The Flight Of The Immortals Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDDEE

Close to the dunnest hour of nightA
Sniffing the odour of the brewB
Their bat wings oiled for water flightA
The Devil and his legions flewB
Smashing the record from Hell's GatesC
By plumbline to Magellan StraitsC
Far in their wake but hurrying fastD
For fear the odour might not lastD
Till morning came a spectral bandE
Weary from Hades that dry landE

E. J. Pratt



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