The Moor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAABCDEFDFFGFG

The world's gone forward to its latest fairA
And dropt an old man done with by the wayB
To sit alone among the bats and stareA
At miles and miles and miles of moorland bareA
Lit only with last shreds of dying dayB
Not all the world not all the world's gone byC
Old man you're like to meet one traveller stillD
A journeyman well kenned for courtesyE
To all that walk at odds with life and limbF
If this be he now riding up the hillD
Maybe he'll stop and take you up with himF
'But thou art Death ' 'Of Heavenly SeraphimF
None else to seek thee out and bid thee come 'G
'I only care that thou art come from HimF
Unbody me I'm tired and get me home 'G

Ralph Hodgson



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