Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Xxii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ DDKK

The Phrygian rock that braves the stormA
Was once a weeping matron's formA
And Progne hapless frantic maidB
Is now a swallow in the shadeB
Oh that a mirror's form were mineC
That I might catch that smile divineC
And like my own fond fancy beD
Reflecting thee and only theeD
Or could I be the robe which holdsE
That graceful form within its foldsE
Or turned into a fountain laveF
Thy beauties in my circling waveF
Would I were perfume for thy hairG
To breathe my soul in fragrance thereG
Or better still the zone that liesH
Close to thy breast and feels its sighsH
Or even those envious pearls that showI
So faintly round that neck of snowI
Yes I would be a happy gemJ
Like them to hang to fade like themJ
What more would thy Anacreon beD
Oh any thing that touches theeD
Nay sandals for those airy feetK
Even to be trod by them were sweetK

Thomas Moore



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