The Fall Of Hebe. A Dithyrambic Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme

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'Twas on a day	A
When the immortals at their banquet lay	A
The bowl	B
Sparkled with starry dew	C
The weeping of those myriad urns of light	D
Within whose orbs the Almighty Power	E
At nature's dawning hour	E
Stored the rich fluid of ethereal soul	B
Around	F
Soft odorous clouds that upward wing their flight	D
From eastern isles	G
Where they have bathed them in the orient ray	A
And with rich fragrance all their bosoms filled	H
In circles flew and melting as they flew	C
A liquid daybreak o'er the board distilled	H
	-
All all was luxury	I
All must be luxury where Lyaeus smiles	G
His locks divine	J
Were crowned	F
With a bright meteor braid	K
Which like an ever springing wreath of vine	J
Shot into brilliant leafy shapes	L
And o'er his brow in lambent tendrils played	K
While mid the foliage hung	M
Like lucid grapes	L
A thousand clustering buds of light	D
Culled from the garden of the galaxy	I
	-
Upon his bosom Cytherea's head	N
Lay lovely as when first the Syrens sung	M
Her beauty's dawn	O
And all the curtains of the deep undrawn	O
Revealed her sleeping in its azure bed	N
The captive deity	I
Hung lingering on her eyes and lip	P
With looks of ecstasy	I
Now on his arm	Q
In blushes she reposed	I
And while he gazed on each bright charm	Q
To shade his burning eyes her hand in dalliance stole	B
	-
And now she raised her rosy mouth to sip	P
The nectared wave	R
Lyaeus gave	R
And from her eyelids half way closed	I
Sent forth a melting gleam	S
Which fell like sun dew in the bowl	B
While her bright hair in mazy flow	T
Of gold descending	U
Adown her cheek's luxurious glow	T
Hung o'er the goblet's side	I
And was reflected in its crystal tide	I
Like a bright crocus flower	E
Whose sunny leaves at evening hour	E
With roses of Cyrene blending	U
Hang o'er the mirror of some silvery stream	S
	-
The Olympian cup	V
Shone in the hands	W
Of dimpled Hebe as she winged her feet	I
Up	V
The empyreal mount	I
To drain the soul drops at their stellar fount	I
And still	X
As the resplendent rill	X
Gushed forth into the cup with mantling heat	I
Her watchful care	Y
Was still to cool its liquid fire	E
With snow white sprinklings of that feathery air	Y
The children of the Pole respire	Y
In those enchanted lands	W
Where life is all a spring and	I
north winds never blow	T
	-
But oh	T
Bright Hebe what a tear	Y
And what a blush were thine	O
When as the breath of every Grace	Z
Wafted thy feet along the studded sphere	Y
With a bright cup for Jove himself to drink	A2
Some star that shone beneath thy tread	I
Raising its amorous head	I
To kiss those matchless feet	I
Checked thy career too fleet	I
And all heaven's host of eyes	B2
Entranced but fearful all	C2
Saw thee sweet Hebe prostrate fall	C2
Upon the bright floor of the azure skies	B2
Where mid its stars thy beauty lay	A
As blossom shaken from the spray	A
Of a spring thorn	O
Lies mid the liquid sparkles of the morn	O
Or as in temples of the Paphian shade	I
The worshippers of Beauty's queen behold	I
An image of their rosy idol laid	I
Upon a diamond shrine	O
	-
The wanton wind	I
Which had pursued the flying fair	Y
And sported mid the tresses unconfined	I
Of her bright hair	Y
Now as she fell oh wanton breeze	D2
Ruffled the robe whose graceful flow	T
Hung o'er those limbs of unsunned snow	T
Purely as the Eleusinian veil	E2
Hangs o'er the Mysteries	D2
	-
The brow of Juno flushed	I
Love blest the breeze	D2
The Muses blushed	I
And every cheek was hid behind a lyre	Y
While every eye looked laughing through the strings	F2
But the bright cup the nectared draught	I
Which Jove himself was to have quaffed	I
Alas alas upturned it lay	A
By the fallen Hebe's side	I
While in slow lingering drops the ethereal tide	I
As conscious of its own rich essence ebbed away	A
	-
Who was the Spirit that remembered Man	O
In that blest hour	Y
And with a wing of love	G2
Brushed off the goblet's scattered tears	H2
As trembling near the edge of heaven they ran	O
And sent them floating to our orb below	T
Essence of immortality	I
The shower	Y
Fell glowing through the spheres	I2
While all around new tints of bliss	J2
New odors and new light	I
Enriched its radiant flow	T
Now with a liquid kiss	J2
It stole along the thrilling wire	Y
Of Heaven's luminous Lyre	Y
Stealing the soul of music in its flight	I
And now amid the breezes bland	I
That whisper from the planets as they roll	B
The bright libation softly fanned	I
By all their sighs meandering stole	B
They who from Atlas' height	I
Beheld this rosy flame	K2
Descending through the waste of night	I
Thought 'twas some planet whose empyreal frame	K2
Had kindled as it rapidly revolved	I
Around its fervid axle and dissolved	I
Into a flood so bright	I
	-
The youthful Day	A
Within his twilight bower	Y
Lay sweetly sleeping	U
On the flushed bosom of a lotos flower	Y
When round him in profusion weeping	U
Dropt the celestial shower	Y
Steeping	U
The rosy clouds that curled	I
About his infant head	I
Like myrrh upon the locks of Cupid shed	I
But when the waking boy	L2
Waved his exhaling tresses through the sky	U
O morn of joy	L2
The tide divine	O
All glorious with the vermil dye	U
It drank beneath his orient eye	U
Distilled in dews upon the world	I
And every drop was wine was heavenly WINE	O
Blest be the sod and blest the flower	Y
On which descended first that shower	Y
All fresh from Jove's nectareous springs	F2
Oh far less sweet the flower the sod	I
O'er which the Spirit of the Rainbow flings	F2
The magic mantle of her solar God	I

Thomas Moore

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