Campus Sonnets: 4. Return -- 1917 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBDDB EFGFEG

The College will reopen Sept Catalogue'A
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I was just aiming at the jagged holeB
Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trenchC
When something threw me sideways with a wrenchC
And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scrollB
And disappear and propped against the boleB
Of a big elm I lay and watched the cloudsD
Float through the blue deep sky in speckless crowdsD
And I was clean again and young and wholeB
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Lord what a dream that was And what a dozeE
Waiting for Bill to come along to classF
I've cut it now and he Oh hello FredG
Why what's the matter here don't be an assF
Sit down and tell me What do you supposeE
I dreamed I AM I wounded YOU ARE DEADG

Stephen Vincent Benet



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