The Herb-gatherer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDECDE| A grey bald hillside bristling here and there | A |
| With leprous looking grass that knobbed with stones | B |
| Slopes to a valley where a wild stream moans | B |
| And every bush seems tortured to despair | A |
| And shows its teeth of thorns as if to tear | A |
| All things to pieces where the skull and bones | B |
| Of some dead beast protrude like visible groans | B |
| From one bleak place the winter rains washed bare | A |
| Amid the desolation in decay | C |
| Like some half rotted fungus grey as slag | D |
| A hut of lichened logs and near it old | E |
| Unspeakably old a man the colour of clay | C |
| Sorting damp roots and herbs into a bag | D |
| With trembling hands purple and stiff with cold | E |
Madison Julius Cawein
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