Sonnets From The Portuguese Xxviii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBAAAAAAAMy 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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