Song Of The Waiting Dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH

With us there is no gray fearingA
With us no aching for lackB
For the morn it is always nearingA
And the night is at our backB
At times a song will fall dumbC
A thought bell burst in a sighD
But no one says He will not comeC
She says He is almost nighD
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The thing you call a sorrowE
Is our delight on its wayF
We know that the coming morrowE
Comes on the wheels of to dayF
Our Past is a child asleepG
Delay is ripening the kissH
The rising tear we will not weepG
Until it flow for blissH

George Macdonald



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