Ave Atque Vale: 18 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACCDEEDE

For thee O now a silent soul my brotherA
Take at my hands this garland and farewellB
Thin is the leaf and chill the wintry smellB
And chill the solemn earth a fatal motherA
With sadder than the Niobean wombC
And in the hollow of her breasts a tombC
Content thee howsoe'er whose days are doneD
There lies not any troublous thing beforeE
Nor sight nor sound to war against thee moreE
For whom all winds are quiet as the sunD
All waters as the shoreE

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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