Sin's Round Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDE EFGFHH HIHIBCA

Sorry I am my God sorry I amA
That my offences course it in a ringB
My thoughts are working like a busy flameC
Until their cockatrice they hatch and bringB
And when they once have perfected their draughtsD
My words take fire from my inflamed thoughtsE
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My words take fire fro m my inflamed thoughtsE
Which spit it forth like the Sicilian hillF
They vent their wares and pass them with their faultsG
And by their breathing ventilate the illF
But words suffice not where are lewd intentionsH
My hands do join to finish the inventionsH
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My hands do join to finish the inventionsH
And so my sins ascend three stories highI
As Babel grew before there were dissentionsH
Let ill deeds loiter not for they supplyI
New thoughts of sinningB
wherefore to my shameC
Sorry I am my God sorry I amA

George Herbert



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