Epipsychidion (excerpt) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDAAEFGGAAHIJKL LMMNNCCOOPQPRRSSTTTT TTUUVVWXYYTPZLPPA2A2 B2C2PPPD2PPPPTTTAAE2 E2TTBF2PPG2G2G2TTPPW WD2PPPTTD2PE2E2TTYYP P PPPPF2F2AAPPD2PPPAAP PTTPPUUA2A2AAPPPPPPP PTTH2H2UUUTTVI2PD2PP PPTTTTPPXXPPJ2J2AAPJ 2| Emily | A |
| A ship is floating in the harbour now | B |
| A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow | B |
| There is a path on the sea's azure floor | C |
| No keel has ever plough'd that path before | C |
| The halcyons brood around the foamless isles | D |
| The treacherous Ocean has forsworn its wiles | D |
| The merry mariners are bold and free | A |
| Say my heart's sister wilt thou sail with me | A |
| Our bark is as an albatross whose nest | E |
| Is a far Eden of the purple East | F |
| And we between her wings will sit while Night | G |
| And Day and Storm and Calm pursue their flight | G |
| Our ministers along the boundless Sea | A |
| Treading each other's heels unheededly | A |
| It is an isle under Ionian skies | H |
| Beautiful as a wreck of Paradise | I |
| And for the harbours are not safe and good | J |
| This land would have remain'd a solitude | K |
| But for some pastoral people native there | L |
| Who from the Elysian clear and golden air | L |
| Draw the last spirit of the age of gold | M |
| Simple and spirited innocent and bold | M |
| The blue Aegean girds this chosen home | N |
| With ever changing sound and light and foam | N |
| Kissing the sifted sands and caverns hoar | C |
| And all the winds wandering along the shore | C |
| Undulate with the undulating tide | O |
| There are thick woods where sylvan forms abide | O |
| And many a fountain rivulet and pond | P |
| As clear as elemental diamond | Q |
| Or serene morning air and far beyond | P |
| The mossy tracks made by the goats and deer | R |
| Which the rough shepherd treads but once a year | R |
| Pierce into glades caverns and bowers and halls | S |
| Built round with ivy which the waterfalls | S |
| Illumining with sound that never fails | T |
| Accompany the noonday nightingales | T |
| And all the place is peopled with sweet airs | T |
| The light clear element which the isle wears | T |
| Is heavy with the scent of lemon flowers | T |
| Which floats like mist laden with unseen showers | T |
| And falls upon the eyelids like faint sleep | U |
| And from the moss violets and jonquils peep | U |
| And dart their arrowy odour through the brain | V |
| Till you might faint with that delicious pain | V |
| And every motion odour beam and tone | W |
| With that deep music is in unison | X |
| Which is a soul within the soul they seem | Y |
| Like echoes of an antenatal dream | Y |
| It is an isle 'twixt Heaven Air Earth and Sea | T |
| Cradled and hung in clear tranquillity | P |
| Bright as that wandering Eden Lucifer | Z |
| Wash'd by the soft blue Oceans of young air | L |
| It is a favour'd place Famine or Blight | P |
| Pestilence War and Earthquake never light | P |
| Upon its mountain peaks blind vultures they | A2 |
| Sail onward far upon their fatal way | A2 |
| The wing egrave d storms chanting their thunder psalm | B2 |
| To other lands leave azure chasms of calm | C2 |
| Over this isle or weep themselves in dew | P |
| From which its fields and woods ever renew | P |
| Their green and golden immortality | P |
| And from the sea there rise and from the sky | D2 |
| There fall clear exhalations soft and bright | P |
| Veil after veil each hiding some delight | P |
| Which Sun or Moon or zephyr draw aside | P |
| Till the isle's beauty like a naked bride | P |
| Glowing at once with love and loveliness | T |
| Blushes and trembles at its own excess | T |
| Yet like a buried lamp a Soul no less | T |
| Burns in the heart of this delicious isle | A |
| An atom of th' Eternal whose own smile | A |
| Unfolds itself and may be felt not seen | E2 |
| O'er the gray rocks blue waves and forests green | E2 |
| Filling their bare and void interstices | T |
| But the chief marvel of the wilderness | T |
| Is a lone dwelling built by whom or how | B |
| None of the rustic island people know | F2 |
| 'Tis not a tower of strength though with its height | P |
| It overtops the woods but for delight | P |
| Some wise and tender Ocean King ere crime | G2 |
| Had been invented in the world's young prime | G2 |
| Rear'd it a wonder of that simple time | G2 |
| An envy of the isles a pleasure house | T |
| Made sacred to his sister and his spouse | T |
| It scarce seems now a wreck of human art | P |
| But as it were Titanic in the heart | P |
| Of Earth having assum'd its form then grown | W |
| Out of the mountains from the living stone | W |
| Lifting itself in caverns light and high | D2 |
| For all the antique and learned imagery | P |
| Has been eras'd and in the place of it | P |
| The ivy and the wild vine interknit | P |
| The volumes of their many twining stems | T |
| Parasite flowers illume with dewy gems | T |
| The lampless halls and when they fade the sky | D2 |
| Peeps through their winter woof of tracery | P |
| With moonlight patches or star atoms keen | E2 |
| Or fragments of the day's intense serene | E2 |
| Working mosaic on their Parian floors | T |
| And day and night aloof from the high towers | T |
| And terraces the Earth and Ocean seem | Y |
| To sleep in one another's arms and dream | Y |
| Of waves flowers clouds woods rocks and all that we | P |
| Read in their smiles and call reality | P |
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| This isle and house are mine and I have vow'd | P |
| Thee to be lady of the solitude | P |
| And I have fitted up some chambers there | P |
| Looking towards the golden Eastern air | P |
| And level with the living winds which flow | F2 |
| Like waves above the living waves below | F2 |
| I have sent books and music there and all | A |
| Those instruments with which high Spirits call | A |
| The future from its cradle and the past | P |
| Out of its grave and make the present last | P |
| In thoughts and joys which sleep but cannot die | D2 |
| Folded within their own eternity | P |
| Our simple life wants little and true taste | P |
| Hires not the pale drudge Luxury to waste | P |
| The scene it would adorn and therefore still | A |
| Nature with all her children haunts the hill | A |
| The ring dove in the embowering ivy yet | P |
| Keeps up her love lament and the owls flit | P |
| Round the evening tower and the young stars glance | T |
| Between the quick bats in their twilight dance | T |
| The spotted deer bask in the fresh moonlight | P |
| Before our gate and the slow silent night | P |
| Is measur'd by the pants of their calm sleep | U |
| Be this our home in life and when years heap | U |
| Their wither'd hours like leaves on our decay | A2 |
| Let us become the overhanging day | A2 |
| The living soul of this Elysian isle | A |
| Conscious inseparable one Meanwhile | A |
| We two will rise and sit and walk together | P |
| Under the roof of blue Ionian weather | P |
| And wander in the meadows or ascend | P |
| The mossy mountains where the blue heavens bend | P |
| With lightest winds to touch their paramour | P |
| Or linger where the pebble paven shore | P |
| Under the quick faint kisses of the sea | P |
| Trembles and sparkles as with ecstasy | P |
| Possessing and possess'd by all that is | T |
| Within that calm circumference of bliss | T |
| And by each other till to love and live | H2 |
| Be one or at the noontide hour arrive | H2 |
| Where some old cavern hoar seems yet to keep | U |
| The moonlight of the expir'd night asleep | U |
| Through which the awaken'd day can never peep | U |
| A veil for our seclusion close as night's | T |
| Where secure sleep may kill thine innocent lights | T |
| Sleep the fresh dew of languid love the rain | V |
| Whose drops quench kisses till they burn again | I2 |
| And we will talk until thought's melody | P |
| Become too sweet for utterance and it die | D2 |
| In words to live again in looks which dart | P |
| With thrilling tone into the voiceless heart | P |
| Harmonizing silence without a sound | P |
| Our breath shall intermix our bosoms bound | P |
| And our veins beat together and our lips | T |
| With other eloquence than words eclipse | T |
| The soul that burns between them and the wells | T |
| Which boil under our being's inmost cells | T |
| The fountains of our deepest life shall be | P |
| Confus'd in Passion's golden purity | P |
| As mountain springs under the morning sun | X |
| We shall become the same we shall be one | X |
| Spirit within two frames oh wherefore two | P |
| One passion in twin hearts which grows and grew | P |
| Till like two meteors of expanding flame | J2 |
| Those spheres instinct with it become the same | J2 |
| Touch mingle are transfigur'd ever still | A |
| Burning yet ever inconsumable | A |
| In one another's substance finding food | P |
| Like flames too pure and light and unimbu | J2 |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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