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O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even unto thine own soft-conched ear:
Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see
The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?
I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly,
And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,
Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side
In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof
Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran
A brooklet, scarce espied:
'Mid hush'd cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed,
Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian,
They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass;
Their arms embraced, and their pinions too;
Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu,
As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber,
And ready still past kisses to outnumber
At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love:
The winged boy I knew;
But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove?
His Psyche true!
O latest born and loveliest vision far
Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy!
Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star,
Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky;
Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none,
Nor altar heap'd with flowers;
Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan
Upon the midnight hours;
No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet
From chain-swung censer teeming;
No shrine, no globe, no oracle, no heat
Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming.
O brightest! though too late for antique vows,
Too, too late for the fond believing lyte,
When holy were the haunted forest boughs,
Holy the air, the water, and the fire;
Yet even in these days so far retir'd
From happy pieties, thy lucent fans,
Fluttering among the faint Olympians,
I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired.
So let me be thy choir, and make a moan
Upon the midnight hours;
Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet
From swinged censer teeming;
Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat
Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming.
Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my mind,
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:
Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees
Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep;
And in the midst of this wide quietness
A rosy sanctuary will I dress
With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain,
With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign,
Who breeding glowers, will never breed the same:
And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!
Rhyme Scheme - exists, but somewhat irregular
ABABCDCDEFGEEGHIIJJKIKI
Random lines not in iambic pentameter (ln. 12, 21, 23)
Irregularities show laid back creativity
Rhyme Scheme - regular
ABABCDCDEFEF
lines 29 and 31 not iambic pentameter
Rhyme Scheme
ABABCDDCEFGHGH
lines 45, 47, 49 not iambic pentameter
Rhyme Scheme - very regular
ABABCDCDEEFGFGHIHI
-easy for speaker to say he will worship Psyche
lines 59, 65, and 67 not iambic pentameter
Keats calls his lines "tuneless numbers" (1) to humble himself next to Psyche
He wishes to tell her what she already knows about herself
"I wandered in a forest thoughtlessly" (7) - relaxed feeling of ode
Lines 10-13 describe forest setting and add to calm, tranquil, and somewhat sensual tone
Lines 15-20 describe outward appearance of closeness of Eros and Psyche
Imagery focuses on nature, nothing man-made
Starts with "O Goddess!" (1)
"Surely I dream'd to-day, or did I see/The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?" (5-6)
"But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove?/His Psyche true!" (22-23)
Knows who she is, but expresses constant awe of her
"calm-breathing" (15), "tender eye-dawn of aurorean love" (20), "happy" (22)
All deep, good feeling emotions caused or felt by Psyche
Psyche is the youngest and most beautiful of all the gods
"Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star" (26)
Phoebe is the goddess of the moon, so Psycha is fairer than the moon
"Vesperus" (27) is the evening star
Emphasizes her beauty
Lists all the types of worship Psyche does not receive because she is young. However, she is still the fairest
"O latest-born and loveliest vision far/Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy!" (24-25)
Again addresses how Psyche came too late for vows of worship
Lines 46-49 narrator tells Psyche he will give her all kinds of worship
Will use imagination and creativity to do these things
"Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming" (49)
Even priests are in awe of her beauty
Change in beginning of stanza because pledging loyalty
Imagination is "untrodden regions" (51) where he will worship Psyche
Anything done for her will be "pleasant pain" (52)
Lines 53-59 create beautiful place full of life where the narrator will worship and work
Gardener and priest
Lines 66-67 love and brightness
Emphasizes all the things we will bring to the garden to make Psyche happy
Smooth words like "slumber", "aurorean", "flowers", "murmur", "bells"
Nature words "dove", "forest", "grass", "blossoms"