With A Guitar, To Jane Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEFGGHHIIJJKKBB LMNNKOPPBBHHQQRRSSTT DD UUVVWXYYZZBBFEA2A2B2 B2JJZZZZZZZZZZIIC2C2 D2D2B2B2E2E2LLD2D2B2 B2JJ| Ariel to Miranda Take | A |
| This slave of music for the sake | A |
| Of him who is the slave of thee | B |
| And teach it all the harmony | B |
| In which thou canst and only thou | C |
| Make the delighted spirit glow | D |
| Till joy denies itself again | E |
| And too intense is turned to pain | F |
| For by permission and command | G |
| Of thine own Prince Ferdinand | G |
| Poor Ariel sends this silent token | H |
| Of more than ever can be spoken | H |
| Your guardian spirit Ariel who | I |
| From life to life must still pursue | I |
| Your happiness for thus alone | J |
| Can Ariel ever find his own | J |
| From Prospero's enchanted cell | K |
| As the mighty verses tell | K |
| To the throne of Naples he | B |
| Lit you o'er the trackless sea | B |
| Flitting on your prow before | L |
| Like a living meteor | M |
| When you die the silent Moon | N |
| In her interlunar swoon | N |
| Is not sadder in her cell | K |
| Than deserted Ariel | O |
| When you live again on earth | P |
| Like an unseen Star of birth | P |
| Ariel guides you o'er the sea | B |
| Of life from your nativity | B |
| Many changes have been run | H |
| Since Ferdinand and you begun | H |
| Your course of love and Ariel still | Q |
| Has tracked your steps and served your will | Q |
| Now in humbler happier lot | R |
| This is all remembered not | R |
| And now alas the poor sprite is | S |
| Imprisoned for some fault of his | S |
| In a body like a grave | T |
| From you he only dares to crave | T |
| For his service and his sorrow | D |
| A smile today a song tomorrow | D |
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| The artist who this idol wrought | U |
| To echo all harmonious thought | U |
| Felled a tree while on the steep | V |
| The woods were in their winter sleep | V |
| Rocked in that repose divine | W |
| On the wind swept Apennine | X |
| And dreaming some of Autumn past | Y |
| And some of Spring approaching fast | Y |
| And some of April buds and showers | Z |
| And some of songs in July bowers | Z |
| And all of love and so this tree | B |
| O that such our death may be | B |
| Died in sleep and felt no pain | F |
| To live in happier form again | E |
| From which beneath Heaven's fairest star | A2 |
| The artist wrought this loved Guitar | A2 |
| And taught it justly to reply | B2 |
| To all who question skilfully | B2 |
| In language gentle as thine own | J |
| Whispering in enamoured tone | J |
| Sweet oracles of woods and dells | Z |
| And summer winds in sylvan cells | Z |
| For it had learnt all harmonies | Z |
| Of the plains and of the skies | Z |
| Of the forests and the mountains | Z |
| And the many voiced fountains | Z |
| The clearest echoes of the hills | Z |
| The softest notes of falling rills | Z |
| The melodies of birds and bees | Z |
| The murmuring of summer seas | Z |
| And pattering rain and breathing dew | I |
| And airs of evening and it knew | I |
| That seldom heard mysterious sound | C2 |
| Which driven on its diurnal round | C2 |
| As it floats through boundless day | D2 |
| Our world enkindles on its way | D2 |
| All this it knows but will not tell | B2 |
| To those who cannot question well | B2 |
| The Spirit that inhabits it | E2 |
| It talks according to the wit | E2 |
| Of its companions and no more | L |
| Is heard than has been felt before | L |
| By those who tempt it to betray | D2 |
| These secrets of an elder day | D2 |
| But sweetly as its answers will | B2 |
| Flatter hands of perfect skill | B2 |
| It keeps its highest holiest tone | J |
| For one beloved Friend alone | J |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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