Sonnet (to-day Was But A Dead Day In My Hands) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBA CDDCEE| To day was but a dead day in my hands | A |
| Hour by hour did nothing more than pass | B |
| Mere idle winds above the faded grass | B |
| And I as though a captive held in bands | A |
| Who seeing a pageant wonders much but stands | A |
| Apart saw the sun blaze his course with brass | B |
| And sink into his fabled sea of glass | B |
| With glory of farewell to many lands | A |
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| Thou knowest thou who talliest life by days | C |
| That I have suffered more than pain of toil | D |
| Ah more than they whose wounds are soothed with oil | D |
| And they who see new light on beaten ways | C |
| The prisoner I who grasps his iron bars | E |
| And stares out into depth on depth of stars | E |
John Charles Mcneill
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