The Tavern Of Last Times (at Box Hill, Surrey) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDDDDD

A modern hour from London as we spinA
Into a silver thread the miles of spaceB
Between us and our goal there is a placeB
Apart from city traffic dust and dinA
Green with great trees where hides a quiet InnA
Here Nelson last looked on the lovely faceB
Which made his world and by its magic graceB
Trailed rosy clouds across each early sinA
And leaning lawnward is the room where KeatsC
Wrote the last one of those immortal songsD
Called by the critics of his day 'mere rhymes'D
A lark high in the boxwood bough repeatsD
Those lyric strains to idle passing throngsD
There by the little Tavern of Last TimesD

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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