An Epitaph Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDCCE

When Sunday tidings from the frontA
Made pale the priest and peopleB
And heavily the blessing wentC
And bells were dumb in the steepleB
The Soldier's widow summering sweerly hereD
In shade by waving beeches lentC
Felt deep at heart her faith contentC
And priest and people borrowed of her cheerE

Herman Melville



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