The Sunset Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGAHICJKLMNOPQR STU NVJWXYZA2B2C2D2E2F2G 2H2D2I2J2K2NL2 M2NNN2O2 N

There late was One within whose subtle beingA
As light and wind within some delicate cloudB
That fades amid the blue noon's burning skyC
Genius and death contended None may knowD
The sweetness of the joy which made his breathE
Fail like the trances of the summer airF
When with the Lady of his love who thenG
First knew the unreserve of mingled beingA
He walked along the pathway of a fieldH
Which to the east a hoar wood shadowed o'erI
But to the west was open to the skyC
There now the sun had sunk but lines of goldJ
Hung on the ashen clouds and on the pointsK
Of the far level grass and nodding flowersL
And the old dandelion's hoary beardM
And mingled with the shades of twilight layN
On the brown massy woods and in the eastO
The broad and burning moon lingeringly roseP
Between the black trunks of the crowded treesQ
While the faint stars were gathering overheadR
'Is it not strange Isabel ' said the youthS
'I never saw the sun We will walk hereT
To morrow thou shalt look on it with me 'U
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That night the youth and lady mingled layN
In love and sleep but when the morning cameV
The lady found her lover dead and coldJ
Let none believe that God in mercy gaveW
That stroke The lady died not nor grew wildX
But year by year lived on in truth I thinkY
Her gentleness and patience and sad smilesZ
And that she did not die but lived to tendA2
Her ag d father were a kind of madnessB2
If madness 'tis to be unlike the worldC2
For but to see her were to read the taleD2
Woven by some subtlest bard to make hard heartsE2
Dissolve away in wisdom working griefF2
Her eyes were black and lustreless and wanG2
Her eyelashes were worn away with tearsH2
Her lips and cheeks were like things dead so paleD2
Her hands were thin and through their wandering veinsI2
And weak articulations might be seenJ2
Day's ruddy light The tomb of thy dead selfK2
Which one vexed ghost inhabits night and dayN
Is all lost child that now remains of theeL2
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'Inheritor of more than earth can giveM2
Passionless calm and silence unreprovedN
Whether the dead find oh not sleep but restN
And are the uncomplaining things they seemN2
Or live or drop in the deep sea of LoveO2
Oh that like thine mine epitaph were Peace '-
This was the only moan she ever madeN

Percy Bysshe Shelley



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