Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Xxxiii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGBB HHIIJJKKLLDDMM BBGGNHCCOOPPBBHNKK| 'Twas noon of night when round the pole | A |
| The sullen Bear is seen to roll | A |
| And mortals wearied with the day | B |
| Are slumbering all their cares away | B |
| An infant at that dreary hour | C |
| Came weeping to my silent bower | C |
| And waked me with a piteous prayer | D |
| To shield him from the midnight air | D |
| And who art thou I waking cry | E |
| That bid'st my blissful visions fly | E |
| Ah gentle sire the infant said | F |
| In pity take me to thy shed | F |
| Nor fear deceit a lonely child | G |
| I wander o'er the gloomy wild | G |
| Chill drops the rain and not a ray | B |
| Illumes the drear and misty way | B |
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| I heard the baby's tale of woe | H |
| I heard the bitter night winds blow | H |
| And sighing for his piteous fate | I |
| I trimmed my lamp and oped the gate | I |
| 'Twas Love the little wandering sprite | J |
| His pinion sparkled through the night | J |
| I knew him by his bow and dart | K |
| I knew him by my fluttering heart | K |
| Fondly I take him in and raise | L |
| The dying embers' cheering blaze | L |
| Press from his dank and clinging hair | D |
| The crystals of the freezing air | D |
| And in my hand and bosom hold | M |
| His little fingers thrilling cold | M |
| - | |
| And now the embers' genial ray | B |
| Had warmed his anxious fears away | B |
| I pray thee said the wanton child | G |
| My bosom trembled as he smiled | G |
| I pray thee let me try my bow | N |
| For through the rain I've wandered so | H |
| That much I fear the midnight shower | C |
| Has injured its elastic power | C |
| The fatal bow the urchin drew | O |
| Swift from the string the arrow flew | O |
| As swiftly flew as glancing flame | P |
| And to my inmost spirit came | P |
| Fare thee well I heard him say | B |
| As laughing wild he winged away | B |
| Fare thee well for now I know | H |
| The rain has not relaxt my bow | N |
| It still can send a thrilling dart | K |
| As thou shalt own with all thy heart | K |
Thomas Moore
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