A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xviii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACCADEFDFDGG

Therefore do thou at least arise and warnA
Not folded in thy mantle a blind seerB
But naked in thy anger and new bornA
As in the hour when thy voice sounded clearC
To the world's slaves and tyrants quaked for fearC
Thou hadst a message then a word of scornA
First for thyself thy own crimes' challengerD
And next for those who withered in thy dawnE
An hundred years have passed since that fair dayF
And still the world cries loud in its desireD
That right is wronged and force alone has swayF
What profit are they thy guns' tongues of fireD
Nay leave to England her sad creed of goldG
Plead thou Man's rights clean handed as of oldG

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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