Atavism Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDDC EFFEGG| I was always afraid of Somes's Pond | A |
| Not the little pond by which the willow stands | B |
| Where laughing boys catch alewives in their hands | B |
| In brown bright shallows but the one beyond | A |
| There where the frost makes all the birches burn | C |
| Yellow as cow lilies and the pale sky shines | D |
| Like a polished shell between black spruce and pines | D |
| Some strange thing tracks us turning where we turn | C |
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| You'll say I dreamed it being the true daughter | E |
| Of those who in old times endured this dread | F |
| Look Where the lily stems are showing red | F |
| A silent paddle moves below the water | E |
| A sliding shape has stirred them like a breath | G |
| Tall plumes surmount a painted mask of death | G |
Elinor Morton Wylie
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