Untitled 3 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD

Nothing seems changed here's the oaken chairA
That every night I knelt besideB
As I whispered to God the simple prayerA
I learned from my mother when I was her prideB
The old familiar things of thenC
Unchanged are beautiful still to the nowD
But I am transformed in heart and whenC
Will guilt ever cease to shadow my browD

Owen Suffolk



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