The Loves Of The Angels Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCCDEFEEF GHGHII JKJKADADDDLLKDKKD DMDNOPOPDDEE QRQKSTSTUU LBDDLDCDLVLV R KEKKEDDDDDDQWQWWXYLY DDJKZKFFEEA2A2QDQQD DYDYKLKKCB2C2B2C2 JJDDDDWW DD2DD2PPKJLLRR JJE2E2JKDKD GGJF2JF2DDDDFFTTBDG2 FFD DDDDDRJRJH2BH2 RI2RI2I2DDI2I2J2J2K2 K2E2E2E2DD LYLLLLYBEBEDBDDBDJJR RJJ| 'Twas when the world was in its prime | A |
| When the fresh stars had just begun | B |
| Their race of glory and young Time | A |
| Told his first birth days by the sun | B |
| When in the light of Nature's dawn | C |
| Rejoicing men and angels met | D |
| On the high hill and sunny lawn | C |
| Ere sorrow came or Sin had drawn | C |
| 'Twixt man and heaven her curtain yet | D |
| When earth lay nearer to the skies | E |
| Than in these days of crime and woe | F |
| And mortals saw without surprise | E |
| In the mid air angelic eyes | E |
| Gazing upon this world below | F |
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| Alas that Passion should profane | G |
| Even then the morning of the earth | H |
| That sadder still the fatal stain | G |
| Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth | H |
| And that from Woman's love should fall | I |
| So dark a stain most sad of all | I |
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| One evening in that primal hour | J |
| On a hill's side where hung the ray | K |
| Of sunset brightening rill and bower | J |
| Three noble youths conversing lay | K |
| And as they lookt from time to time | A |
| To the far sky where Daylight furled | D |
| His radiant wing their brows sublime | A |
| Bespoke them of that distant world | D |
| Spirits who once in brotherhood | D |
| Of faith and bliss near ALLA stood | D |
| And o'er whose cheeks full oft had blown | L |
| The wind that breathes from ALLA'S throne | L |
| Creatures of light such as still play | K |
| Like motes in sunshine round the Lord | D |
| And thro' their infinite array | K |
| Transmit each moment night and day | K |
| The echo of His luminous word | D |
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| Of Heaven they spoke and still more oft | D |
| Of the bright eyes that charmed them thence | M |
| Till yielding gradual to the soft | D |
| And balmy evening's influence | N |
| The silent breathing of the flowers | O |
| The melting light that beamed above | P |
| As on their first fond erring hours | O |
| Each told the story of his love | P |
| The history of that hour unblest | D |
| When like a bird from its high nest | D |
| Won down by fascinating eyes | E |
| For Woman's smile he lost the skies | E |
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| The First who spoke was one with look | Q |
| The least celestial of the three | R |
| A Spirit of light mould that took | Q |
| The prints of earth most yieldingly | K |
| Who even in heaven was not of those | S |
| Nearest the Throne but held a place | T |
| Far off among those shining rows | S |
| That circle out thro' endless space | T |
| And o'er whose wings the light from Him | U |
| In Heaven's centre falls most dim | U |
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| Still fair and glorious he but shone | L |
| Among those youths the unheavenliest one | B |
| A creature to whom light remained | D |
| From Eden still but altered stained | D |
| And o'er whose brow not Love alone | L |
| A blight had in his transit cast | D |
| But other earthlier joys had gone | C |
| And left their foot prints as they past | D |
| Sighing as back thro' ages flown | L |
| Like a tomb searcher Memory ran | V |
| Lifting each shroud that Time had thrown | L |
| O'er buried hopes he thus began | V |
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| - | |
| First Angel's Story | R |
| - | |
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| 'Twas in a land that far away | K |
| Into the golden orient lies | E |
| Where Nature knows not night's delay | K |
| But springs to meet her bridegroom Day | K |
| Upon the threshold of the skies | E |
| One morn on earthly mission sent | D |
| And mid way choosing where to light | D |
| I saw from the blue element | D |
| Oh beautiful but fatal sight | D |
| One of earth's fairest womankind | D |
| Half veiled from view or rather shrined | D |
| In the clear crystal of a brook | Q |
| Which while it hid no single gleam | W |
| Of her young beauties made them look | Q |
| More spirit like as they might seem | W |
| Thro' the dim shadowing of a dream | W |
| Pausing in wonder I lookt on | X |
| While playfully around her breaking | Y |
| The waters that like diamonds shone | L |
| She moved in light of her own making | Y |
| At length as from that airy height | D |
| I gently lowered my breathless flight | D |
| The tremble of my wings all o'er | J |
| For thro' each plume I felt the thrill | K |
| Startled her as she reached the shore | Z |
| Of that small lake her mirror still | K |
| Above whose brink she stood like snow | F |
| When rosy with a sunset glow | F |
| Never shall I forget those eyes | E |
| The shame the innocent surprise | E |
| Of that bright face when in the air | A2 |
| Uplooking she beheld me there | A2 |
| It seemed as if each thought and look | Q |
| And motion were that minute chained | D |
| Fast to the spot such root she took | Q |
| And like a sunflower by a brook | Q |
| With face upturned so still remained | D |
| - | |
| In pity to the wondering maid | D |
| Tho' loath from such a vision turning | Y |
| Downward I bent beneath the shade | D |
| Of my spread wings to hide the burning | Y |
| Of glances which I well could feel | K |
| For me for her too warmly shone | L |
| But ere I could again unseal | K |
| My restless eyes or even steal | K |
| One sidelong look the maid was gone | C |
| Hid from me in the forest leaves | B2 |
| Sudden as when in all her charms | C2 |
| Of full blown light some cloud receives | B2 |
| The Moon into his dusky arms | C2 |
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| 'Tis not in words to tell the power | J |
| The despotism that from that hour | J |
| Passion held o'er me Day and night | D |
| I sought around each neighboring spot | D |
| And in the chase of this sweet light | D |
| My task and heaven and all forgot | D |
| All but the one sole haunting dream | W |
| Of her I saw in that bright stream | W |
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| Nor was it long ere by her side | D |
| I found myself whole happy days | D2 |
| Listening to words whose music vied | D |
| With our own Eden's seraph lays | D2 |
| When seraph lays are warmed by love | P |
| But wanting that far far above | P |
| And looking into eyes where blue | K |
| And beautiful like skies seen thro' | J |
| The sleeping wave for me there shone | L |
| A heaven more worshipt than my own | L |
| Oh what while I could hear and see | R |
| Such words and looks was heaven to me | R |
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| Tho' gross the air on earth I drew | J |
| 'Twas blessed while she breathed it too | J |
| Tho' dark the flowers tho' dim the sky | E2 |
| Love lent them light while she was nigh | E2 |
| Throughout creation I but knew | J |
| Two separate worlds the one that small | K |
| Beloved and consecrated spot | D |
| Where LEA was the other all | K |
| The dull wide waste where she was not | D |
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| But vain my suit my madness vain | G |
| Tho' gladly from her eyes to gain | G |
| One earthly look one stray desire | J |
| I would have torn the wings that hung | F2 |
| Furled at my back and o'er the Fire | J |
| In GEHIM'S pit their fragments flung | F2 |
| 'Twas hopeless all pure and unmoved | D |
| She stood as lilies in the light | D |
| Of the hot noon but look more white | D |
| And tho' she loved me deeply loved | D |
| 'Twas not as man as mortal no | F |
| Nothing of earth was in that glow | F |
| She loved me but as one of race | T |
| Angelic from that radiant place | T |
| She saw so oft in dreams that Heaven | B |
| To which her prayers at morn were sent | D |
| And on whose light she gazed at even | G2 |
| Wishing for wings that she might go | F |
| Out of this shadowy world below | F |
| To that free glorious element | D |
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| Well I remember by her side | D |
| Sitting at rosy even tide | D |
| When turning to the star whose head | D |
| Lookt out as from a bridal bed | D |
| At that mute blushing hour she said | D |
| 'Oh that it were my doom to be | R |
| 'The Spirit of yon beauteous star | J |
| 'Dwelling up there in purity | R |
| 'Alone as all such bright things are | J |
| 'My sole employ to pray and shine | H2 |
| 'To light my censer at the sun | B |
| 'And cast its fire towards the shrine | H2 |
| 'Of Him in heaven the Eternal One ' | - |
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| So innocent the maid so free | R |
| From mortal taint in soul and frame | I2 |
| Whom 'twas my crime my destiny | R |
| To love ay burn for with a flame | I2 |
| To which earth's wildest fires are tame | I2 |
| Had you but seen her look when first | D |
| From my mad lips the avowal burst | D |
| Not angered no the feeling came | I2 |
| From depths beyond mere anger's flame | I2 |
| It was a sorrow calm as deep | J2 |
| A mournfulness that could not weep | J2 |
| So filled her heart was to the brink | K2 |
| So fixt and frozen with grief to think | K2 |
| That angel natures that even I | E2 |
| Whose love she clung to as the tie | E2 |
| Between her spirit and the sky | E2 |
| Should fall thus headlong from the height | D |
| Of all that heaven hath pure and bright | D |
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| That very night my heart had grown | L |
| Impatient of its inward burning | Y |
| The term too of my stay was flown | L |
| And the bright Watchers near the throne | L |
| Already if a meteor shone | L |
| Between them and this nether zone | L |
| Thought 'twas their herald's wing returning | Y |
| Oft did the potent spell word given | B |
| To Envoys hither from the skies | E |
| To be pronounced when back to heaven | B |
| It is their time or wish to rise | E |
| Come to my lips that fatal day | D |
| And once too was so nearly spoken | B |
| That my spread plumage in the ray | D |
| And breeze of heaven began to play | D |
| When my heart failed the spell was broken | B |
| The word unfinisht died away | D |
| And my checkt plumes ready to soar | J |
| Fell slack and lifeless as before | J |
| How could I leave a world which she | R |
| Or lost or won made all to me | R |
| No matter where my wanderings were | J |
| So there she loo | J |
Thomas Moore
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