With A Guitar, To Jane Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEFGGHHIIJJKKBB LMNNKOPPBBHHQQRRSSTT DD UUVVWXYYZZBBFEA2A2B2 B2JJZZZZZZZZZZIIC2C2 D2D2B2B2E2E2LLD2D2B2 B2JJ

Ariel to Miranda TakeA
This slave of music for the sakeA
Of him who is the slave of theeB
And teach it all the harmonyB
In which thou canst and only thouC
Make the delighted spirit glowD
Till joy denies itself againE
And too intense is turned to painF
For by permission and commandG
Of thine own Prince FerdinandG
Poor Ariel sends this silent tokenH
Of more than ever can be spokenH
Your guardian spirit Ariel whoI
From life to life must still pursueI
Your happiness for thus aloneJ
Can Ariel ever find his ownJ
From Prospero's enchanted cellK
As the mighty verses tellK
To the throne of Naples heB
Lit you o'er the trackless seaB
Flitting on your prow beforeL
Like a living meteorM
When you die the silent MoonN
In her interlunar swoonN
Is not sadder in her cellK
Than deserted ArielO
When you live again on earthP
Like an unseen Star of birthP
Ariel guides you o'er the seaB
Of life from your nativityB
Many changes have been runH
Since Ferdinand and you begunH
Your course of love and Ariel stillQ
Has tracked your steps and served your willQ
Now in humbler happier lotR
This is all remembered notR
And now alas the poor sprite isS
Imprisoned for some fault of hisS
In a body like a graveT
From you he only dares to craveT
For his service and his sorrowD
A smile today a song tomorrowD
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The artist who this idol wroughtU
To echo all harmonious thoughtU
Felled a tree while on the steepV
The woods were in their winter sleepV
Rocked in that repose divineW
On the wind swept ApennineX
And dreaming some of Autumn pastY
And some of Spring approaching fastY
And some of April buds and showersZ
And some of songs in July bowersZ
And all of love and so this treeB
O that such our death may beB
Died in sleep and felt no painF
To live in happier form againE
From which beneath Heaven's fairest starA2
The artist wrought this loved GuitarA2
And taught it justly to replyB2
To all who question skilfullyB2
In language gentle as thine ownJ
Whispering in enamoured toneJ
Sweet oracles of woods and dellsZ
And summer winds in sylvan cellsZ
For it had learnt all harmoniesZ
Of the plains and of the skiesZ
Of the forests and the mountainsZ
And the many voiced fountainsZ
The clearest echoes of the hillsZ
The softest notes of falling rillsZ
The melodies of birds and beesZ
The murmuring of summer seasZ
And pattering rain and breathing dewI
And airs of evening and it knewI
That seldom heard mysterious soundC2
Which driven on its diurnal roundC2
As it floats through boundless dayD2
Our world enkindles on its wayD2
All this it knows but will not tellB2
To those who cannot question wellB2
The Spirit that inhabits itE2
It talks according to the witE2
Of its companions and no moreL
Is heard than has been felt beforeL
By those who tempt it to betrayD2
These secrets of an elder dayD2
But sweetly as its answers willB2
Flatter hands of perfect skillB2
It keeps its highest holiest toneJ
For one beloved Friend aloneJ

Percy Bysshe Shelley



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