The Herb-gatherer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDECDE

A grey bald hillside bristling here and thereA
With leprous looking grass that knobbed with stonesB
Slopes to a valley where a wild stream moansB
And every bush seems tortured to despairA
And shows its teeth of thorns as if to tearA
All things to pieces where the skull and bonesB
Of some dead beast protrude like visible groansB
From one bleak place the winter rains washed bareA
Amid the desolation in decayC
Like some half rotted fungus grey as slagD
A hut of lichened logs and near it oldE
Unspeakably old a man the colour of clayC
Sorting damp roots and herbs into a bagD
With trembling hands purple and stiff with coldE

Madison Julius Cawein



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