Oberon's Palace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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After the feast my Shapcot seeA
The fairy court I give to theeA
Where we'll present our Oberon ledB
Half tipsy to the fairy bedB
Where Mab he finds who there doth lieC
Not without mickle majestyA
Which done and thence remov'd the lightD
We'll wish both them and thee good nightD
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Full as a bee with thyme and redB
As cherry harvest now high fedB
For lust and action on he'll goE
To lie with Mab though all say noE
Lust has no ears he's sharp as thornF
And fretful carries hay in's hornF
And lightning in his eyes and flingsG
Among the elves if moved the stingsG
Of peltish wasps well know his guardH
Kings though they're hated will be fear'dI
Wine lead s him on Thus to a groveJ
Sometimes devoted unto loveK
Tinselled with twilight he and theyL
Led by the shine of snails a wayL
Beat with their num'rous feet which byC
Many a neat perplexityA
Many a turn and many a crossM
Track they redeem a bank of mossM
Spongy and swelling and far moreN
Soft than the finest Lemster oreN
Mildly disparkling like those firesO
Which break from the enjewell'd tyresO
Of curious brides or like those mitesO
Of candi'd dew in moony nightsO
Upon this convex all the flowersO
Nature begets by th' sun and showersO
Are to a wild digestion broughtP
As if love's sampler here was wroughtP
Or Citherea's ceston whichQ
All with temptation doth bewitchQ
Sweet airs move here and more divineR
Made by the breath of great eyed kineR
Who as they low impearl with milkS
The four leaved grass or moss like silkS
The breath of monkeys met to mixO
With musk flies are th' aromaticsO
Which 'cense this arch and here and thereT
And farther off and everywhereT
Throughout that brave mosaic yardH
Those picks or diamonds in the cardH
With peeps of hearts of club and spadeU
Are here most neatly inter laidU
Many a counter many a dieC
Half rotten and without an eyeC
Lies hereabouts and for to paveV
The excellency of this caveV
Squirrels' and children's teeth late shedB
Are neatly here enchequeredB
With brownest toadstones and the gumW
That shines upon the bluer plumW
The nails fallen off by whitflaws art'sO
Wise hand enchasing here those wartsO
Which we to others from ourselvesO
Sell and brought hither by the elvesO
The tempting mole stolen from the neckX
Of the shy virgin seems to deckX
The holy entrance where withinR
The room is hung with the blue skinR
Of shifted snake enfriez'd throughoutB
With eyes of peacocks' trains and troutB
Flies' curious wings and these amongY
Those silver pence that cut the tongueY
Of the red infant neatly hungY
The glow worm's eyes the shining scalesO
Of silv'ry fish wheat straws the snail'sO
Soft candle light the kitling's eyneR
Corrupted wood serve here for shineR
No glaring light of bold fac'd dayB
Or other over radiant rayB
Ransacks this room but what weak beamsO
Can make reflected from these gemsO
And multiply such is the lightB
But ever doubtful day or nightB
By this quaint taper light he windsO
His errors up and now he findsO
His moon tann'd Mab as somewhat sickZ
And love knows tender as a chickZ
Upon six plump dandillions highC
Rear'd lies her elvish majestyB
Whose woolly bubbles seem'd to drownR
Her Mabship in obedient downR
For either sheet was spread the caulA2
That doth the infant's face enthralB2
When it is born by some enstyl'dB
The lucky omen of the childB
And next to these two blankets o'erC2
Cast of the finest gossamoreC2
And then a rug of carded woolD2
Which sponge like drinking in the dullE2
Light of the moon seemed to complyC
Cloud like the dainty deityB
Thus soft she lies and overheadB
A spinner's circle is bespreadB
With cob web curtains from the roofF2
So neatly sunk as that no proofF2
Of any tackling can declareC2
What gives it hanging in the airC2
The fringe about this are those threadsO
Broke at the loss of maidenheadsO
And all behung with these pure pearlsO
Dropp'd from the eyes of ravish'd girlsO
Or writhing brides when panting theyB
Give unto love the straiter wayB
For music now he has the criesO
Of feigned lost virginitiesO
The which the elves make to exciteB
A more unconquered appetiteB
The king's undrest and now uponR
The gnat's watchword the elves are goneR
And now the bed and Mab possess'dB
Of this great little kingly guestB
We'll nobly think what's to be doneR
He'll do no doubt this flax is spunR

Robert Herrick



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