In The Old Age Of The Soul Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGEHIJKLE

I do not choose to dream there cometh on meA
Some strange old lust for deedsB
As to the nerveless hand of some old warriorC
The sword hilt or the war worn wonted helmetD
Brings momentary life and long fled cunningE
So to my soul grown oldF
Grown old with many a jousting many a forayG
Grown old with namy a hither coming and hence goingE
Till now they send him dreams and no more deedH
So doth he flame again with might for actionI
Forgetful of the council of eldersJ
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battleK
Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to himL
So doth he flame again toward valiant doingE

Ezra Pound



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