The Snow Spirit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGD IJIJKHKD LMLMNHND OOPP QQRRSS TTMMUUNN VVHDWWXX YYZZA2A2B2B2C2C2 D2D2E2E2BBUU F2F2G2G2H2H2TTI2I2J2 J2 NNK2K2L2M2No ne'er did the wave in its element steep | A |
An island of lovelier charms | B |
It blooms in the giant embrace of the deep | A |
Like Hebe in Hercules' arms | B |
The blush of your bowers is light to the eye | C |
And their melody balm to the ear | D |
But the fiery planet of day is too nigh | C |
And the Snow Spirit never comes here | D |
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The down from his wing is as white as the pearl | E |
That shines through thy lips when they part | F |
And it falls on the green earth as melting my girl | E |
As a murmur of thine on the heart | F |
Oh fly to the clime where he pillows the death | G |
As he cradles the birth of the year | H |
Bright are your bowers and balmy their breath | G |
But the Snow Spirit cannot come here | D |
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How sweet to behold him when borne on the gale | I |
And brightening the bosom of morn | J |
He flings like the priest of Diana a veil | I |
O'er the brow of each virginal thorn | J |
Yet think not the veil he so chillingly casts | K |
Is the veil of a vestal severe | H |
No no thou wilt see what a moment it lasts | K |
Should the Snow Spirit ever come here | D |
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But fly to his region lay open thy zone | L |
And he'll weep all his brilliancy dim | M |
To think that a bosom as white as his own | L |
Should not melt in the daybeam like him | M |
Oh lovely the print of those delicate feet | N |
O'er his luminous path will appear | H |
Fly my beloved this island is sweet | N |
But the Snow Spirit cannot come here | D |
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I stole along the flowery bank | O |
While many a bending seagrape drank | O |
The sprinkle of the feathery oar | P |
That winged me round this fairy shore | P |
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'Twas noon and every orange bud | Q |
Hung languid o'er the crystal flood | Q |
Faint as the lids of maiden's eyes | R |
When love thoughts in her bosom rise | R |
Oh for a naiad's sparry bower | S |
To shade me in that glowing hour | S |
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A little dove of milky hue | T |
Before me from a plantain flew | T |
And light along the water's brim | M |
I steered my gentle bark by him | M |
For fancy told me Love had sent | U |
This gentle bird with kind intent | U |
To lead my steps where I should meet | N |
I knew not what but something sweet | N |
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And bless the little pilot dove | V |
He had indeed been sent by Love | V |
To guide me to a scene so dear | H |
As fate allows but seldom here | D |
One of those rare and brilliant hours | W |
That like the aloe's lingering flowers | W |
May blossom to the eye of man | X |
But once in all his weary span | X |
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Just where the margin's opening shade | Y |
A vista from the waters made | Y |
My bird reposed his silver plume | Z |
Upon a rich banana's bloom | Z |
Oh vision bright oh spirit fair | A2 |
What spell what magic raised her there | A2 |
'Twas Nea slumbering calm and mild | B2 |
And bloomy as the dimpled child | B2 |
Whose spirit in elysium keeps | C2 |
Its playful sabbath while he sleeps | C2 |
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The broad banana's green embrace | D2 |
Hung shadowy round each tranquil grace | D2 |
One little beam alone could win | E2 |
The leaves to let it wander in | E2 |
And stealing over all her charms | B |
From lip to cheek from neck to arms | B |
New lustre to each beauty lent | U |
Itself all trembling as it went | U |
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Dark lay her eyelid's jetty fringe | F2 |
Upon that cheek whose roseate tinge | F2 |
Mixt with its shade like evening's light | G2 |
Just touching on the verge of night | G2 |
Her eyes though thus in slumber hid | H2 |
Seemed glowing through the ivory lid | H2 |
And as I thought a lustre threw | T |
Upon her lip's reflecting dew | T |
Such as a night lamp left to shine | I2 |
Alone on some secluded shrine | I2 |
May shed upon the votive wreath | J2 |
Which pious hands have hung beneath | J2 |
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Was ever vision half so sweet | N |
Think think how quick my heart pulse beat | N |
As o'er the rustling bank I stole | K2 |
Oh ye that know the lover's soul | K2 |
It is for you alone to guess | L2 |
That moment's trembling happiness | M2 |
Thomas Moore
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