A Forecast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACCA DDEFFE

What days await this woman whose strange feetA
Breathe spells whose presence makes men dream like wineB
Tall free and slender as the forest pineB
Whose form is moulded music through whose sweetA
Frank eyes I feel the very heart's least beatA
Keen passionate full of dreams and fireC
How in the end and to what man's desireC
Shall all this yield whose lips shall these lips meetA
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One thing I know if he be great and pureD
This love this fire this beauty shall endureD
Triumph and hope shall lead him by the palmE
But if not this some differing thing he beF
That dream shall break in terror he shall seeF
The whirlwind ripen where he sowed the calmE

Archibald Lampman



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