breath Great Parent that my strain | C2 |
May modulate with murmurs of the air | D2 |
And motions of the forests and the sea | G |
And voice of living beings and woven hymns | F |
Of night and day and the deep heart of man | E2 |
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There was a Poet whose untimely tomb | F2 |
No human hands with pious reverence reared | G2 |
But the charmed eddies of autumnal winds | F |
Built o'er his mouldering bones a pyramid | H2 |
Of mouldering leaves in the waste wilderness | F |
A lovely youth no mourning maiden decked | I2 |
With weeping flowers or votive cypress wreath | J2 |
The lone couch of his everlasting sleep | K2 |
Gentle and brave and generous no lorn bard | L2 |
Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh | M2 |
He lived he died he sung in solitude | N2 |
Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notes | F |
And virgins as unknown he passed have pined | O2 |
And wasted for fond love of his wild eyes | F |
The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn | P2 |
And Silence too enamoured of that voice | F |
Locks its mute music in her rugged cell | Q2 |
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By solemn vision and bright silver dream | Y |
His infancy was nurtured Every sight | W |
And sound from the vast earth and ambient air | D2 |
Sent to his heart its choicest impulses | F |
The fountains of divine philosophy | G |
Fled not his thirsting lips and all of great | R2 |
Or good or lovely which the sacred past | S2 |
In truth or fable consecrates he felt | T2 |
And knew When early youth had passed he left | U2 |
His cold fireside and alienated home | B2 |
To seek strange truths in undiscovered lands | F |
Many a wide waste and tangled wilderness | F |
Has lured his fearless steps and he has bought | V2 |
With his sweet voice and eyes from savage men | W2 |
His rest and food Nature's most secret steps | F |
He like her shadow has pursued where'er | X2 |
The red volcano overcanopies | F |
Its fields of snow and pinnacles of ice | F |
With burning smoke or where bitumen lakes | F |
On black bare pointed islets ever beat | Y2 |
With sluggish surge or where the secret caves | F |
Rugged and dark winding among the springs | F |
Of fire and poison inaccessible | Z2 |
To avarice or pride their starry domes | F |
Of diamond and of gold expand above | A3 |
Numberless and immeasurable halls | F |
Frequent with crystal column and clear shrines | F |
Of pearl and thrones radiant with chrysolite | Y2 |
Nor had that scene of ampler majesty | Y2 |
Than gems or gold the varying roof of heaven | B3 |
And the green earth lost in his heart its claims | F |
To love and wonder he would linger long | C3 |
In lonesome vales making the wild his home | B2 |
Until the doves and squirrels would partake | D3 |
From his innocuous band his bloodless food | Y2 |
Lured by the gentle meaning of his looks | F |
And the wild antelope that starts whene'er | X2 |
The dry leaf rustles in the brake suspend | Y2 |
Her timid steps to gaze upon a form | E3 |
More graceful than her own | F3 |
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His wandering step | G3 |
Obedient to high thoughts has visited | Y2 |
The awful ruins of the days of old | Y2 |
Athens and Tyre and Balbec and the waste | Y2 |
Where stood Jerusalem the fallen towers | F |
Of Babylon the eternal pyramids | F |
Memphis and Thebes and whatsoe'er of strange | H3 |
Sculptured on alabaster obelisk | D3 |
Or jasper tomb or mutilated sphinx | F |
Dark thiopia in her desert hills | F |
Conceals Among the ruined temples there | X2 |
Stupendous columns and wild images | F |
Of more than man where marble daemons watch | I3 |
The Zodiac's brazen mystery and dead men | W2 |
Hang their mute thoughts on the mute walls around | Y2 |
He lingered poring on memorials | F |
Of the world's youth through the long burning day | Y2 |
Gazed on those speechless shapes nor when the moon | J3 |
Filled the mysterious halls with floating shades | F |
Suspended he that task but ever gazed | Y2 |
And gazed till meaning on his vacant mind | Y2 |
Flashed like strong inspiration and he saw | F |
The thrilling secrets of the birth of time | K3 |
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Meanwhile an Arab maiden brought his food | Y2 |
Her daily portion from her father's tent | Y2 |
And spread her matting for his couch and stole | B |
From duties and repose to tend his steps | F |
Enamoured yet not daring for deep awe | L3 |
To speak her love and watched his nightly sleep | K2 |
Sleepless herself to gaze upon his lips | F |
Parted in slumber whence the regular breath | Q |
Of innocent dreams arose then when red morn | M3 |
Made paler the pale moon to her cold home | B2 |
Wildered and wan and panting she returned | Y2 |
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The Poet wandering on through Arabie | Y2 |
And Persia and the wild Carmanian waste | Y2 |
And o'er the a rial mountains which pour down | N3 |
Indus and Oxus from their icy caves | F |
In joy and exultation held his way | Y2 |
Till in the vale of Cashmire far within | E |
Its loneliest dell where odorous plants entwine | D |
Beneath the hollow rocks a natural bower | X2 |
Beside a sparkling rivulet he stretched | Y2 |
His languid limbs A vision on his sleep | K2 |
There came a dream of hopes that never yet | Y2 |
Had flushed his cheek He dreamed a veil d maid | Y2 |
Sate near him talking in low solemn tones | F |
Her voice was like the voice of his own soul | B |
Heard in the calm of thought its music long | D3 |
Like woven sounds of streams and breezes held | Y2 |
His inmost sense suspended in its web | O3 |
Of many colored woof and shifting hues | F |
Knowledge and truth and virtue were her theme | Y |
And lofty hopes of divine liberty | Y2 |
Thoughts the most dear to him and poesy | F |
Herself a poet Soon the solemn mood | Y2 |
Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame | P3 |
A permeating fire wild numbers then | W2 |
She raised with voice stifled in tremulous sobs | F |
Subdued by its own pathos her fair hands | F |
Were bare alone sweeping from some strange harp | Q3 |
Strange symphony and in their branching veins | F |
The eloquent blood told an ineffable tale | S |
The beating of her heart was heard to fill | R3 |
The pauses of her music and her breath | Q |
Tumultuously accorded with those fits | F |
Of intermitted song Sudden she rose | F |
As if her heart impatiently endured | Y2 |
Its bursting burden at the sound he turned | Y2 |
And saw by the warm light of their own life | S3 |
Her glowing limbs beneath the sinuous veil | S |
Of woven wind her outspread arms now bare | X2 |
Her dark locks floating in the breath of night | Y2 |
Her beamy bending eyes her parted lips | F |
Outstretched and pale and quivering eagerly | Y2 |
His strong heart sunk and sickened with excess | F |
Of love He reared his shuddering limbs and quelled | Y2 |
His gasping breath and spread hi | M2 |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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