Hymn Of A Virgin Of Delphi, At The Tomb Of Her Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGHIJIJKLKL MNMNOPQPRSRSOTOTSSSS UFVFWOWX| Oh lost forever lost no more | A |
| Shall Vesper light our dewy way | B |
| Along the rocks of Crissa's shore | A |
| To hymn the fading fires of day | B |
| No more to Tempe's distant vale | C |
| In holy musings shall we roam | D |
| Through summer's glow and winter's gale | C |
| To bear the mystic chaplets home | D |
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| 'Twas then my soul's expanding zeal | E |
| By nature warmed and led by thee | F |
| In every breeze was taught to feel | E |
| The breathings of a Deity | F |
| Guide of my heart still hovering round | G |
| Thy looks thy words are still my own | H |
| I see thee raising from the ground | G |
| Some laurel by the winds o'er thrown | H |
| And hear thee say This humble bough | I |
| Was planted for a doom divine | J |
| And though it droop in languor now | I |
| Shall flourish on the Delphic shrine | J |
| Thus in the vale of earthly sense | K |
| Though sunk awhile the spirit lies | L |
| A viewless hand shall cull it thence | K |
| To bloom immortal in the skies | L |
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| All that the young should feel and know | M |
| By thee was taught so sweetly well | N |
| Thy words fell soft as vernal snow | M |
| And all was brightness where they fell | N |
| Fond soother of my infant tear | O |
| Fond sharer of my infant joy | P |
| Is not thy shade still lingering here | Q |
| Am I not still thy soul's employ | P |
| Oh yes and as in former days | R |
| When meeting on the sacred mount | S |
| Our nymphs awaked their choral lays | R |
| And danced around Cassotis' fount | S |
| As then 'twas all thy wish and care | O |
| That mine should be the simplest mien | T |
| My lyre and voice the sweetest there | O |
| My foot the lightest o'er the green | T |
| So still each look and step to mould | S |
| Thy guardian care is round me spread | S |
| Arranging every snowy fold | S |
| And guiding every mazy tread | S |
| And when I lead the hymning choir | U |
| Thy spirit still unseen and free | F |
| Hovers between my lip and lyre | V |
| And weds them into harmony | F |
| Flow Plistus flow thy murmuring wave | W |
| Shall never drop its silvery tear | O |
| Upon so pure so blest a grave | W |
| To memory so entirely dear | X |
Thomas Moore
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