Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDDCDC

Mourn not my friends that we are growing oldA
A fresher birth brings every new year inB
Years are Christ's napkins to wipe off the sinB
See now I'll be to you an angel boldA
My plumes are ruffled and they shake with coldA
Yet with a trumpet blast I will beginB
Ah no your listening ears not thus I winB
Yet hear sweet sisters brothers be consoledA
Behind me comes a shining one indeedC
Christ's friend who from life's cross did take him downD
And set upon his day night's starry crownD
Death say'st thou Nay thine be no caitiff creedC
A woman angel see in long white gownD
The mother of our youth she maketh speedC

George Macdonald



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