Poems Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJK LLMMCC

No Muse will I invoke for she is fledA
Lo where she sits breathing yet all but deadA
She loved the heavens of old she thought them fairB
And dream'd of Gods in Tempe's golden airB
For her the wind had voice the sea its cryC
She deem'd heroic Greece could never dieC
Breathless was she to think what nymphs might playD
In clear green depths deep shaded from the dayD
She thought the dim and inarticulate godE
Was beautiful nor knew she man a sodE
But hoped what seem'd might not be all untrueF
And feared to look beyond the eternal blueF
But now the heavens are bared of dreams divineG
Still murmurs she like Autumn This was mineG
How should she face the ghastly jarring TruthH
That questions all and tramples without ruthH
And still she clings to Ida of her dreamsI
And sobs Ah let the world be what it seemsI
Then the shy nymph shall softly come againJ
The world once more make music for her painK
For sitting in the dim and ghostly nightL
She fain would stay the strong approach of lightL
While later bards cleave to her and believeM
That in her sorrow she can still conceiveM
Oh let her dream still lovely is her sighC
Oh rouse her not or she shall surely dieC

Stephen Phillips



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