My Throat Is Sore Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABAA

My throat is sore my voice is hoarse with skrikingA
My rests are sighs deep from the heart s root fetchedB
My song runs all on sharps and with oft strikingA
Time on my breast I shrink with hands outstretchedB
Thus still and still I sing and ne er am linningA
For still the close points to my first beginningA

John Wilbye



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