A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxiii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACCACADEFGHH

So I I am ashamed of my old lifeA
Here in this saintly presence of days goneB
Ashamed of my weak heart's unmeaning strifeA
Its loves its lusts its battles lost and wonC
And its long search of pleasure 'neath the sunC
And its scant courage to endure the knifeA
And its vain longing for good deeds undoneC
Ending in bitter words with railing rifeA
I am unworthy yet am comfortedD
As one who driving o'er long trackless roadsE
Of brake and rock and briar with footsore steedF
And springless chariot searching for vain godsG
Finds the high road before him where at easeH
The old world plods the rut of centuriesH

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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