The Poet To Be Yet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCDEEEFGEEEHIJKKL EMMMN OPPPQ

NOT he who sings smooth songs that sootheA
Sweet opiates that lull asleepB
The sorrow that would only weepB
There are some spirit stains so deepB
That only tears may wash awayC
Not he whose lays thrill fiercely tillD
The soul is sick with surfeitingE
Such passion flies and leaves its stingE
Till through the body quiveringE
The wearied dull pain throbs againF
Not he whose glad voice says RejoiceG
For whom no clouds o'ercast the skyE
Whose god is in his heaven so highE
That this dull world he come not nighE
Life is no sun kissed optimistH
But he who Sorrow's presence knowsI
Who hears the minor chords beneathJ
The song of life and feels the breathK
Upon his cheek of quiet deathK
Yet stirs and sings of life and loveL
Who in his suffering yet can singE
With that calm pathos in his faceM
The hopeless yearning of the raceM
Can chant the faith that holds its placeM
Upsurging through each sore heart's speechN
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Who though his heart bleed onward leadsO
Who knows eternal is our questP
Yet bids us toil and strive not restP
Who looks life o'er and takes its bestP
This is the poet to be yetQ

Arthur Henry Adams



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