To Harriet -- It Is Not Blasphemy To Hope That Heaven Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKALMNOPQRS ATUVWXYZDA2EB2AC2D2E 2AKF2E2G2NG2H2I2XC2Z J2K2L2M2N2O2P2Q2R2S2 T2YU2G2V2W2F2X2Y2OZ2 A3KB3| It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven | A |
| More perfectly will give those nameless joys | B |
| Which throb within the pulses of the blood | C |
| And sweeten all that bitterness which Earth | D |
| Infuses in the heaven born soul O thou | E |
| Whose dear love gleamed upon the gloomy path | F |
| Which this lone spirit travelled drear and cold | G |
| Yet swiftly leading to those awful limits | H |
| Which mark the bounds of Time and of the space | I |
| When Time shall be no more wilt thou not turn | J |
| Those spirit beaming eyes and look on me | K |
| Until I be assured that Earth is Heaven | A |
| And Heaven is Earth will not thy glowing cheek | L |
| Glowing with soft suffusion rest on mine | M |
| And breathe magnetic sweetness through the frame | N |
| Of my corporeal nature through the soul | O |
| Now knit with these fine fibres I would give | P |
| The longest and the happiest day that fate | Q |
| Has marked on my existence but to feel | R |
| ONE soul reviving kiss O thou most dear | S |
| 'Tis an assurance that this Earth is Heaven | A |
| And Heaven the flower of that untainted seed | T |
| Which springeth here beneath such love as ours | U |
| Harriet let death all mortal ties dissolve | V |
| But ours shall not be mortal The cold hand | W |
| Of Time may chill the love of earthly minds | X |
| Half frozen now the frigid intercourse | Y |
| Of common souls lives but a summer's day | Z |
| It dies where it arose upon this earth | D |
| But ours oh 'tis the stretch of Fancy's hope | A2 |
| To portray its continuance as now | E |
| Warm tranquil spirit healing nor when age | B2 |
| Has tempered these wild ecstasies and given | A |
| A soberer tinge to the luxurious glow | C2 |
| Which blazing on devotion's pinnacle | D2 |
| Makes virtuous passion supersede the power | E2 |
| Of reason nor when life's aestival sun | A |
| To deeper manhood shall have ripened me | K |
| Nor when some years have added judgement's store | F2 |
| To all thy woman sweetness all the fire | E2 |
| Which throbs in thine enthusiast heart not then | G2 |
| Shall holy friendship for what other name | N |
| May love like ours assume not even then | G2 |
| Shall Custom so corrupt or the cold forms | H2 |
| Of this desolate world so harden us | I2 |
| As when we think of the dear love that binds | X |
| Our souls in soft communion while we know | C2 |
| Each other's thoughts and feelings can we say | Z |
| Unblushingly a heartless compliment | J2 |
| Praise hate or love with the unthinking world | K2 |
| Or dare to cut the unrelaxing nerve | L2 |
| That knits our love to virtue Can those eyes | M2 |
| Beaming with mildest radiance on my heart | N2 |
| To purify its purity e'er bend | O2 |
| To soothe its vice or consecrate its fears | P2 |
| Never thou second Self Is confidence | Q2 |
| So vain in virtue that I learn to doubt | R2 |
| The mirror even of Truth Dark flood of Time | S2 |
| Roll as it listeth thee I measure not | T2 |
| By month or moments thy ambiguous course | Y |
| Another may stand by me on thy brink | U2 |
| And watch the bubble whirled beyond his ken | G2 |
| Which pauses at my feet The sense of love | V2 |
| The thirst for action and the impassioned thought | W2 |
| Prolong my being if I wake no more | F2 |
| My life more actual living will contain | X2 |
| Than some gray veteran s of the world's cold school | Y2 |
| Whose listless hours unprofitably roll | O |
| By one enthusiast feeling unredeemed | Z2 |
| Virtue and Love unbending Fortitude | A3 |
| Freedom Devotedness and Purity | K |
| That life my Spirit consecrates to you | B3 |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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