Alastor: Or, The Spirit Of Solitude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Earth Ocean Air belov d brotherhoodA
If our great Mother has imbued my soulB
With aught of natural piety to feelC
Your love and recompense the boon with mineD
If dewy morn and odorous noon and evenE
With sunset and its gorgeous ministersF
And solemn midnight's tingling silentnessF
If Autumn's hollow sighs in the sere woodA
And Winter robing with pure snow and crownsF
Of starry ice the gray grass and bare boughsF
If Spring's voluptuous pantings when she breathesF
Her first sweet kisses have been dear to meG
If no bright bird insect or gentle beastH
I consciously have injured but still lovedI
And cherished these my kindred then forgiveJ
This boast belov d brethren and withdrawK
No portion of your wonted favor nowL
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Mother of this unfathomable worldM
Favor my solemn song for I have lovedI
Thee ever and thee only I have watchedN
Thy shadow and the darkness of thy stepsF
And my heart ever gazes on the depthO
Of thy deep mysteries I have made my bedP
In charnels and on coffins where black deathQ
Keeps record of the trophies won from theeG
Hoping to still these obstinate questioningsF
Of thee and thine by forcing some lone ghostR
Thy messenger to render up the taleS
Of what we are In lone and silent hoursF
When night makes a weird sound of its own stillnessF
Like an inspired and desperate alchemistT
Staking his very life on some dark hopeU
Have I mixed awful talk and asking looksF
With my most innocent love until strange tearsF
Uniting with those breathless kisses madeV
Such magic as compels the charm d nightW
To render up thy charge and though ne'er yetX
Thou hast unveiled thy inmost sanctuaryG
Enough from incommunicable dreamY
And twilight phantasms and deep noonday thoughtZ
Has shone within me that serenely nowL
And moveless as a long forgotten lyreA2
Suspended in the solitary domeB2
Of some mysterious and deserted faneC2
I wait thy breath Great Parent that my strainC2
May modulate with murmurs of the airD2
And motions of the forests and the seaG
And voice of living beings and woven hymnsF
Of night and day and the deep heart of manE2
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There was a Poet whose untimely tombF2
No human hands with pious reverence rearedG2
But the charmed eddies of autumnal windsF
Built o'er his mouldering bones a pyramidH2
Of mouldering leaves in the waste wildernessF
A lovely youth no mourning maiden deckedI2
With weeping flowers or votive cypress wreathJ2
The lone couch of his everlasting sleepK2
Gentle and brave and generous no lorn bardL2
Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sighM2
He lived he died he sung in solitudeN2
Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notesF
And virgins as unknown he passed have pinedO2
And wasted for fond love of his wild eyesF
The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burnP2
And Silence too enamoured of that voiceF
Locks its mute music in her rugged cellQ2
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By solemn vision and bright silver dreamY
His infancy was nurtured Every sightW
And sound from the vast earth and ambient airD2
Sent to his heart its choicest impulsesF
The fountains of divine philosophyG
Fled not his thirsting lips and all of greatR2
Or good or lovely which the sacred pastS2
In truth or fable consecrates he feltT2
And knew When early youth had passed he leftU2
His cold fireside and alienated homeB2
To seek strange truths in undiscovered landsF
Many a wide waste and tangled wildernessF
Has lured his fearless steps and he has boughtV2
With his sweet voice and eyes from savage menW2
His rest and food Nature's most secret stepsF
He like her shadow has pursued where'erX2
The red volcano overcanopiesF
Its fields of snow and pinnacles of iceF
With burning smoke or where bitumen lakesF
On black bare pointed islets ever beatY2
With sluggish surge or where the secret cavesF
Rugged and dark winding among the springsF
Of fire and poison inaccessibleZ2
To avarice or pride their starry domesF
Of diamond and of gold expand aboveA3
Numberless and immeasurable hallsF
Frequent with crystal column and clear shrinesF
Of pearl and thrones radiant with chrysoliteY2
Nor had that scene of ampler majestyY2
Than gems or gold the varying roof of heavenB3
And the green earth lost in his heart its claimsF
To love and wonder he would linger longC3
In lonesome vales making the wild his homeB2
Until the doves and squirrels would partakeD3
From his innocuous band his bloodless foodY2
Lured by the gentle meaning of his looksF
And the wild antelope that starts whene'erX2
The dry leaf rustles in the brake suspendY2
Her timid steps to gaze upon a formE3
More graceful than her ownF3
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His wandering stepG3
Obedient to high thoughts has visitedY2
The awful ruins of the days of oldY2
Athens and Tyre and Balbec and the wasteY2
Where stood Jerusalem the fallen towersF
Of Babylon the eternal pyramidsF
Memphis and Thebes and whatsoe'er of strangeH3
Sculptured on alabaster obeliskD3
Or jasper tomb or mutilated sphinxF
Dark thiopia in her desert hillsF
Conceals Among the ruined temples thereX2
Stupendous columns and wild imagesF
Of more than man where marble daemons watchI3
The Zodiac's brazen mystery and dead menW2
Hang their mute thoughts on the mute walls aroundY2
He lingered poring on memorialsF
Of the world's youth through the long burning dayY2
Gazed on those speechless shapes nor when the moonJ3
Filled the mysterious halls with floating shadesF
Suspended he that task but ever gazedY2
And gazed till meaning on his vacant mindY2
Flashed like strong inspiration and he sawF
The thrilling secrets of the birth of timeK3
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Meanwhile an Arab maiden brought his foodY2
Her daily portion from her father's tentY2
And spread her matting for his couch and stoleB
From duties and repose to tend his stepsF
Enamoured yet not daring for deep aweL3
To speak her love and watched his nightly sleepK2
Sleepless herself to gaze upon his lipsF
Parted in slumber whence the regular breathQ
Of innocent dreams arose then when red mornM3
Made paler the pale moon to her cold homeB2
Wildered and wan and panting she returnedY2
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The Poet wandering on through ArabieY2
And Persia and the wild Carmanian wasteY2
And o'er the a rial mountains which pour downN3
Indus and Oxus from their icy cavesF
In joy and exultation held his wayY2
Till in the vale of Cashmire far withinE
Its loneliest dell where odorous plants entwineD
Beneath the hollow rocks a natural bowerX2
Beside a sparkling rivulet he stretchedY2
His languid limbs A vision on his sleepK2
There came a dream of hopes that never yetY2
Had flushed his cheek He dreamed a veil d maidY2
Sate near him talking in low solemn tonesF
Her voice was like the voice of his own soulB
Heard in the calm of thought its music longD3
Like woven sounds of streams and breezes heldY2
His inmost sense suspended in its webO3
Of many colored woof and shifting huesF
Knowledge and truth and virtue were her themeY
And lofty hopes of divine libertyY2
Thoughts the most dear to him and poesyF
Herself a poet Soon the solemn moodY2
Of her pure mind kindled through all her frameP3
A permeating fire wild numbers thenW2
She raised with voice stifled in tremulous sobsF
Subdued by its own pathos her fair handsF
Were bare alone sweeping from some strange harpQ3
Strange symphony and in their branching veinsF
The eloquent blood told an ineffable taleS
The beating of her heart was heard to fillR3
The pauses of her music and her breathQ
Tumultuously accorded with those fitsF
Of intermitted song Sudden she roseF
As if her heart impatiently enduredY2
Its bursting burden at the sound he turnedY2
And saw by the warm light of their own lifeS3
Her glowing limbs beneath the sinuous veilS
Of woven wind her outspread arms now bareX2
Her dark locks floating in the breath of nightY2
Her beamy bending eyes her parted lipsF
Outstretched and pale and quivering eagerlyY2
His strong heart sunk and sickened with excessF
Of love He reared his shuddering limbs and quelledY2
His gasping breath and spread hiM2

Percy Bysshe Shelley



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