The Nightingale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Conversation Poem AprilA
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No cloud no relique of the sunken dayB
Distinguishes the West no long thin slipC
Of sullen light no obscure trembling huesD
Come we will rest on this old mossy bridgeE
You see the glimmer of the stream beneathF
But hear no murmuring it flows silentlyG
O'er its soft bed of verdure All is stillH
A balmy night and though the stars be dimI
Yet let us think upon the vernal showersJ
That gladden the green earth and we shall findK
A pleasure in the dimness of the starsL
And hark the Nightingale begins its songM
'Most musical most melancholy' birdN
A melancholy bird Oh idle thoughtO
In Nature there is nothing melancholyG
But some night wandering man whose heart was piercedP
With the remembrance of a grievous wrongM
Or slow distemper or neglected loveQ
And so poor wretch filled all things with himselfR
And made all gentle sounds tell back the taleS
Of his own sorrow he and such as heG
First named these notes a melancholy strainT
And many a poet echoes the conceitU
Poet who hath been building up the rhymeV
When he had better far have stretched his limbsW
Beside a brook in mossy forest dellX
By sun or moon light to the influxesW
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elementsW
Surrendering his whole spirit of his songM
And of his fame forgetful so his fameY
Should share in Nature's immortalityG
A venerable thing and so his songM
Should make all Nature lovelier and itselfR
Be loved like Nature But 'twill not be soW
And youths and maidens most poeticalX
Who lose the deepening twilights of the springZ
In ball rooms and hot theatres they stillX
Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighsW
O'er Philomela's pity pleading strainsW
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My Friend and thou our Sister we have learntA2
A different lore we may not thus profaneT
Nature's sweet voices always full of loveQ
And joyance 'Tis the merry NightingaleX
That crowds and hurries and precipitatesW
With fast thick warble his delicious notesW
As he were fearful that an April nightB2
Would be too short for him to utter forthC2
His love chant and disburthen his full soulX
Of all its musicD2
And I know a groveE2
Of large extent hard by a castle hugeF2
Which the great lord inhabits not and soW
This grove is wild with tangling underwoodG2
And the trim walks are broken up and grassW
Thin grass and king cups grow within the pathsW
But never elsewhere in one place I knewH2
So many nightingales and far and nearI2
In wood and thicket over the wide groveE2
They answer and provoke each other's songM
With skirmish and capricious passagingsW
And murmurs musical and swift jug jugJ2
And one low piping sound more sweet than allX
Stirring the air with such a harmonyG
That should you close your eyes you might almostK2
Forget it was not day On moonlight bushesW
Whose dewy leaflets are but half disclosedL2
You may perchance behold them on the twigsW
Their bright bright eyes their eyes both bright and fullX
Glistening while many a glow worm in the shadeM2
Lights up her love torchN2
A most gentle MaidM2
Who dwelleth in her hospitable homeO2
Hard by the castle and at latest eveP2
Even like a Lady vowed and dedicateQ2
To something more than Nature in the groveE2
Glides through the pathways she knows all their notesW
That gentle Maid and oft a moment's spaceW
What time the moon was lost behind a cloudR2
Hath heard a pause of silence till the moonS2
Emerging a hath awakened earth and skyT2
With one sensation and those wakeful birdsW
Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsyW
As if some sudden gale had swept at onceW
A hundred airy harps And she hath watchedU2
Many a nightingale perch giddilyX
On blossomy twig still swinging from the breezeW
And to that motion tune his wanton songM
Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing headV2
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Farewell O Warbler till tomorrow eveP2
And you my friends farewell a short farewellX
We have been loitering long and pleasantlyX
And now for our dear homes That strain againW2
Full fain it would delay me My dear babeX2
Who capable of no articulate soundY2
Mars all things with his imitative lispZ2
How he would place his hand beside his earA3
His little hand the small forefinger upB3
And bid us listen And I deem it wiseW
To make him Nature's play mate He knows wellX
The evening star and once when he awokeC3
In most distressful mood some inward painT
Had made up that strange thing an infant's dreamD3
I hurried with him to our orchard plotE3
And he beheld the moon and hushed at onceW
Suspends his sobs and laughs most silentlyX
While his fair eyes that swam with undropped tearsW
Did glitter in the yellow moon beam WellX
It is a father's tale But if that HeavenF3
Should give me life his childhood shall grow upB3
Familiar with these songs that with the nightB2
He may associate joy Once more farewellX
Sweet Nightingale once more my friends farewellX

Samuel Taylor Coleridge



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