The Sylph Of Summer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKGLMNKOGPQ HRDHGJSTUVWXYGZA2B2C 2PD2E2AF2G2F2HH2I2J2 K2DL2OKJM2DDDGTN2O2D KP2Q2DDC2R2S2DDGT2U2 V2G2DW2DDHX2Y2DZ2A3J B2DB3C3DODHDDD3DG2E3 GG2F3G3BSDDH3G2I3HDD J3K3DC3J3BDGL3GGG2H3 M3DGC3AN3DO3J3DG2H3D P3Q3GDHG2R3G2DDN3L3G 2HS3GGS3C3T3DS3DC3U3 S3S3JGDV3W3G2S3DS3DD S3| God said Let there be light and there was light | A |
| At once the glorious sun at his command | B |
| From space illimitable void and dark | C |
| Sprang jubilant and angel hierarchies | D |
| Whose long hosannahs pealed from orb to orb | E |
| Sang Glory be to Thee God of all worlds | F |
| Then beautiful the ball of this terrene | G |
| Rolled in the beam of first created day | H |
| And all its elements obeyed the voice | I |
| Of Him the great Creator Air and Fire | J |
| And Earth and Water each its ministry | K |
| Performed whilst Chaos from his ebon throne | G |
| Leaped up and so magnificent and decked | L |
| And mantled in its ambient atmosphere | M |
| The living world began its state | N |
| To thee | K |
| Spirit of Air I lift the venturous song | O |
| Whose viewless presence fills the living scene | G |
| Whose element ten thousand thousand wings | P |
| Fan joyous o'er whose fields the morning clouds | Q |
| Ride high whose rule the lightning shafts obey | H |
| And the deep thunder's long careering march | R |
| The Winds too are thy subjects from the breeze | D |
| That like a child upon a holiday | H |
| On the high mountain's van pursues the down | G |
| Of the gray thistle ere the autumnal shower | J |
| Steals soft and mars his pastime to the King | S |
| Of Hurricanes that sounds his mighty shell | T |
| And bids Tornado sweep the Western world | U |
| Sylph of the Summer Gale on thee I call | V |
| Oh come when now gay June is in her car | W |
| Wafting the breath of roses as she moves | X |
| Come to this garden bower which I have hung | Y |
| With tendrils and the fragrant eglantine | G |
| And mandrake rich with many mantling stars | Z |
| 'Tis pleasant when thy breath is on the leaves | A2 |
| Without to rest in this embowering shade | B2 |
| And mark the green fly circling to and fro | C2 |
| O'er the still water with his dragon wings | P |
| Shooting from bank to bank now in quick turns | D2 |
| Then swift athwart as is the gazer's glance | E2 |
| Pursuing still his mate they with delight | A |
| As if they moved in morris to the sound | F2 |
| Harmonious of this ever dripping rill | G2 |
| Now in advance now in retreat now round | F2 |
| Dart through their mazy rings and seem to say | H |
| The Summer and the Sun are ours | H2 |
| But thou | I2 |
| Sylph of the Summer Gale delay a while | J2 |
| Thy airy flight whilst here Francesca leans | K2 |
| And charmed by Ossian's harp seems in the breeze | D |
| To hear Malvina's plaint thou to her ear | L2 |
| Come unperceived like music of the song | O |
| From Cona's vale of streams then with the bee | K |
| That sounds his horn busied from flower to flower | J |
| Speed o'er the yellow meadows breathing ripe | M2 |
| Their summer incense or amid the furze | D |
| That paints with bloom intense the upland crofts | D |
| With momentary essence tinge thy wings | D |
| Or in the grassy lanes one after one | G |
| Lift light the nodding foxglove's purple bell | T |
| Thence to the distant sea and where the flag | N2 |
| Hangs idly down without a wavy curl | O2 |
| Thou hoverest o'er the topmast or dost raise | D |
| The full and flowing mainsail Steadily | K |
| The helmsman cries as now thy breath is heard | P2 |
| Among the stirring cordage o'er his head | Q2 |
| So steadily he cries as right he steers | D |
| Speeds our proud ship along the world of waves | D |
| Sylph may thy favouring breath more gently blow | C2 |
| More gently round the temples and the cheek | R2 |
| Of him who leaving home and friends behind | S2 |
| In silence musing o'er the ocean leans | D |
| And watches every passing shade that marks | D |
| The southern Channel's fast retiring line | G |
| Then as the ship rolls on keeps a long look | T2 |
| Fixed on the lessening Lizard the last point | U2 |
| Of that delightful country where he left | V2 |
| All his fond hopes behind it lessens still | G2 |
| Still still it lessens and now disappears | D |
| He turns and only sees the waves that rock | W2 |
| Boundless How many anxious morns shall rise | D |
| How many moons shall light the farthest seas | D |
| O'er what new scenes and regions shall he stray | H |
| A weary man still thinking of his home | X2 |
| Ere he again that shore shall view and greet | Y2 |
| With blissful thronging hopes and starting tears | D |
| Of heartfelt welcome and of warmest love | Z2 |
| Perhaps ah never So didst thou go forth | A3 |
| My poor lost brother | J |
| The airs of morning as enticing played | B2 |
| And gently round thee and their whisperings | D |
| Might sooth if aught could sooth a boding heart | B3 |
| For thou wert bound to visit scenes of death | C3 |
| Where the sick gale alas unlike the breeze | D |
| That bore the gently swelling sail along | O |
| Was tainted with the breath of pestilence | D |
| That smote the silent camp and night and day | H |
| Sat mocking on the putrid carcases | D |
| Thou too didst perish As the south west blows | D |
| Thy bones perhaps now whiten on the coast | D3 |
| Of old Algarva I meantime these shades | D |
| Of village solitude hoping erewhile | G2 |
| To welcome thee from many a toil restored | E3 |
| Still deck and now thy empty urn alone | G |
| I meet where swaying in the summer gale | G2 |
| The willow whispers in my evening walk | F3 |
| Sylph in thy airy robe I see thee float | G3 |
| A rainbow o'er thy head and in thy hand | B |
| The magic instrument that as thy wing | S |
| Lucid and painted like the butterfly's | D |
| Waves to and from most musically rings | D |
| Sometimes in joyance as the flaunting leaf | H3 |
| Of the white poplar sometimes sad and slow | G2 |
| As bearing pensive airs from Pity's grave | I3 |
| Soft child of air thou tendest on his sway | H |
| As gentle Ariel at the bidding hies | D |
| Of mighty Prospero yet other winds | D |
| Throng to his wizard 'hest inspiring some | J3 |
| Some melancholy and yet soothing much | K3 |
| The drooping wanderer in the fading copse | D |
| Some terrible with solitude and death | C3 |
| Attendant on their march the wild Simoom | J3 |
| Riding on whirling spires of burning sand | B |
| That move along the Nubian wilderness | D |
| And bury deep the silent caravan | G |
| Monsoon up starting from his half year sleep | L3 |
| Upon the vernal shores of Hindostan | G |
| And tempesting with sounds of torrent rain | G |
| And hail the darkening main and red Sameel | G2 |
| Blasting and withering like a rivelled leaf | H3 |
| The pilgrim as he roams Sirocco sad | M3 |
| That pants all summer on the cloudless shores | D |
| Of faint Parthenope deep in the mine | G |
| Oft lurks the lurid messenger of death | C3 |
| The ghastly fiend that blows when the pale light | A |
| Quivers and leaves the gasping wretch to die | N3 |
| The imp that when the hollow curfew knolls | D |
| Wanders the misty marish lighting it | O3 |
| At night with errant and fantastic flame | J3 |
| Spirit of air these are thy ministers | D |
| That wait thy will but thou art all in all | G2 |
| And dead without thee were the flower the leaf | H3 |
| The waving forest rivelled the great sea | D |
| Still the lithe birds of heaven extinct and ceased | P3 |
| The soul of melting music | Q3 |
| This fair scene | G |
| Lives in thy tender touch for so it seems | D |
| Whilst universal nature owns thy sway | H |
| From the mute insect on the summer pool | G2 |
| That with long cobweb legs firm as on earth | R3 |
| The ostrich skims flits idly to and fro | G2 |
| Making no dimple on the watery mass | D |
| To the huge grampus spouting as he rolls | D |
| A cataract amid the cold clear sky | N3 |
| And furrowing far and wide the northern deep | L3 |
| Thy presence permeates and fills the whole | G2 |
| As the poor butterfly that painted gay | H |
| With mealy wings red amber white or dropped | S3 |
| With golden stains floats o'er the yellow corn | G |
| Idly as bent on pastime while the morn | G |
| Smiles on his devious voyage if inclosed | S3 |
| In the exhausted prison whence thy breath | C3 |
| With suction slow is drawn he feels the change | T3 |
| How dire in palsied inanition drops | D |
| Weak flags his weary wing and weaker yet | S3 |
| His frame with tremulous convulsion moves | D |
| A moment and the next is still in death | C3 |
| So were the great and glorious world itself | U3 |
| The tenants of its continents all ceased | S3 |
| A wide a motionless a putrid waste | S3 |
| Its seas How droops the languid mariner | J |
| When not a breath along the sluggish main | G |
| Strays on the sultry surface as it sleeps | D |
| When far away the winds are flown to dash | V3 |
| The congregated ocean on the Cape | W3 |
| Of Southern Africa leaving the while | G2 |
| The flood's vast surface noiseless waveless white | S3 |
| Beneath Mozambique's long reflected woods | D |
| A gleaming mirror spread from east to west | S3 |
| Where the still ship as on a bed of glass | D |
| Sits motionless Awake ye hurricanes | D |
| Ye winds that harrow up the wintry waste | S3 |
| Aw | - |
William Lisle Bowles
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