A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBABBCBDEFF| To day I was at Milan in such thought | A |
| As pilgrims bring who at faith's threshold stand | B |
| Still burdened with the sorrows they have brought | A |
| And vexed with stranger tongues in a strange land | B |
| And lo this sign was given me At my hand | B |
| Hung that mysterious supper Vinci wrought | A |
| With the sad twelve who were Christ's chosen band | B |
| A type of vows and courage come to nought | B |
| And while I gazed with a reproachful look | C |
| The bread was broken and the wine was poured | B |
| And the disciples raised their hands and spoke | D |
| Each asking Is it I and I too Lord '' | E |
| And there was answered them this mournful cry | F |
| All shall abandon me to night '' So I | F |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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