Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBA CDEECDLet you not say of me when I am old | A |
In pretty worship of my withered hands | B |
Forgetting who I am and how the sands | B |
Of such a life as mine run red and gold | A |
Even to the ultimate sifting dust Behold | A |
Here walketh passionless age for there expands | B |
A curious superstition in these lands | B |
And by its leave some weightless tales are told | A |
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In me no lenten wicks watch out the night | C |
I am the booth where Folly holds her fair | D |
Impious no less in ruin than in strength | E |
When I lie crumbled to the earth at length | E |
Let you not say Upon this reverend site | C |
The righteous groaned and beat their breasts in prayer | D |
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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