Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBA CDEECD

Let you not say of me when I am oldA
In pretty worship of my withered handsB
Forgetting who I am and how the sandsB
Of such a life as mine run red and goldA
Even to the ultimate sifting dust BeholdA
Here walketh passionless age for there expandsB
A curious superstition in these landsB
And by its leave some weightless tales are toldA
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In me no lenten wicks watch out the nightC
I am the booth where Folly holds her fairD
Impious no less in ruin than in strengthE
When I lie crumbled to the earth at lengthE
Let you not say Upon this reverend siteC
The righteous groaned and beat their breasts in prayerD

Edna St. Vincent Millay



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