To The Moon - Composed By The Seaside, On The Coast Of Cumberland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KK LLMMJJNOPPQQRRSSS HHTTUUVWXXYYZA2B2B2A AWWC2C2C2 RRXXHHHFFFD2

Wanderer that stoop'st so low and com'st so nearA
To human life's unsettled atmosphereA
Who lov'st with Night and Silence to partakeB
So might it seem the cares of them that wakeB
And through the cottage lattice softly peepingC
Dost shield from harm the humblest of the sleepingC
What pleasure once encompassed those sweet namesD
Which yet in thy behalf the Poet claimsD
An idolizing dreamer as of yoreE
I slight them all and on this sea beat shoreE
Sole sitting only can to thoughts attendF
That bid me hail thee as the Sailor's friendF
So call thee for heaven's grace through thee made knownG
By confidence supplied and mercy shownG
When not a twinkling star or beacon's lightH
Abates the perils of a stormy nightH
And for less obvious benefits that findI
Their way with thy pure help to heart and mindI
Both for the adventurer starting in life's primeJ
And veteran ranging round from clime to climeJ
Long baffled hope's slow fever in his veinsK
And wounds and weakness oft his labour's sole remainsK
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The aspiring Mountains and the winding StreamsL
Empress of Night are gladdened by thy beamsL
A look of thine the wilderness pervadesM
And penetrates the forest's inmost shadesM
Thou chequering peaceably the minster's gloomJ
Guid'st the pale Mourner to the lost one's tombJ
Canst reach the Prisoner to his grated cellN
Welcome though silent and intangibleO
And lives there one of all that come and goP
On the great waters toiling to and froP
One who has watched thee at some quiet hourQ
Enthroned aloft in undisputed powerQ
Or crossed by vapoury streaks and clouds that moveR
Catching the lustre they in part reproveR
Nor sometimes felt a fitness in thy swayS
To call up thoughts that shun the glare of dayS
And make the serious happier than the gayS
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Yes lovely Moon if thou so mildly brightH
Dost rouse yet surely in thy own despiteH
To fiercer mood the phrenzy stricken brainT
Let me a compensating faith maintainT
That there's a sensitive a tender partU
Which thou canst touch in every human heartU
For healing and composure But as leastV
And mightiest billows ever have confessedW
Thy domination as the whole vast SeaX
Feels through her lowest depths thy sovereigntyX
So shines that countenance with especial graceY
On them who urge the keel her 'plains' to traceY
Furrowing its way right onward The most rudeZ
Cut off from home and country may have stoodA2
Even till long gazing hath bedimmed his eyeB2
Or the mute rapture ended in a sighB2
Touched by accordance of thy placid cheerA
With some internal lights to memory dearA
Or fancies stealing forth to soothe the breastW
Tired with its daily share of earth's unrestW
Gentle awakenings visitations meekC2
A kindly influence whereof few will speakC2
Though it can wet with tears the hardiest cheekC2
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And when thy beauty in the shadowy caveR
Is hidden buried in its monthly graveR
Then while the Sailor 'mid an open seaX
Swept by a favouring wind that leaves thought freeX
Paces the deck no star perhaps in sightH
And nothing save the moving ship's own lightH
To cheer the long dark hours of vacant nightH
Oft with his musings does thy image blendF
In his mind's eye thy crescent horns ascendF
And thou art still O Moon that Sailor's friendF
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William Wordsworth



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