On The Death Of Swinburne Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCA DEFFD GHIIG JKLLM

He trod the earth but yesterdayA
And now he treads the starsB
He left us in the April timeC
He praised so often in his rhymeC
He left the singing and the lyre and went his wayA
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He drew new music from our tongueD
A music subtly wroughtE
And moulded words to his desireF
As wind doth mould a wave of fireF
From strangely fashioned harps slow golden tones he wrungD
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I think the singing understandsG
That he who sang is stillH
And Iseult cries that he is deadI
Does not Dolores bow her headI
And Fragoletta weep and wring her little handsG
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New singing now the singer hearsJ
To lyre and lute and harpK
Catullus waits to welcome himL
And thro' the twilight sweet and dimL
Sappho's forgotten songs are falling on his earsM

Sara Teasdale



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