Sonnets Llxxi:lxxii:lxxiii: The Choice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBAABBACDEEDF AAGGAAGGAHIJJIK AALMAALLANJNJOJ| I | A |
| Eat thou and drink to morrow thou shalt die | A |
| Surely the earth that's wise being very old | B |
| Needs not our help Then loose me love and hold | B |
| Thy sultry hair up from my face that I | A |
| May pour for thee this golden wine brim high | A |
| Till round the glass thy fingers glow like gold | B |
| We'll drown all hours thy song while hours are toll'd | B |
| Shall leap as fountains veil the changing sky | A |
| Now kiss and think that there are really those | C |
| My own high bosomed beauty who increase | D |
| Vain gold vain lore and yet might choose our way | E |
| Through many years they toil then on a day | E |
| They die not for their life was death but cease | D |
| And round their narrow lips the mould falls close | F |
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| II | A |
| Watch thou and fear to morrow thou shalt die | A |
| Or art thou sure thou shalt have time for death | G |
| Is not the day which God's word promiseth | G |
| To come man knows not when In yonder sky | A |
| Now while we speak the sun speeds forth can I | A |
| Or thou assure him of his goal God's breath | G |
| Even at this moment haply quickeneth | G |
| The air to a flame till spirits always nigh | A |
| Though screened and hid shall walk the daylight here | H |
| And dost thou prate of all that man shall do | I |
| Canst thou who hast but plagues presume to be | J |
| Glad in his gladness that comes after thee | J |
| Will his strength slay thy worm in Hell Go to | I |
| Cover thy countenance and watch and fear | K |
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| III | A |
| Think thou and act to morrow thou shalt die | A |
| Outstretched in the sun's warmth upon the shore | L |
| Thou say'st Man's measured path is all gone o'er | M |
| Up all his years steeply with strain and sigh | A |
| Man clomb until he touched the truth and I | A |
| Even I am he whom it was destined for | L |
| How should this be Art thou then so much more | L |
| Than they who sowed that thou shouldst reap thereby | A |
| Nay come up hither From this wave washed mound | N |
| Unto the furthest flood brim look with me | J |
| Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd | N |
| Miles and miles distant though the last line be | J |
| And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond | O |
| Still leagues beyond those leagues there is more sea | J |
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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