The Winter Soldier: The Dead Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGHIIJJKKLLMM

When I grow old they'll come to me and sayA
Did you then know him in that distant dayA
Did you speak with him touch his hand observeB
The proud eyes' fire soft voice and light lips' curveB
And I shall answer This man was my friendC
Call to my memory add improve amendC
And count up all the meetings that we hadD
And note his good and touch upon his badD
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When I grow older and more garrulousE
I shall discourse on the dead poet thusE
I said to him he answered unto meF
He dined with me one night in TrinityF
I supped with him in King's Ah pitifulG
The twisted memories of an ancient foolH
And sweet the silence of a young man deadI
Now far in Lemnos sleeps that golden headI
Unchanged serene for ever young and strongJ
Lifted above the chances that belongJ
To us who live for he shall not grow oldK
And only of his youth there shall be toldK
Magical stories true and wondrous talesL
As of a god whose virtue never failsL
Whose limbs shall never waste eyes never fallM
And whose clear brain shall not be dimmed at allM

Edward Shanks



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