A Convent Wothout God Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDADA DEFDEF

A prison is a convent without GodA
Poverty Chastity ObedienceB
Its precepts are In this austere abodeC
None gather wealth of pleasure or of penceD
Woman's light wit the heart's concupiscenceD
Are banished here At the least warder's nodA
Thy neck shall bend in mute subservienceD
Nor yet for virtue rather for the rodA
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Here a base turnkey novice master isD
Teaching humility The matin bellE
Calls thee to toil but little comfortethF
None heed thy prayers or give the kiss of peaceD
Nathless my soul be valiant Even in HellE
Wisdom shall preach to thee of life and deathF

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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