The Snow Spirit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGD IJIJKHKD LMLMNHND OOPP QQRRSS TTMMUUNN VVHDWWXX YYZZA2A2B2B2C2C2 D2D2E2E2BBUU F2F2G2G2H2H2TTI2I2J2 J2 NNK2K2L2M2

No ne'er did the wave in its element steepA
An island of lovelier charmsB
It blooms in the giant embrace of the deepA
Like Hebe in Hercules' armsB
The blush of your bowers is light to the eyeC
And their melody balm to the earD
But the fiery planet of day is too nighC
And the Snow Spirit never comes hereD
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The down from his wing is as white as the pearlE
That shines through thy lips when they partF
And it falls on the green earth as melting my girlE
As a murmur of thine on the heartF
Oh fly to the clime where he pillows the deathG
As he cradles the birth of the yearH
Bright are your bowers and balmy their breathG
But the Snow Spirit cannot come hereD
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How sweet to behold him when borne on the galeI
And brightening the bosom of mornJ
He flings like the priest of Diana a veilI
O'er the brow of each virginal thornJ
Yet think not the veil he so chillingly castsK
Is the veil of a vestal severeH
No no thou wilt see what a moment it lastsK
Should the Snow Spirit ever come hereD
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But fly to his region lay open thy zoneL
And he'll weep all his brilliancy dimM
To think that a bosom as white as his ownL
Should not melt in the daybeam like himM
Oh lovely the print of those delicate feetN
O'er his luminous path will appearH
Fly my beloved this island is sweetN
But the Snow Spirit cannot come hereD
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I stole along the flowery bankO
While many a bending seagrape drankO
The sprinkle of the feathery oarP
That winged me round this fairy shoreP
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'Twas noon and every orange budQ
Hung languid o'er the crystal floodQ
Faint as the lids of maiden's eyesR
When love thoughts in her bosom riseR
Oh for a naiad's sparry bowerS
To shade me in that glowing hourS
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A little dove of milky hueT
Before me from a plantain flewT
And light along the water's brimM
I steered my gentle bark by himM
For fancy told me Love had sentU
This gentle bird with kind intentU
To lead my steps where I should meetN
I knew not what but something sweetN
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And bless the little pilot doveV
He had indeed been sent by LoveV
To guide me to a scene so dearH
As fate allows but seldom hereD
One of those rare and brilliant hoursW
That like the aloe's lingering flowersW
May blossom to the eye of manX
But once in all his weary spanX
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Just where the margin's opening shadeY
A vista from the waters madeY
My bird reposed his silver plumeZ
Upon a rich banana's bloomZ
Oh vision bright oh spirit fairA2
What spell what magic raised her thereA2
'Twas Nea slumbering calm and mildB2
And bloomy as the dimpled childB2
Whose spirit in elysium keepsC2
Its playful sabbath while he sleepsC2
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The broad banana's green embraceD2
Hung shadowy round each tranquil graceD2
One little beam alone could winE2
The leaves to let it wander inE2
And stealing over all her charmsB
From lip to cheek from neck to armsB
New lustre to each beauty lentU
Itself all trembling as it wentU
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Dark lay her eyelid's jetty fringeF2
Upon that cheek whose roseate tingeF2
Mixt with its shade like evening's lightG2
Just touching on the verge of nightG2
Her eyes though thus in slumber hidH2
Seemed glowing through the ivory lidH2
And as I thought a lustre threwT
Upon her lip's reflecting dewT
Such as a night lamp left to shineI2
Alone on some secluded shrineI2
May shed upon the votive wreathJ2
Which pious hands have hung beneathJ2
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Was ever vision half so sweetN
Think think how quick my heart pulse beatN
As o'er the rustling bank I stoleK2
Oh ye that know the lover's soulK2
It is for you alone to guessL2
That moment's trembling happinessM2

Thomas Moore



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