The Loves Of The Angels Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Twas when the world was in its primeA
When the fresh stars had just begunB
Their race of glory and young TimeA
Told his first birth days by the sunB
When in the light of Nature's dawnC
Rejoicing men and angels metD
On the high hill and sunny lawnC
Ere sorrow came or Sin had drawnC
'Twixt man and heaven her curtain yetD
When earth lay nearer to the skiesE
Than in these days of crime and woeF
And mortals saw without surpriseE
In the mid air angelic eyesE
Gazing upon this world belowF
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Alas that Passion should profaneG
Even then the morning of the earthH
That sadder still the fatal stainG
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birthH
And that from Woman's love should fallI
So dark a stain most sad of allI
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One evening in that primal hourJ
On a hill's side where hung the rayK
Of sunset brightening rill and bowerJ
Three noble youths conversing layK
And as they lookt from time to timeA
To the far sky where Daylight furledD
His radiant wing their brows sublimeA
Bespoke them of that distant worldD
Spirits who once in brotherhoodD
Of faith and bliss near ALLA stoodD
And o'er whose cheeks full oft had blownL
The wind that breathes from ALLA'S throneL
Creatures of light such as still playK
Like motes in sunshine round the LordD
And thro' their infinite arrayK
Transmit each moment night and dayK
The echo of His luminous wordD
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Of Heaven they spoke and still more oftD
Of the bright eyes that charmed them thenceM
Till yielding gradual to the softD
And balmy evening's influenceN
The silent breathing of the flowersO
The melting light that beamed aboveP
As on their first fond erring hoursO
Each told the story of his loveP
The history of that hour unblestD
When like a bird from its high nestD
Won down by fascinating eyesE
For Woman's smile he lost the skiesE
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The First who spoke was one with lookQ
The least celestial of the threeR
A Spirit of light mould that tookQ
The prints of earth most yieldinglyK
Who even in heaven was not of thoseS
Nearest the Throne but held a placeT
Far off among those shining rowsS
That circle out thro' endless spaceT
And o'er whose wings the light from HimU
In Heaven's centre falls most dimU
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Still fair and glorious he but shoneL
Among those youths the unheavenliest oneB
A creature to whom light remainedD
From Eden still but altered stainedD
And o'er whose brow not Love aloneL
A blight had in his transit castD
But other earthlier joys had goneC
And left their foot prints as they pastD
Sighing as back thro' ages flownL
Like a tomb searcher Memory ranV
Lifting each shroud that Time had thrownL
O'er buried hopes he thus beganV
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First Angel's StoryR
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'Twas in a land that far awayK
Into the golden orient liesE
Where Nature knows not night's delayK
But springs to meet her bridegroom DayK
Upon the threshold of the skiesE
One morn on earthly mission sentD
And mid way choosing where to lightD
I saw from the blue elementD
Oh beautiful but fatal sightD
One of earth's fairest womankindD
Half veiled from view or rather shrinedD
In the clear crystal of a brookQ
Which while it hid no single gleamW
Of her young beauties made them lookQ
More spirit like as they might seemW
Thro' the dim shadowing of a dreamW
Pausing in wonder I lookt onX
While playfully around her breakingY
The waters that like diamonds shoneL
She moved in light of her own makingY
At length as from that airy heightD
I gently lowered my breathless flightD
The tremble of my wings all o'erJ
For thro' each plume I felt the thrillK
Startled her as she reached the shoreZ
Of that small lake her mirror stillK
Above whose brink she stood like snowF
When rosy with a sunset glowF
Never shall I forget those eyesE
The shame the innocent surpriseE
Of that bright face when in the airA2
Uplooking she beheld me thereA2
It seemed as if each thought and lookQ
And motion were that minute chainedD
Fast to the spot such root she tookQ
And like a sunflower by a brookQ
With face upturned so still remainedD
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In pity to the wondering maidD
Tho' loath from such a vision turningY
Downward I bent beneath the shadeD
Of my spread wings to hide the burningY
Of glances which I well could feelK
For me for her too warmly shoneL
But ere I could again unsealK
My restless eyes or even stealK
One sidelong look the maid was goneC
Hid from me in the forest leavesB2
Sudden as when in all her charmsC2
Of full blown light some cloud receivesB2
The Moon into his dusky armsC2
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'Tis not in words to tell the powerJ
The despotism that from that hourJ
Passion held o'er me Day and nightD
I sought around each neighboring spotD
And in the chase of this sweet lightD
My task and heaven and all forgotD
All but the one sole haunting dreamW
Of her I saw in that bright streamW
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Nor was it long ere by her sideD
I found myself whole happy daysD2
Listening to words whose music viedD
With our own Eden's seraph laysD2
When seraph lays are warmed by loveP
But wanting that far far aboveP
And looking into eyes where blueK
And beautiful like skies seen thro'J
The sleeping wave for me there shoneL
A heaven more worshipt than my ownL
Oh what while I could hear and seeR
Such words and looks was heaven to meR
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Tho' gross the air on earth I drewJ
'Twas blessed while she breathed it tooJ
Tho' dark the flowers tho' dim the skyE2
Love lent them light while she was nighE2
Throughout creation I but knewJ
Two separate worlds the one that smallK
Beloved and consecrated spotD
Where LEA was the other allK
The dull wide waste where she was notD
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But vain my suit my madness vainG
Tho' gladly from her eyes to gainG
One earthly look one stray desireJ
I would have torn the wings that hungF2
Furled at my back and o'er the FireJ
In GEHIM'S pit their fragments flungF2
'Twas hopeless all pure and unmovedD
She stood as lilies in the lightD
Of the hot noon but look more whiteD
And tho' she loved me deeply lovedD
'Twas not as man as mortal noF
Nothing of earth was in that glowF
She loved me but as one of raceT
Angelic from that radiant placeT
She saw so oft in dreams that HeavenB
To which her prayers at morn were sentD
And on whose light she gazed at evenG2
Wishing for wings that she might goF
Out of this shadowy world belowF
To that free glorious elementD
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Well I remember by her sideD
Sitting at rosy even tideD
When turning to the star whose headD
Lookt out as from a bridal bedD
At that mute blushing hour she saidD
'Oh that it were my doom to beR
'The Spirit of yon beauteous starJ
'Dwelling up there in purityR
'Alone as all such bright things areJ
'My sole employ to pray and shineH2
'To light my censer at the sunB
'And cast its fire towards the shrineH2
'Of Him in heaven the Eternal One '-
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So innocent the maid so freeR
From mortal taint in soul and frameI2
Whom 'twas my crime my destinyR
To love ay burn for with a flameI2
To which earth's wildest fires are tameI2
Had you but seen her look when firstD
From my mad lips the avowal burstD
Not angered no the feeling cameI2
From depths beyond mere anger's flameI2
It was a sorrow calm as deepJ2
A mournfulness that could not weepJ2
So filled her heart was to the brinkK2
So fixt and frozen with grief to thinkK2
That angel natures that even IE2
Whose love she clung to as the tieE2
Between her spirit and the skyE2
Should fall thus headlong from the heightD
Of all that heaven hath pure and brightD
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That very night my heart had grownL
Impatient of its inward burningY
The term too of my stay was flownL
And the bright Watchers near the throneL
Already if a meteor shoneL
Between them and this nether zoneL
Thought 'twas their herald's wing returningY
Oft did the potent spell word givenB
To Envoys hither from the skiesE
To be pronounced when back to heavenB
It is their time or wish to riseE
Come to my lips that fatal dayD
And once too was so nearly spokenB
That my spread plumage in the rayD
And breeze of heaven began to playD
When my heart failed the spell was brokenB
The word unfinisht died awayD
And my checkt plumes ready to soarJ
Fell slack and lifeless as beforeJ
How could I leave a world which sheR
Or lost or won made all to meR
No matter where my wanderings wereJ
So there she looJ

Thomas Moore



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