The Prisoner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCAADEAFGFHFH

I count the dismal time by months and yearsA
Since last I felt the green sward under footB
And the great breath of all things summerC
Met mine upon my lips Now earth appearsA
As strange to me as dreams of distant spheresA
Or thoughts of Heaven we weep at Nature's luteD
Sounds on behind this door so closely shutE
A strange wild music to the prisoner's earsA
Dilated by the distance till the brainF
Grows dim with fancies which it feels tooG
While ever with a visionary painF
Past the precluded senses sweep and RhineH
Streams forests glades and many a golden trainF
Of sunlit hills transfigured to DivineH

Elizabeth Barrett Browning



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