In Thessaly Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCCC ABDEEE AABCCC

When I lay dead in ThessalyA
The land was rife with sorceryB
Fair witches howled to HecateC
Pouring the blood of rams by nightC
With many a necromantic riteC
To draw me back for their delightC
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But I lay dead in ThessalyA
With ah my lust and wizardryB
Somewhere the Golden Ass went byD
To munch the rose and find againE
The shape and manlihead of menE
But in my grave I stirred not thenE
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And the black lote in ThessalyA
Its juices dripped unceasinglyA
Above the rotting mouth of meB
And Worm and mould and graveyard mustC
And roots of cypress darkly thrustC
Transformed the dead to utter dustC

Clark Ashton Smith



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