A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet X Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBDBEFGHAII| Whence is our pleasure in things beautiful | A |
| We are not born with it we do not know | B |
| By instinct of the eye or natural rule | C |
| That naked rocks are fairest or flowers blow | B |
| Best in their clefts or that the world of snow | B |
| Has other glory than of cold and ice | D |
| From our mother's hand we viewed these things below | B |
| Senseless as goats which browse a precipice | E |
| Till we were taught to know them With what tears | F |
| I con the lessons now I learned so well | G |
| Of mountain shapes from those dead lips of hers | H |
| And as she spoke behold a miracle | A |
| Proving her words for at our feet there grew | I |
| Beauty's last prodigy a gentian blue | I |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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