Fiordispina Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFF FFCCFFDDCCDEGGHHIIDD JFFK GLMMHDDNNDDFFEO PEQD GRSII T DDUULG VAAWWXFBBNNGGN| The season was the childhood of sweet June | A |
| Whose sunny hours from morning until noon | A |
| Went creeping through the day with silent feet | B |
| Each with its load of pleasure slow yet sweet | B |
| Like the long years of blest Eternity | C |
| Never to be developed Joy to thee | C |
| Fiordispina and thy Cosimo | D |
| For thou the wonders of the depth canst know | E |
| Of this unfathomable flood of hours | F |
| Sparkling beneath the heaven which embowers | F |
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| They were two cousins almost like to twins | F |
| Except that from the catalogue of sins | F |
| Nature had rased their love which could not be | C |
| But by dissevering their nativity | C |
| And so they grew together like two flowers | F |
| Upon one stem which the same beams and showers | F |
| Lull or awaken in their purple prime | D |
| Which the same hand will gather the same clime | D |
| Shake with decay This fair day smiles to see | C |
| All those who love and who e er loved like thee | C |
| Fiordispina Scarcely Cosimo | D |
| Within whose bosom and whose brain now glow | E |
| The ardours of a vision which obscure | G |
| The very idol of its portraiture | G |
| He faints dissolved into a sea of love | H |
| But thou art as a planet sphered above | H |
| But thou art Love itself ruling the motion | I |
| Of his subjected spirit such emotion | I |
| Must end in sin and sorrow if sweet May | D |
| Had not brought forth this morn your wedding day | D |
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| Lie there sleep awhile in your own dew | J |
| Ye faint eyed children of the Hours | F |
| Fiordispina said and threw the flowers | F |
| Which she had from the breathing | K |
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| A table near of polished porphyry | G |
| They seemed to wear a beauty from the eye | L |
| That looked on them a fragrance from the touch | M |
| Whose warmth checked their life a light such | M |
| As sleepers wear lulled by the voice they love which did reprove | H |
| The childish pity that she felt for them | D |
| And a remorse that from their stem | D |
| She had divided such fair shapes made | N |
| A feeling in the which was a shade | N |
| Of gentle beauty on the flowers there lay | D |
| All gems that make the earth s dark bosom gay | D |
| rods of myrtle buds and lemon blooms | F |
| And that leaf tinted lightly which assumes | F |
| The livery of unremembered snow | E |
| Violets whose eyes have drunk | O |
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| Fiordispina and her nurse are now | P |
| Upon the steps of the high portico | E |
| Under the withered arm of Media | Q |
| She flings her glowing arm | D |
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| step by step and stair by stair | G |
| That withered woman gray and white and brown | R |
| More like a trunk by lichens overgrown | S |
| Than anything which once could have been human | I |
| And ever as she goes the palsied woman | I |
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| 'How slow and painfully you seem to walk | T |
| Poor Media you tire yourself with talk ' | - |
| And well it may | D |
| Fiordispina dearest well a day | D |
| You are hastening to a marriage bed | U |
| I to the grave And if my love were dead | U |
| Unless my heart deceives me I would lie | L |
| Beside him in my shroud as willingly | G |
| As now in the gay night dress Lilla wrought ' | - |
| 'Fie child Let that unseasonable thought | V |
| Not be remembered till it snows in June | A |
| Such fancies are a music out of tune | A |
| With the sweet dance your heart must keep to night | W |
| What would you take all beauty and delight | W |
| Back to the Paradise from which you sprung | X |
| And leave to grosser mortals | F |
| And say sweet lamb would you not learn the sweet | B |
| And subtle mystery by which spirits meet | B |
| Who knows whether the loving game is played | N |
| When once of mortal vesture disarrayed | N |
| The naked soul goes wandering here and there | G |
| Through the wide deserts of Elysian air | G |
| The violet dies not till it | N |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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