To Mrs. Henry Tighe, On Reading Her "psyche." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HGIG JKJK GLGL IGIG MGMG NONO GPGP QRBR| Tell me the witching tale again | A |
| For never has my heart or ear | B |
| Hung on so sweet so pure a strain | C |
| So pure to feel so sweet to hear | B |
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| Say Love in all thy prime of fame | D |
| When the high heaven itself was thine | E |
| When piety confest the flame | D |
| And even thy errors were divine | E |
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| Did ever Muse's hand so fair | F |
| A glory round thy temple spread | G |
| Did ever lip's ambrosial air | F |
| Such fragrance o'er thy altars shed | G |
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| One maid there was who round her lyre | H |
| The mystic myrtle wildly wreathed | G |
| But all her sighs were sighs of fire | I |
| The myrtle withered as she breathed | G |
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| Oh you that love's celestial dream | J |
| In all its purity would know | K |
| Let not the senses' ardent beam | J |
| Too strongly through the vision glow | K |
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| Love safest lies concealed in night | G |
| The night where heaven has bid him lie | L |
| Oh shed not there unhallowed light | G |
| Or Psyche knows the boy will fly | L |
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| Sweet Psyche many a charmed hour | I |
| Through many a wild and magic waste | G |
| To the fair fount and blissful bower | I |
| Have I in dreams thy light foot traced | G |
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| Where'er thy joys are numbered now | M |
| Beneath whatever shades of rest | G |
| The Genius of the starry brow | M |
| Hath bound thee to thy Cupid's breast | G |
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| Whether above the horizon dim | N |
| Along whose verge our spirits stray | O |
| Half sunk beneath the shadowy rim | N |
| Half brightened by the upper ray | O |
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| Thou dwellest in a world all light | G |
| Or lingering here doth love to be | P |
| To other souls the guardian bright | G |
| That Love was through this gloom to thee | P |
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| Still be the song to Psyche dear | Q |
| The song whose gentle voice was given | R |
| To be on earth to mortal ear | B |
| An echo of her own in heaven | R |
Thomas Moore
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