Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBAAAAAAA| My letters all dead paper mute and white | A |
| And yet they seem alive and quivering | B |
| Against my tremulous hands which loose the string | B |
| And let them drop down on my knee to night | A |
| This said he wished to have me in his sight | A |
| Once as a friend this fixed a day in spring | B |
| To come and touch my hand a simple thing | B |
| Yet I wept for it this the paper's light | A |
| Said Dear I love thee and I sank and quailed | A |
| As if God's future thundered on my past | A |
| This said I am thine and so its ink has paled | A |
| With lying at my heart that beat too fast | A |
| And this O Love thy words have ill availed | A |
| If what this said I dared repeat at last | A |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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