Written In A Fit Of Illness. R. S. S. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKL MNOEPPQQRRSSFTUUAA| In these sad hours a prey to ceaseless pain | A |
| While feverish pulses leap in every vein | A |
| When each faint breath the last short effort seems | B |
| Of life just parting from my feeble limbs | C |
| How wild soe'er my wandering thoughts may be | D |
| Still gentle Delia still they turn on thee | D |
| At length if slumbering to a short repose | E |
| A sweet oblivion frees me from my woes | E |
| Thy form appears thy footsteps I pursue | F |
| Through springy vales and meadows washed in dew | F |
| Thy arm supports me to the fountain's brink | G |
| Where by some secret power forbid to drink | G |
| Gasping with thirst I view the tempting flood | H |
| That flies my touch or thickens into mud | H |
| Till thine own hand immerged the goblet dips | I |
| And bears it streaming to my burning lips | I |
| There borne aloft on fancy's wing we fly | J |
| Like souls embodied to their native sky | J |
| Now every rock each mountain disappears | K |
| And the round earth an even surface wears | L |
| When lo the force of some resistless weight | M |
| Bears me straight down from that pernicious height | N |
| Parting in vain our struggling arms we close | O |
| Abhorred forms dire phantoms interpose | E |
| With trembling voice on thy loved name I call | P |
| And gulfs yawn ready to receive my fall | P |
| From these fallacious visions of distress | Q |
| I wake nor are my real sorrows less | Q |
| Thy absence Delia heightens every ill | R |
| And gives e'en trivial pains the power to kill | R |
| Oh wert thou near me yet that wish forbear | S |
| 'Twere vain my love 'twere vain to wish thee near | S |
| Thy tender heart would heave with anguish too | F |
| And by partaking but increase my woe | T |
| Alone I'll grieve till gloomy sorrow past | U |
| Health like the cheerful day spring comes at last | U |
| Comes fraught with bliss to banish every pain | A |
| Hope joy and peace and Delia in her train | A |
William Cowper
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