The Grecian Girl's Dream Of The Blessed Islands.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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TO HER LOVERA
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Was it the moon or was it morning's rayB
That call'd thee dearest from these arms awayB
Scarce hadst thou left me when a dream of nightC
Came o'er my spirit so distinct and brightC
That while I yet can vividly recallD
Its witching wonders thou shall hear them allD
Methought I saw upon the lunar beamE
Two winged boys such as thy muse might dreamE
Descending from above at that still hourA
And gliding with smooth step into my bowerA
Fair as the beauteous spirits that all dayB
In Amatha's warm founts imprisoned stayB
But rise at midnight from the enchanted rillF
To cool their plumes upon some moonlight hillF
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At once I knew their mission 'twas to bearG
My spirit upward through the paths of airG
To that elysian realm from whence stray beamsH
So oft in sleep had visited my dreamsH
Swift at their touch dissolved the ties that clungI
All earthly round me and aloft I sprungI
While heavenward guides the little genii flewJ
Thro' paths of light refreshed by heaven's own dewJ
And fanned by airs still fragrant with the breathK
Of cloudless climes and worlds that know not deathK
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Thou knowest that far beyond our nether skyL
And shown but dimly to man's erring eyeL
A mighty ocean of blue ether rollsM
Gemmed with bright islands where the chosen soulsM
Who've past in lore and love their earthly hoursN
Repose for ever in unfading bowersN
That very moon whose solitary lightC
So often guides thee to my bower at nightC
Is no chill planet but an isle of loveO
Floating in splendor through those seas aboveO
And peopled with bright forms aerial grownP
Nor knowing aught of earth but love aloneP
Thither I thought we winged our airy wayB
Mild o'er its valleys streamed a silvery dayB
While all around on lily beds of restQ
Reclined the spirits of the immortal BlestQ
Oh there I met those few congenial maidsR
Whom love hath warmed in philosophic shadesR
There still Leontium on her sage's breastQ
Found lore and love was tutored and carestQ
And there the clasp of Pythia's gentle armsS
Repaid the zeal which deified her charmsS
The Attic Master in Aspasia's eyesT
Forgot the yoke of less endearing tiesT
While fair Theano innocently fairG
Wreathed playfully her Samian's flowing hairG
Whose soul now fixt its transmigrations pastQ
Found in those arms a resting place at lastQ
And smiling owned whate'er his dreamy thoughtQ
In mystic numbers long had vainly soughtQ
The One that's formed of Two whom love hath boundQ
Is the best number gods or men e'er foundQ
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But think my Theon with what joy I thrilledQ
When near a fount which through the valley rilledQ
My fancy's eye beheld a form reclineU
Of lunar race but so resembling thineU
That oh 'twas but fidelity in meV
To fly to clasp and worship it for theeV
No aid of words the unbodied soul requiresN
To waft a wish or embassy desiresN
But by a power to spirits only givenW
A deep mute impulse only felt in heavenW
Swifter than meteor shaft through summer skiesT
From soul to soul the glanced idea fliesT
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Oh my beloved how divinely sweetQ
Is the pure joy when kindred spirits meetQ
Like him the river god whose waters flowX
With love their only light through caves belowX
Wafting in triumph all the flowery braidsR
And festal rings with which Olympic maidsR
Have decked his current as an offering meetQ
To lay at Arethusa's shining feetQ
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Think when he meets at last his fountain brideQ
What perfect love must thrill the blended tideQ
Each lost in each till mingling into oneW
Their lot the same for shadow or for sunW
A type of true love to the deep they runW
'Twas thusY
But Theon 'tis an endless themeE
And thou growest weary of my half told dreamE
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Oh would my love we were together nowZ
And I would woo sweet patience to thy browZ
And make thee smile at all the magic talesA2
Of starlight bowers and planetary valesA2
Which my fond soul inspired by thee and loveO
In slumber's loom hath fancifully woveB2
But no no more soon as tomorrow's rayB
O'er soft Ilissus shall have died awayB
I'll come and while love's planet in the westQ
Shines o'er our meeting tell thee all the restQ

Thomas Moore



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