The King's Sabbath Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDCDDC| Once idly in his hall king Olave sat | A |
| Pondering and with his dagger whittled chips | B |
| And one draw near to him with austere lips | B |
| Saying To morrow is Monday and at that | A |
| The king said nothing but held forth his flat | A |
| Broad palm and bending on his mighty hips | B |
| Took up and mutely laid thereon the slips | B |
| Of scattered wood as on a hearth and gat | A |
| From off the embers near a burning brand | C |
| Kindling the pile with this the dreaming Dane | D |
| Sat silent with his eyes set and his bland | C |
| Proud mouth tight woven smiling drawn with pain | D |
| Watching the fierce fire flare and wax and wane | D |
| Hiss and burn down upon his shrivelled hand | C |
Archibald Lampman
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